R.J. Decker (2026) s01e06 Episode Script

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Previously on
R.J. Decker
I'm not going to arrest you.
I'm not a cop. I'm a PI.
I'm also an ex-con, like you.
Eighteen months, Apalachee.
What do you mean your house
rolled into a sinkhole?
If you ever wondered
what the spin cycle
feels like, it hurts.
Why are you so determined
to fix me up all of a sudden?
I saw you having drinks
with Emi Ochoa
and you looked friendly.
-It's not what you think.
-We were married, okay?
I know what you look like
when you wanna have sex.
He was supposed to be here
one week. Pero he's also
-What?
-A crap magnet.
And basketball. Let's go.
-Come on, come on, come on.
-Yeah.
Let's go, let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go. Let's go.
-No! Come on!
-Hey!
-Is that my stapler?
-Cath.
What is all this?
-It's a Rube Goldberg machine.
-Yeah.
Upton, that mean boy
from school, he posted
this video of one that he made.
So Uncle R.J. said
We're gonna one-up Upton.
Oh. Oh, I don't even
wanna know.
-I don't even want to know.
-Probably for the best.
Time for school. You packed up?
Hey, buena suerte
on your Spanish quiz, amiga.
-Gracias.
-Oye, if you wanna
take her to school,
-I'm not gonna stop you.
-Oh, I would. I just
I have a new client.
-What's the case?
-Como se dice
possible homicide?
Hey, this one's for you, Rach.
Whoo!
-Let's go, Rach!
-Oh, my God.
-That was two weeks
before Huck died.
-Yeah.
You can see
why I'm having a hard time
believing he drowned.
He loved the water.
And you said the police,
they ruled it an accident, huh?
Yeah. They figured
he got drunk, fell in,
couldn't pull himself back up.
I get that
his blood alcohol was, like,
way past the legal limit,
but it just
It doesn't make any sense
that he was down here
drinking alone
in the first place.
That was not like him.
I don't know.
We were just starting
to get serious, but I thought
he might be the one.
I'm really sorry. I truly am.
M-My parents think that maybe
I just can't move on.
But it turns out I'm not
the only one with questions.
Yesterday,
I got a call from someone
who said he was Huck's friend.
And he wanted to know if Huck
ever talked to me about work,
if maybe Huck had
heard something that
might have gotten him killed--
I-I'm sorry. W-Who is this guy?
He didn't give me his name.
And his voice sounded strange,
like it was disguised
or-or filtered or something.
-He said he was afraid.
-Afraid of what?
Huck was a driver for
Gold Coast Armored Trucking.
The day before he died,
he mentioned that
he thought something shady
was going on at work.
These trucks,
they transfer a lot of cash.
And-And he thought that
someone might be skimming,
stealing a little here
and there.
Did he say who?
I don't know if he knew
or didn't wanna say.
But the next day,
he-he was gone.
Do you think the guy that was
skimming killed Huck
and then made it
look like an accident?
And the guy that called you,
is there any way to reach him?
No, the number was blocked.
But he was the one
who gave me your name.
I'm sorry, what?
He said he had been thinking
about hiring a PI himself,
found your website,
said he was sorry.
That if he wasn't
such a coward, he'd be
the one calling you himself.
New special.
Key lime cold brew.
Tell me what you think.
I think I'm good.
Suit yourself.
Mmm.
Mmm. Like a beer
and an all-purpose cleaner
had a baby.
Ooh. H-Hold on. Hold
Whoa, whoa, who's the brunette?
What, you been out
meeting cuties
at someone else's bar?
No, it's my, uh, new client.
Rachel. Her boyfriend drowned.
Police ruled it
accidental, but
She ruled otherwise.
Exactly. Boyfriend, Huck,
drove armored trucks.
She thinks
he found out somebody
he worked with was skimming
and paid the price.
You still have that paint gun?
You know
what a non sequitur is?
I'm gonna go by there
in the morning,
and depending on
how friendly they wanna be,
I might need a little help.
Oh.
-Oh. I'm leaning on my keys?
-No, actually,
I think that's my car.
What the hell?
Guess Levi finally got released
from Apalachee.
Oh, R.J., t-this is bad.
Levi Brenner.
Last time you two tangled,
didn't he
didn't he promise to
Show my brains
their first sunrise?
Yeah, he did.
Well, are you
at least gonna tell me
why you're stealing my luggage?
Yeah, guy I did time with,
Levi Brenner, he just
got out of Apalachee.
He, uh, decided to pay me
a visit this morning.
Threw a brick
through my car window.
Well, that's not good.
But I don't understand.
Why-Why do you have to move?
Well, if he comes
looking for me again,
he ain't gonna find me here.
Not with you and Sofia and Mel.
I appreciate that.
But if he's that big a threat,
what about you?
