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1 ♪ Bet they complement the frame, all man ♪

♪ Daddy with the long legs, she go ham ♪

♪ But she never on a string ♪

♪ Plus the money ain't a thing ♪

Good morning, baby.

I got these 'cause I figured you was gonna be real thirsty

after all that sweet, sweet love we made last night.

Simone, what the hell are you talking about?

Just go with it.

It's our undercover backstory I made up.

See, I'm in a loveless marriage,

and I'm having this torrid affair with my accountant.

- That's you, by the way. - Stop.

You are doing way too much right now. Backstories?

And your getup.

Where... Where'd you get this hair?

Don't say nothing about Felicia.

You know damn well she cute.

Relax, Carter. Damn.

You still a suit even with your legs out.

While you're all caught up in this ridiculous backstory,

let's review the real one.

Why are we here?

To extradite Bernie Barlowe back to the U.S.

to testify against Nugenius Industries.

He was their head I.T. guy, and he defied a subpoena

and fled the country three months ago.

And might I say you good, Carter.

Good morning, Special Agent.

Oh, mes Ami, an island queen.

Mm. Belle chérie.

- Good morning, Inspector Denby. - Morning.

Why... Why... Why... Why are you in uniform?

I told you I want this to be a covert op.

Nobody cares about what you want, G-man.

You have no jurisdiction here.

Remember, you surrendered your badge and your gun

at the airport along with your opinions.

This is my operation.

Wait, wait. There he is right there.

Suspect spotted. Move in, move in, move in.

Wait, wait, wait. We don't want to spook him.

Relax. Trust me.

Wah!

- Aah! - Whoa!

FBI! Stop running!

Stop chasing!

Okay. I, uh... I give...

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

God.

- Wait. - Go ahead, boo.

Catch your breath...

'cause you're under arrest.

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Hey, Carter.

Oh, good. Allen, you're there.

Tell me you caught more than a tan, buddy.

No tan, but I did figure out what to get

my favorite Assistant U.S. Attorney for his retirement gift.

Say hello, Bernie.

I hate you all.

Be nice. It's not their fault you're stupid.

Fantastic work, Carter.

The other two witnesses are ready to testify.

Barlowe's the last piece.

Now we can take Nugenius all the way down.

What a way to sail off into the sunset.

My government pension is more like

fishing off a kayak in a muddy river.

G-man. Come.

The extradition papers are ready for your signature.

Gotta go. We'll be on the next flight out of here.

I'll call you as soon as they arrive.

Hey, I appreciate your help on this, Matt.

Of course.

Oh, that's a nice purse.

Oh, Tío, you sound so old.

It's a handbag.

Okay.

Is there a problem?

More of an ethical dilemma.

I bought this from an online reseller.

It came with a warranty, a letter of authenticity,

and five big, fat diamonds

that were sticking out of the lining.

Are these real?

Yes.

- Can I keep them? - No.

Um, how much to, uh, let me go?

You're in enough trouble already fleeing the country.

Don't add attempted bribery of a federal agent.

My twins made me bracelets like that when they were in camp.

How old's your kid?

She's 14 now.

But when she gave me this, she was 9.

You really thought that running was a good idea?

Better than being forced to testify. Which I'm not doing, by the way.

- Oh, yeah, you are. - Oh, no, I'm not.

So you might as well let me go, please.

Come on, I'm living the dream down here.

Really?

'Cause you were day drinking alone at 9:00 a.m.

And if

that's the dream, you better wake up.

Don't you miss your daughter?

Hey, uh, D, don't judge the hair. I'm at work.

I only got a quick second, but I'm happy to see your face.

Well, I hope you still feel the same way

after I tell you why I called.

- What's wrong? - How serious were you

about keeping our dating a secret from your pops?

'Cause I kinda sorta mentioned it to my mom.

What?

Sneaking around makes me feel like I'm 15 and in the closet.

It's not like that. Okay?

My dad is uncomfortable with me

dating the daughter of a woman he's dating.

My mom's pretty cool with it.

I mean, your dad might be, too.

Well, I guess we about to find out,

because I have to tell him before your mom does,

- or it's gonna be extra drama. - My bad.

- I didn't mean to... - You know what?

I gotta go. I-I gotta call him.

We are officially done here.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

She's been lying to her daddy.