Oh, I'll be fine.
This was always
meant to be temporary anyway.
You wanna at least tell me
what this guy's problem
with you is?
I'm pretty sure he blames me
for getting nine months
tacked on to his sentence.
Because I did.
Whoa. R.J., are you like
a jailhouse snitch?
No,
it's nothing like that.
Wish, he had this friend
on kitchen duty, Gordy.
Sweet old lifer.
Kept to himself. Happy guy.
Until Levi started
beating him up,
really just for sport.
And I started to get worried
Levi was gonna kill him.
I got him to punch me
in front of one of the guards.
I figured he'd get solitary.
What I didn't know is that
he was already sitting on
two strikes with the warden.
So they extended his sentence.
Yeah, nine months.
Now he's out
and he's ready to give birth
to a hate baby. Wish's words.
So where are you gonna stay?
Oh.
I'm going home.
Wow, it's really
something.
It was a lot nicer before it,
uh, fell into the sinkhole.
Okay, not a lot nicer.
I mean, it still looks like
you have a few repairs left.
Yeah, well, I had to take it
out of the shop a scooch
earlier than I expected.
Y-You're sure your dad's okay
with letting me crash here?
-I decided
he doesn't need to know.
-Oh.
I mean, he hasn't
set foot on a job site
since he got elected in 2014.
I mean, I may not
have officially inherited
the family business yet,
but trust me, all of
the headaches are already mine.
- You want a tour. I can tell.
- Call it
morbid curiosity.
Come on.
That's quite a smell
you've discovered.
So, uh, what's the rush
to move back in here anyway?
Trouble at home?
No, I figured it was just
It was time.
Mm-hmm.
Where is the damn tape?
I don't think tape
is going to save this place.
Actually, it's for a
for a case, maybe.
I got it.
Are you sure
this thing is safe?
Everyone's always
so worried about me.
Oh. Can't imagine why.
Um
Yeah.
-I'm gonna leave now.
-Okay.
So if you could just
You know?
Absolutely.
-Yeah.
-Excuse me.
Try not to die tonight.
I will do my best.
Here we are. Right this way.
-Oh. Thank you so much.
-No problem.
Mr. Verone. R.J. Decker.
I, uh, left you a message.
You're looking into
what happened to Huck Evans.
Yeah, I'm looking into
the possibility
that Huck was murdered.
Day before he died,
he told my client that he was
having problems here at work.
That mean anything to you?
No. What sort of problems?
Well, he thought someone
might be skimming off
the back of your trucks.
No. No way.
I-I'm just trying to get a feel
for Huck's world here.
Like the Who he drove with,
the routes they worked,
that kind of stuff.
Excuse me. I can't give you
that kind of information.
Oh, shoot.
Uh. Spam alert. Decline.
Sorry. You were saying?
-We're a security company.
-Yeah.
We move cash and valuables.
- You can't just
waltz in here
and expect us
to share information about
our employees, our routes.
Look, we
Well, I know, I understand.
I really do. I understand.
I just
If I could just ask you
a few more questions,
it'd be very helpful for me.
Boss, something's going on.
I think you need
to check it out.
Look, I'm gonna need you
to wait out here.
-Out here? Oh, okay.
-Yeah. Right here.
-Right here?
-Yeah.
It's all of 'em.
Whoa. Check it out. Someone
took out the security camera.
-What is going on?
-It's the cars, boss.
Well, turn them off.
Kill your alarms.
The things I do for that man.
- What are we doing here?
- -I'm trying to get it off.
-Well, look,
I need them turned off.
-I'm turning off
You've got your hands full.
I'll come back another time.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Are you pressing the button?
I can't believe
you managed to get all this.
Yeah, well,
you said Huck thought
someone at work was stealing.
If he was onto something
that got him killed
I-I wanted to look at everyone
that he worked with.
Uh, a few names stood out.
-Uh, tell me
if any sound familiar.
-Okay.
So first up
we've got Bart,
Huck's old boss.
The fleet manager.
Didn't love the questions
I was asking. It doesn't
make him a killer, but
Yeah, sorry. I-I don't think
Huck ever mentioned him.
Okay.
My favorite is Tater McLeod.
This guy.
He rode shotgun
with Huck for years.
He quit
the day after Huck died.
Now, that could be
a coincidence
or maybe he got nervous Huck
was onto whatever he was doing,
he killed him
and then left the company.
Yeah, I-I didn't know
Tater quit.
So you knew him?
Not really.
Uh, he introduced himself
at Huck's funeral
and offered to help me
pack up Huck's apartment
and I took him up on it.
What?
Just maybe he wanted
to look through Huck's things.
See if Huck had
any evidence of wrongdoing.
Say you're right.
What do we do now?
Tater McLeod, hello!
Somebody there?
Tater, my name's R.J. Decker.