Wow.

You won't testify against your crooked-ass employer,

but you're ready to drop dime on me.

Get in the car.

I will escort you to the airport.

Follow me.

- Let's go. - Ow, ow.

This is completely unacceptable. Your case notes are absurd.

"Mr. Jenkins confessed, and though his steely eyes stayed cold,

his heart cried like a newborn baby"?

It's an FBI case report,

not fan fiction.

Stick to the facts.

The facts are all there. There's just a hint of panache.

Like Antoinette's lab coat.

Hi.

- Hi. - Hey.

You're both needed in the fishbowl.

How'd you know we were in the elevator?

I know everything.

Oh. Sorry.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I don't get it.

Every time I say anything to her, she just ices me out.

She doesn't like anyone.

So please put away your actor-y need to be loved,

and do not try to charm her, you'll only piss her off.

The last thing we want is for when our unit needs lab results,

we take a nose dive down the priority list.

She wouldn't do that, would she?

Brendon, you can't win everyone over.

Challenge accepted.

Hey, boss. Nice, uh, handbag.

It's mine. Pretty fly, right? Bought it on The Frillest.

- Oh, what's that? - You don't know?

It's the top online retailer of high-end stuff.

- Oh. - After it was delivered,

I found those poking through the lining.

Wow.

And I thought I got the hookup when I bought a handbag

and got a sunglasses case for free.

Does something look odd about the stitching on this panel here?

Oh! I know you didn't just rip my bag.

Someone sewed hidden pouches into this thing.

- Tío. - Oh.

Bingo. Yeah.

Wow. That has got to be hundreds of thousands of dollars

worth of diamonds, right?

Why didn't I keep this to myself?

Okay, we need to figure out what's going on here.

Elena, contact this website and get the seller's name.

In the meantime, bring those to the lab,

because people who are on the right side of the law

usually don't hide diamonds like this.

Okay, but no more ripping?

That bag cost me $2,000.

$2,000? Elena.

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Oh, you know what? She's on the phone.

Let's just come back later.

Hey, hey. Where you going? We're working a case.

- Let's go. - Oh...

Are you afraid of her?

No.

- Yes, you are. - No, just... Okay, be cool.

Cool is my middle name.

If it were, you wouldn't have said that.

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Antoinette. Hi.

We have some possibly illicit diamonds for you to look at.

Or if this is a bad time?

No.

See that?

Every legit diamond in the U.S. is graded by the GIA

- and given a serial number. - Wow. Awesome.

- Who knew? - You, one would assume,

given that you're an FBI special agent.

Ignore him. He's new.

Please, go on.

This diamond, and I'm assuming all the others,

were stolen from an armed courier near L.A.X.

four months ago.

Reported to be worth approximately... $2 million.

LAPD's been puzzling over this heist for months.

An armed courier picks up a shipment of diamonds from a private plane.

They come across our first unsub,

a woman lying facedown on the street.

He gets out to check on her when our second unsub,

another woman wearing a mask, comes out of nowhere, tases him.

They grab the diamonds and they're gone in less than a minute.

Hmm. An all-female heist crew. Respect.

Except somehow the stash ended up hidden in Elena's purse.

Speaking of, the online reseller responded to the warrant.

We got the name of the original seller.

Denise Palmer.

She's gotta be one of the robbers. Let's get her in here now.

We can't. She's dead.

Shot and killed in front of her own home

the night of the diamond heist.

Well, it could have been a double-cross.

Think about it.

They have a falling out, the partner kills Denise,

and didn't know where she hid the diamonds.

- It's very film noir. - Hope I'm wrong.

I hate it when women backstab each other.

Guess then the only question left is,

if this Denise Palmer has been dead for four months,

then how did she sell Elena her handbag?

- ♪ Ooh-ah ♪ - De La Geezy, homie.

♪ De La, MishCatt ♪

♪ Sofía ♪

♪ I get goofy every time I hear you say my name, ooh-ah ♪

Are you two hungry? 'Cause I'm... I am starving.

You ever have pigeon pea soup with ackee and tree mutton?

I know it... it sounds like roadkill soufflé,

but it is delicious.

You know, there's a-a great spot where they, uh...

I'll make you a deal.

Stop talking and I give you my peanuts on the plane.

Thanks, but I'm allergic to nuts...

and prison.

So could we, um, maybe not be in such a hurry

to take me back to the U.S.?

I thought you'd want to get back to see your daughter.

If my ex lets her visit me.

Before I skipped town, I only got to see her once every other week.

Tough divorce?

Eh, it was my fault.

I gave my life to Nugenius Industries

and was never around.

It's gotta be more than that if your ex-wife has sole custody.

Well, I cheated on her... a lot.

And I had a teeny, tiny gambling problem.

How teeny, tiny?

I lost our house betting on a llama race.

Wait. Where's Denby going?

Denby just sold us out.

We don't have our weapons.

Open up! Give us Barlowe! Now!

- Okay. Okay. Stay cool. - I'm cool.

I'm counting six guns aimed at us. What's the move?

Aren't you guys trained to negotiate or something?

Good point.

Watch me negotiate this steering wheel.

Hold on!

♪ It's our turn ♪

♪ As good as it gets, we blowin' minds ♪

We're clear! Whoo!

See? You should let me drive more often.

Didn't I say stay cool?!

Are we alive right now?

Who the hell were those guys, and what do they want with you?

I-I don't know.

We need to find a safe place

to lie low and figure out what's what.

♪ Shake up the world ♪

♪ Make that history ♪

♪ Write down our name ♪

♪ For all the kids to read ♪

Hey, Carter. What's up?

The op is compromised.

Local PD set us up for an ambush to grab Barlowe.

We evaded and are looking for a place to hide.

Okay, listen to me. Remember, this is a small island.

There are eyes and ears everywhere.

So whatever you do, you trust no one. Do you understand?

Nugenius has to be behind this.

Who else would be this invested to take Barlowe right now?

Let's assume they're tracking your devices.

Assume they're listening to us right now.

Once we hang up, you destroy the phones immediately.

What? No... No guns and no phones?

This is getting way past ridiculous.

Get your hands on a burner phone

while I work on getting you an exfiltration.

Contact me as soon as you can.

Listen, I'm gonna get you home, okay?

Thanks, Matt.

Give me your phone.

I took some real good beach selfies on this.

Upload them to the cloud first, okay?

No problem.

Not those clouds.

Damn.

Your wife's Frillest account was used to sell this handbag.

That was me.

I've been using Denise's account to sell her stuff.

Since her murder, I've been trying to find a way

to honor her memory, so I figured I could donate the money

to a cause she cared about.

So this was Denise's bag?

Hmm.

I don't understand. Is there a break in the case?

We think so.

On the morning of your wife's murder,

two women robbed an armed courier

of $2 million in diamonds right outside L.A.X.

Where your wife worked.

The stolen diamonds were found in hidden pockets sewn into the lining.

I don't...

What are you saying?

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, sir,

but we believe your wife was one of the robbers.

That's insane.

No, she was quiet. She liked board games.

I mean, she had an herb garden.

I... No, Denise couldn't have done something like this.

I would have known.

Except according to the police report,

you were in San Diego at the time.

Yeah, it was a business trip.

Maybe that's why she planned the heist for that time.

- To keep it from you. - No.

Denise wasn't a diamond thief.

That just wasn't her.

Was it?

Let's pull up anything we can find on Denise...

Phone records, socials, the works.

Yeah, he may not feel like his wife had anything to do

- with the heist, but... - On it.

- So can I get my bag back now? - Nope.

Still evidence in an open investigation.

Simone and Carter are in trouble. Sit-room. Now.

It would've taken like two seconds to upload those selfies.

I mean, the wind was blowing Felicia around

in all sorts of cute directions.

And my skin was poppin' in that sunset.

I know a man that carries a multi-tool in his pocket

is not judging.

Oh, this little guy here? Be thankful.

He might have just saved our lives.

Yeah, or prolonged the inevitable.

- Face it... we're gonna die here. - Quiet.

All right, I saw a street market about a mile back.

You stay with him. I'll go buy a burner and call Garza.

Well, I don't mean to offend,

but you could smell the Fed all over you.

I mean, you should let me do it.

Felicia and I will fit in much better than...

No, no, you stay. I don't want to die with him.

I-I-I want my last moments to be fun.

Nobody is gonna die out here, okay?

I can do this. Trust me.

Okay, but be careful.