I'm a private investigator.
-Sorry, one sec.
-Sure.
-This baby's a beast.
-It's a nice machine.
-Looks new.
-Yeah, I got it just last week.
I hear you right?
You said you were a--
Big-ticket item for someone
that just quit his job.
Now, who told you
I just quit my job?
I'd like to ask you
a few questions about
your old partner, Huck Evans.
I'm looking into
the possibility his death,
it wasn't an accident.
That someone
at Gold Coast killed him
when he found out
they were skimming cash
from the back of a truck.
For reals?
For reals, Tater. Real reals.
You pay cash for this?
I did, but my grandma
gave me the cash.
That's why her name's written
on the side there.
Me and Huck,
we were boys, you know?
When we were on that truck,
I had his back and he had mine.
Losing Huck
really messed me up.
It's like YOLO, you know?
-YOLO.
-Mm-hmm.
I didn't want
to get back on the truck
without him, so I quit.
I bought this.
It's what he would have wanted.
He knew it was always my dream
to be a watercraft stuntman.
I'm sor
A what now?
You know,
like the ones they got
in them big theme park shows.
Come on, I'll show you.
Whoo-hoo!
I'm gonna jump three barrels
and straight through this
next Saturday in Lake Sylvia.
Come see if I'm lying.
Okay.
Right, yeah. Uh
Well, if someone at Gold Coast
did have sticky fingers,
my money would be on a guy
named Nestor Salazar.
-Why is that?
-Uh, rumors, you know?
Like he was, uh,
using the trucks to run coke.
-He did like his bling.
-Hmm.
Maybe he was paying for it
with money that wasn't his.
Heard someone was here for me.
Outside.
Well, if it ain't my old pal.
How'd you track me down
so quick?
-Trade secret.
-Oh, I forgot.
You're a gumshoe now.
Solved the case of the brick
through your window yet?
You know, believe it or not,
Levi, I'm not here about
what you did to my car.
-Hmm.
-I'm here to make things right.
I never meant for you
to get an extra nine months.
Ah. It's ancient history.
Yeah, I'm on the straight
and narrow now, same as you.
I think we can both agree
it's a tricky road to walk.
I just don't think we need to
be doing it side by side.
I know you have six months left
in this halfway house.
I know it's a hellhole.
I asked
my conditional release officer
to make some calls.
Turns out there's an open bed
in Jacksonville.
- Mmm.
-Single rooms, longer sign-out hours.
I heard they even
have ice cream Fridays.
"Sorry about stealing
nine months of your life.
Here's a vanilla cone."
Well, it comes with a lead
on a warehouse job, Levi.
- Mmm. Mmm.
- It pays good.
It pays real good.
You accept the transfer,
you and I, we never have
to see each other ever again.
-It's a generous offer.
-It is.
A few days ago, I might
have taken you up on it,
but now, I don't know.
Fort Lauderdale is
my kind of town.
The sun, the ladies.
I don't think
I'm going anywhere.
You go take that.
I got stuff to do.
Mr. Decker, I saw you
at Gold Coast Trucking.
I'm glad Rachel reached out
to you. I wish I could help,
but I'm scared.
Huck was onto something.
I know it had to do
with The Gator Hole.
It's a gas station off I-75.
I hope you find answers there.
-Hey.
-Hey, how you doing?
-Good. How are you doing?
-Good.
Let me ask you something.
The name Huck Evans
mean anything to you?
Uh
You know, I had a friend
named Huck once, uh,
back in '66,
first day of third grade.
Uh, sorry. Different Huck.
Armored truck driver.
Oh, then, in that case, no.
Okay, well-- Excuse me.
Mm-hmm.
- Hey, what's up?
- R.J.,
did you come back?
-I mean, are you
at the house right now?
-No. Why?
Hold on.
You two, with me.
Wait, w-was that Mel?
What's going on?
Yeah, the power's out
and the front door's open.
She called for backup.
I-I just thought that
maybe you came back.
No, it wasn't me.
Take her
and get in the car, okay?
Everything's gonna be fine.
R.J., I have to go.
Cath, stay on the line, Cath.
God.
Room on the left,
clear it.
Upstairs, clear.
I got nothing. You?
No, you should
clear the backyard too.
But they spilled this
when they were here.
It's dry now.
I think they're long gone.
- Hey, Mel.
- Hey, everyone's safe.
Catherine took Sofia
to a hotel for the night.
Power was cut.
Cameras were out.
If anything was taken,
I haven't noticed it yet.
It doesn't feel like
your typical burglary.
It's my fault.
I mean, I know who did this.
Levi Brenner. Catherine
told me all about him.
He must have
started following me
the minute he got out,
tailed me here one night.
Mel, I am so sorry.
We're coming up empty.
No prints, no witnesses.