Come on, Felicia.

Bye, Felicia.

What? How did you get a live satellite feed?

Senator "Smith" rerouted Polaris 7 over the island for us.

Who is Senator Smith?

Don't worry about that right now.

Hey, how you doing?

You never saw me.

Yes. Hello?

Oh, uh, yes.

Hey, Simone. Hey, h-h... where are you?

I'm in the

Salt Mills Market on Bay Street in a big-ass hat.

And Denby's boys are swarming this place,

most likely looking for my ass.

Sit tight, Simone, okay?

- Find her right now. - Yep.

- Matt, I need a minute. - Not right now, Allen.

One of my star witnesses checked himself into a mental health facility.

Another recanted her testimony this morning.

Some mercenaries just tried to kill Barlowe.

He's trapped on the island with Simone and Carter.

He's the last witness we've got.

Okay, looks like Nugenius is trying to do

whatever it takes to kill your case.

- Where... Where are they? - Simone is at a street market.

We're trying to get her out right now. Here's what you can do.

Contact the State Department

- in case we need a diplomatic solution. - I'm on it.

Hey. What y'all getting?

It's nice. Real nice.

I like your hair, babe.

Hey, how you doing? How you doing?

How's everybody? All right.

Found her.

Simone, there are two entrances to the market.

The south entrance is blocked by a police cruiser.

Head north then turn right at the T, toward the wharf.

Hurry. The cops are closing in on that area.

Oh.

No.

Denby's here.

Y'all, I'm trapped.

Any ideas? I'm not gonna be able to avoid them much longer.

Okay, we need a new way out for her.

Some sort of distraction. Something.

I'm scrolling ClipTalk, and there's

a flying dress shoot coming Simone's way.

What? What is a flying dress shoot?

It's women who photograph themselves

with long trains flipping in the wind.

Yeah, of course you'd know that.

Okay, Simone, listen to me.

Do you see a woman up ahead in a yellow dress?

Yeah. I'm gonna ride that train right outta here.

Girl, I did one of these when I was in Santorini one year.

The trick is to make the dress fly. I got you.

Let me just get behind you, cute thing.

♪ Wake the town, we tell them loud ♪

♪ We coming now, boom ♪

♪ So gwan jump up ♪

♪ Anywhere you deh now grab on pan a truck ♪

♪ Anywhere you deh now grab on pan a truck ♪

♪ All if the volume buck ♪

♪ Den the place want bust up Inna 2 girl ♪

♪ Gwan jump up ♪

I'm clear!

♪ Gwan jump ♪

Okay.

Find new transportation. Pick up Barlowe and Carter.

The jet will be arriving on a private airstrip in an hour.

I'm sending the coordinates now.

Yes, sir.

Hop in, mother truckers.

We got a flight to catch.

How'd you get this?

Felicia.

Damn straight.

Get in the back. Lay down.

And it's head to toe, my dude.

Oh.

As requested, I went through Denise Palmer's phone records.

Anything stand out?

One or two things. Like, a week before the heist,

Denise chatted with a guy named Logan Anders,

and they met for drinks.

- Huh. An affair? - I don't know.

But he's an armed courier for Emory Security.

Was he the driver during the heist?

No. He was working in Chatsworth that day.

His alibi's tight.

That doesn't mean he couldn't help Denise plan it.

Yeah, let's see what we can find out.

Oh, yeah, I remember her.

That chick was smoking h...

I mean... that woman is intelligent.

Hmm.

But wait. You said her name was Denise?

No, she told me her name was Thelma.

What'd you guys, uh, talk about?

Well, Thelma was really interested in my job.

You know, asked me all these questions about being an armed courier.

Like training, protocols... She was way into me.

- Sure. - And then her friend shows up,

and she was super hot, too.

Uh, uh... I mean, intelligent.

Uh, what friend?

Her name's Louise.

Right.

Let me get this straight.

They introduced themselves to you as Thelma and Louise,

asked you questions about your job as an armed courier,

and you didn't catch on that maybe

they were gonna use the information you gave them to commit a crime?

Whoa. Yeah.

Now that you did the math for me, I see what you're saying.

Well, shame on me for not thinking

that women could be criminal masterminds.

So why don't you go ahead and describe the woman

who introduced herself as Louise?

Like I said, intelligent.

Oh, and she had a super sexy Li...

I-I mean, super artistic tattoo

of a barbed wire on her neck.

This Louise woman has got to be Denise's accomplice.

And possibly her murderer.

I'm gonna have Elena dig deeper into the people in Denise's life,

see if we can get a match for that tattoo.

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Oh. Sorry.

Didn't mean to scare you.

I couldn't help but overhear in your conversation.

Did you... Did you say you're a... Benneteau?

As in Benneteau Vineyards?

If you're not here about the case, go away.

Uh, no, it's just that that...

That wine is amazing.

I got a bottle of the '96 Syrah from my agent

for the 100th episode of "Vampire Cop."

This... This little, uh...

Who cares? The Syrah is amazing.

I'm so happy for you.

I'm sorry your family's being so hard on you.

You should be sorry you eavesdropped on my conversations.

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I-I just... I know exactly what you're going through.

Your family also owns a multimillion-dollar corporation

and is shouldering its future on you?

No, not exactly.

But my dad forced me into acting when I was a kid.

It was... It was his dream, and when it didn't work out,

he became obsessed with having me succeed.

So I just... I remember the pressure.

I'm glad you're pushing back. It's a... It's a good thing.

I wish I'd done it sooner.

This just doesn't make sense.

Why is Nugenius Industries trying to kill you and not the others?

- How should I know? - What aren't you telling us?

Seems like you're not hiding from the government.

You're hiding from Nugenius.

I-I don't want to talk about it.

Okay.

Let's talk about your daughter.

Is she a daddy's girl?

Abby? Oh, yeah, sure is.

What kind of things do you guys do together?

Ride bikes. On my weekends.

T-That... That's what we do. For hours.

My ex even lets me keep my bike equipment in the garage,

and she hates me, so...

that's... that's how much Abby loves riding with me.

Loved. Hm? Past tense.

You've been gone for three months, Bernie.

Sounds to me like - you and Abby need each other.

You have to make things right

and tell the truth.

Talk to me.

Talk to your father.

I mean, weren't you supposed to call him

and tell him how you've been lying?

I forgot.

Don't worry about my problems, okay? Fix your own.

I'm gonna hit the head.

Shoot.

Hey, Daddy, listen.

I-I need to tell you something.

What? That you've been hooking up with Dina against my wishes?

Too late.

I am so sorry.

Ruth and I really like each other.

And it's gonna be all types of awkward between us

when you and Dina break up.

When we break up? Thanks a lot.

I... Wait.

Why are you whispering?

Cutty, where'd you go?

Who you talking to?

Simone!

Hi!

Hey, Ms. Ruth.

Dina adores everything about you.

You know, we really should get together, get to know each other better.

You should all have a double date.

Oh, well, hello. Uh, great idea.

Dinner tonight?

Ms. Ruth, I have had a really long day.

Oh, no, no, no, honey, don't worry. I will arrange everything.

I'm calling Dina now.

- Bye. - I...

No, Daddy. Not that look.

Dinner's gonna be so much fun.

When we get to 30,000 feet, I'm throwing your ass out.

Welcome home.

You're looking good, Simone.

- Don't I always? - Of course.

Nice shorts there, Carter.

My undercover look for the island.

I-I had a suit, but it's still in the rental, which is...

Regardless, as promised... Bernie Barlowe.

Long time no see, Mr. Barlowe.

Glad you made it home in one piece.

Rest assured, you'll be safe in protective custody

- until the trial. - No, don't... don't bother.

Like I told them, I'm... I'm not testifying.

Understand that you will do serious prison time if you refuse.

Oh, I understood it when I fled the country.

So, come what may.

Can I have a few minutes with him?

Of course.

That way, sassy pants.

Come on, Bernie.

Back in my guidance counselor days,

I watched a lot of kids who took their lies to their graves,

all because they didn't want to face the consequences.

But not you. It's like... you welcome them.

I'm not following you.

See? That's how you lost your house.

'Cause you don't have a poker face.

So why would you sacrifice more time away from your daughter?

Nugenius bought you off. They paid you to disappear.

Well, what do you have on them, Bernie?

Enough dirt to give my daughter a cozy trust fund.

When I was 14,

I lost my father to the prison system

for a crime he didn't even commit.

When he was exonerated eight years later,

the city cut him a big fat check

with a whole lot of zeros.

None of it was enough to make up for what we lost...

Being without him.

Cooperate, Bernie, and the DOJ will cut you a deal.

But then I'd have to give the money back.

That's not gonna happen.

Well, let me tell you what is gonna happen.

If you refuse to testify,

I will tear your financial life apart.

And sooner or later,

I will find that money and take it away.

Believe that.

And that's if you can find it.

Bit of advice

don't bet against me, sassy pants.

You will lose.

I, um... I need time to think.

You have till morning.

- ♪ Ooh, ohh ♪ - ♪ Ooh, ohh ♪

These two.

You know, I've been wondering if you named her after Nina Simone.

Actually, Simone is my mom's middle name.

- But she is my favorite alto. - Me, too.

Oh, Nina, she moved effortlessly through many genres,

and the beauty and heartache of her tone... ooh, special.

- Ohh. - My baby's got good taste.

Look at us vibin'.

See, you thought it was gonna be weird, huh, Daddy?

Yeah.

- Go answer that door. - We having a good time.

- Cheers to us. - Cheers to us.

- Hey, hey! - Hey.

- Got your message. - Hey, man.

- A romantic soiree, huh? - Mm-hmm.

Now I see why you needed these Coltrane classics.

I added a little Sonny Rollins in there for you, too.

Yeah, I wondered where my Sonny went.

Oh, my Sonny was at my house where he lives.

You borrowed him from me and now I'm loaning him back to you.

No, no, no. You're thinking about Thelonious Monk.

Oh, we're gonna have this argument till we're old, is that right?

Oh, we're old now and we're having it now.

Come on, get out. Thanks.

Hey, there, Simone.

How you doing, girl?

Hey, Mel. Good to see you.

Good to be seen.

Okay, Mel. Come on, man.

Yeah, hold on. I'm leav... I'm leaving.

You two pretty ladies have a good evening,

and make sure these roughnecks treat you right.

Oh.

Mel, this is actually my girlfriend, Dina.

Oh... my bad.

Man, your mind must be blown, too.

She might as well just date a dude.

Watch your damn mouth.

That's not for you to question or judge.

- Y-You ignorant... - Daddy.

Now you just take your simple-minded opinion out of my house!

- Oh, I'm sorry. Okay, I'm out. I'm out. - Right now! Out!

I can't believe that just happened.

Yeah, some people need to learn.

No, I mean you.

My ex-husband had anger issues,

and I don't ever want to be around that energy again.

I mean, if your rage is that close to the surface...

I'm not sure I know you as well as I thought.

♪ I want you, I want you ♪

Hey, Elena.

Hey. I found the lady with the barbed wire tat.

She worked with our victim at L.A.X.

Her name's Aria Lansing.

Nice job. We'll go pick her up.

- Oh, I already did. - Excuse me?

Well, I didn't pick her up personally. I had LAPD do it.

- W-Where are you? - Mid-Wilshire station.

She's in holding. Want me to question her?

Uh, no, no, no. We'll be right there.

Wow, Elena just pulled a Simone.

Let's go.

That's them.

Hey.

On a scale of one to tell my boss/uncle and get me fired,

how mad are you?

Well, you managed to do our jobs

without breaking the law or getting hurt,

so I guess I'm more threatened than angry?

But I'm not covering for you if Garza asks where you've been.

Copy. See you back at the office.

Aria Lansing?

I'm Special Agent Stensen. This is Special Agent Acres.

Why am I here?

We want to talk to you about Denise Palmer.

You were, uh, friends?

Yeah. At work. It's not like we were besties.

Oh, okay.

What about your, uh... Your alter egos?

Thelma and Louise, right? Were they besties?

We know about the diamond heist.

What are you talking about?

We know Denise had the diamonds hidden when she was gunned down,

and clearly you didn't know where they were.

I mean, I'd be upset if my partner in crime didn't give me my cut.

Okay, um...

look, um, I didn't kill her, okay?

Denise came to me with the idea.

I thought she was crazy at first, but she was determined,

and I was bored and broke.

Okay, so what happened after the heist?

Uh, we met for dinner at the Seabury Hotel.

Just talked about what we would each do with the money.

Um, she had it all worked out.

She said she was gonna wait a couple weeks for the heat to die down

and then unload the stones in Belgium.

You weren't gonna go with her?

Oh, no. I'm scared of flying. And I trusted her.

She was gonna wire me my cut

and then go live out there.

Wait. She wasn't coming back?

She said she couldn't wait to buy a one-way ticket, never to return.

Hmm.

Why would she say that?

One guess who she was trying to get away from.

Did you find out something new?

Mr. Palmer, you said, and in your statement to LAPD,

that you were in San Diego when your wife was murdered.

Right. Was on business.

Well, I got this from the hotel's parking garage.

Records show you left at 5:17 p.m.

and didn't return until after 11:00.

Plenty of time to drive to L.A. and back.

How dare you.

Since Denise isn't here to speak for herself,

I will say it for her. You're an abuser.

Possessive, cruel.

And on that night... Jealous.

You're wrong.

You know, there's one way to identify people like you,

and that's by the actions of your partners.

And for Denise to be desperate enough

to pull off a crime like that...

well, that tells me everything I need to know about you.

Lady, you don't know anything.

Sure, I do.

Your phones were on the same plan.

You could have easily tracked her on an app.

You saw that she was at the Seabury Hotel and you snapped.

- That's not true. - It is.

You thought she was having an affair,

so you rushed back to L.A. in a rage,

and that's when you got back just in time to see her arrive home.

- And you shot her. - No. Mnh-mnh.

Know why?

You're weak.

Bitch!

I could say the same about you.

She was cheating on me, but she was playing dumb.

I didn't want to kill her, I swear. I just wanted the truth.

Denise wasn't having an affair.

She was planning her escape...

from you.

Hey.

Finally retired the braids, huh?

I went back to being me, so I said, "Bye, Felicia."

How's our boy Barlowe?

Well, he is at Allen's office right now, working out a deal.

What you said last night got through to him.

Say what now?

And it turns out Barlowe knew more than we thought.

Nugenius has this new billion-dollar proprietary resin

for artificial bones, just approved by the FDA.

Barlowe has a hard drive of proof that the lab results were doctored.

The resin breaks down in the body.

Nugenius knew this and still went to market.

Damn.

No wonder Bernie was scared. These people are evil.

You two need to see this right now.

I had a friend at the DOJ

open an investigation on Inspector Denby.

Good. 'Cause that scrub tried to kill us on that island.

They traced phone records and found out who hired him

to go after Barlowe.

Someone from Nugenius Industries?

No.

Allen.

This can't be right. He and I worked this case for years.

Sorry, Carter. He's on the take.

This explains how they knew how to get to all those witnesses,

including Barlowe, and how Denby knew to look for you

- at that street market. - Let's go get his ass.

Well, I called Allen's office,

and he and Barlowe left to retrieve a hard drive

that's got all this evidence on it.

Anybody know where?

Barlowe didn't want it on any record.

- Part of his deal, I guess. - Okay, let's think about this.

The government has already seized

all of Barlowe's assets here and abroad.

So it's not anywhere official,

like a bank or P.O. box, or we'd already have it.

His ex-wife's garage.

He stores his bike equipment there

for when he goes to visit with his daughter.

I don't know, Simone. That seems like a long shot.

- It's the only shot we got. - Go, guys.

Everything you need to put Nugenius Industries away is on there.

My ticket to freedom.

As an A-USA, I'm licensed to carry a concealed weapon.

Cool.

As an I.T. guy, I get free Internet.

I'm gonna tell the police that you flipped out,

came after me. That's why I had to do it.

You'd, uh, do what?

You did what you did for your family.

I'm doing the same.

Allen, don't.

- What the hell are you doing, man? - I'm broke, Carter.

All I got is my government pension,

and Tina got half of that in the divorce.

So you sold out to the people we were dedicated

- to bring to justice? - I don't want to die.

I promised you, Bernie. You won't.

Allen, I get it.

The money is tempting, but murdering a man?

That's not who you are. Let him go.

Screw it. I'm not going to prison.

Don't.

That worked just like in the movies.

Ahh, that hurts.

Was that the drive?

Good thing it's not the only one I have.

- Where's the other one? - I'll tell you.

But, uh, first, I'm gonna need to negotiate a better deal.

Bernie Barlowe.

♪ It was foolish to try ♪

Man.

Stop festering.

♪ 'Cause you're still in my heart ♪

Talk, Daddy.

I shouldn't have lost my temper.

Why were you so triggered?

Nobody talks down to my child.

I don't need you to fight my battles.

Well, it's just...

your sexuality is confusing.

Yeah, sometimes you bring home women, sometimes men,

sometimes folks with no gender at all.

So that means sometimes I gotta fight for you.

I am an equal-opportunity lover.

Ohh.

D-Do you have to understand who and why I choose to love?

No.

If you're happy, I'm happy.

Love is love. Period.

That's what I should have told Mel instead of acting a fool.

Mm-hmm.

Ruth is not talking to me.

Well, we will work on that.

She's a forgiving woman.

We just gotta remind her that you really are

just a big ol' teddy bear.

Now, come here.

Bring it in.

What am I gonna do with you? Huh?

♪ I will, too ♪

Aww. You shouldn't have.

I didn't. These are for Cutty.

Cutty, my mom really likes you, and she knows your heart.

Give her these. They're her favorite.

And she's home right now.

Oh, Dina, Dina.

I owe you big time.

I love y'all!

Go get her, Daddy.

♪ Darlin' ♪

I realized that... A lot of this is my fault.

I should have never told my mom about us

without discussing it with you.

D, there's a lot of blame to go around here,

and not all of it belongs to you.

I do like, um, Casablanca lilies, though.

The next time you feel the need to apologize.

Do you mind if I apologize in another way?

♪ You forgive, I will, too ♪

I think I got a few minutes before my dad comes back.

Okay.

- Come on, baby. Come on. - Let's do it.

It's still heart healthy, but I added a pinch of cheese just this once.

I can't get your handbag out of evidence.

Not until the case is adjudicated.

And that could take months, okay?

I know.

Elena.

Should I be worried?

You're a grown woman. You can do what you want with your money.

But I know how much you get paid here.

And, well, spending two grand on a handbag seems...

Stupid?

I was gonna use a less judgmental adjective.

I bought it because I knew I could sell it for twice the price.

So wait. This is... This is some sort of side hustle?

I got student loans to pay, Tío.

Elena...

you came here to temp for a week as a favor to me, right?

That was over a year ago.

You are brilliant enough to be making big money

anywhere you want to go.

I know.

Why aren't you out there?

Chasing your passion? Doing what you love?

I don't know what that is yet.

That's fair.

Just...

promise you won't stay here out of some

familial obligation to me, huh?

I like this job.

The pace, the unpredictability.

And I really enjoy bossing people around.

- You're good at it. - Right?

So, for now, I'm happy.

When that changes, you'll know.

♪ That I feel the same way ♪

Thanks for the cheese.

♪ When I don't ♪

♪ When I don't ♪

Hey, how you doing?

Why must you be so chipper all the time?

Oh, I don't know. It's just my thang.

It's really annoying.

♪ I'm a setting sun ♪

Ouch. She hates you.

Oh, well, that tracks.

♪ I'll be gone ♪

♪ I'll be gone ♪

♪ Just let me shine on ♪

♪ Shine on ♪

Wow.

What?

A '96 Syrah. It's very rare.

Who gave it to you?

♪ Just let me shine on ♪

♪ Shine on ♪

♪ Before I'm gone ♪

How do you feel?

Like I need a job.

You hiring?

We don't hire criminals. We arrest them.

I got full immunity.

Not until you tell us where that second hard drive is.

Ooh. Can't be late.

- For what? - Bike riding with my daughter.

Good for you.

♪ Weathering this storm ♪

Location of the drive.

Thanks for everything.

And you? You still suck.

Goodbye.

♪ Just let me shine on ♪

♪ Shine on ♪

What? Where's the second drive?

Case closed.

Finally.

It's prettier than I remember.

That's 'cause you finally got the stick named Barlowe out your ass.

Simone.

Merci beaucoup.

Tell you what... $2 million payout,

I could see myself getting lost here.

- Yeah. - Yep.

Anybody know where we can find $2 million for Brendon?

I feel you, B.

'Cause I can retire down here in style.

Okay. Back it up, Probies. You guys just got into the game.

And you both have a lot more seasons to play, so...

I'll drink to that.

- Cheers, y'all. - Salud.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

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