We wouldn't
have probable cause,
but I'd be happy
to go question this guy if--
It's all right,
I'll handle it myself.
I'm gonna come with you.
Uh, thanks, but no,
I plan to make it very clear
that my family has
nothing to do with this
little vendetta against you.
I don't need you standing
right next to me when I do.
Mel, you don't know this guy.
I'm not asking.
Levi Brenner.
I'm Detective Mel Abreu,
but you already knew that.
I need a word.
Found what you were
looking for?
-Sorry?
-You tossed my house
earlier tonight,
so I'll ask again.
Whatever it was you wanted,
did you find it?
Or were you just
sending a message?
I don't know
what you're talking about.
I don't even know who you are.
Right. And you didn't vandalize
R.J. Decker's car
-Ah.
-yesterday either?
He sent you?
No, you did
when you broke into a house
where my daughter sleeps.
I've been here all night.
There's a whole room of guys
who'll confirm it.
That one of the amenities here
at the Alibi Inn?
Everybody lies
for everybody else?
Let me be clear.
Whatever problem
you have with R.J.,
he doesn't live in my house.
And if you ever
come near my family again,
I promise prison isn't
where I'll be sending you.
You know, this is starting
to feel a lot like harassment.
We done here?
That's the paperwork
you texted about?
Our foreman at the job site
took a closer look
at your trailer.
It's making him nervous.
So, company lawyers
would feel better
if you signed these.
It says we're not liable
if the roof caves in
and kills you.
It says it a lot.
Again and again.
Very clearly.
You look like hell.
Yeah, I didn't
I didn't sleep last night.
-New case?
-Old problem.
This guy I did time with,
he just got out.
He's the real reason
I moved back into my trailer.
He broke into
Catherine's house last night.
He trashed the place.
Are they okay?
A little ticked at me, I think,
but, yeah, they're okay.
Are you okay?
Prison, it's everything
you've heard it is,
a few things you haven't.
And when you're in there,
all you think about
is getting out.
What you don't think about
is how after you do
prison might come out
after you.
The guy who broke in,
is he at least under arrest?
- No, he didn't leave
any evidence behind.
My building.
It has a doorman,
two full-time security guys.
You can stay there
if you want.
-With you?
-On the couch.
Very on the couch.
I'll be okay,
and I'll get these signed.
I will, but I have to go
give a client some bad news.
Rachel, how you doing?
I-I'm sorry I'm running late.
Nestor Salazar,
he isn't our guy.
He, uh, has an alibi
for the night Huck died.
But w-we can
talk through next steps
when I get to your house.
R.J., wait,
I-I'm not there.
I'm way across town now.
I don't know if this was
a goose chase or what.
I'm sorry, what do you mean?
I got another call
from the unknown number.
-The guy
with the filtered voice.
-Yeah?
He left me a voicemail
and he told me to come meet him
at an empanada truck
at Loggerhead Beach.
Told me to come alone,
but I'm here, and nobody.
I-I don't know
if he got scared or--
Yeah. I-I got a message too
yesterday.
Um, he said
he was happy you reached out,
but then he sent me
to some gas station off I-75,
but I didn't find anything.
R.J., I'm scared.
What have I gotten us into?
So, your gross pickle chips
and, uh, what else?
A second bag for you.
You're not sharing mine
this time.
Hey, anybody home?
I need a hundred on pump two.
Hands up! Do it now!
Hands up! Don't touch that.
Get on the ground!
-All right--
-Get down!
Don't move! Don't move!
Ollie, I have to ask.
This wouldn't be
the first armored truck robbery
to turn out
to be an inside job.
You don't think I did this?
After the news broke,
I was contacted by an associate
who thinks whoever robbed you
had inside information.
That the perps knew exactly
where your truck would be
and when.
He thinks at least one other
Gold Coast employee
knew what was coming.
Did you know Huck Evans?
The guy who drowned, yeah.
We're not so sure
his death was an accident.
Seriously?
Listen, if it was somebody
at the company,
I-I swear
I don't know anything.
Please, I
I can barely breathe.
We watch the training videos.
We do the exercises.
But nobody tells you
what it's like
to have a gun in your face.
I freaking wet myself a little.
Sit tight.
We're gonna get
you another ice pack.
And maybe some pants.
I don't think that's
a mastermind in there.
No, well, at least
he wasn't crying.
I wanted to give
that other guard a hug.
Look, you sold me.
Your case and this one,
they're connected.
But if those guys
didn't leak the route,
how did Huck Evans
and your mystery caller
hear about a plan
to rip off that truck?
Hey, guys, over here.
Which is exactly where
the dive team found her,
three miles
off of Sugar Land Key,
buried under
hundreds of years of silt.
Ms. Lang is a curator
at the Florida Frontier Museum.
She was just telling me
what's in the stolen truck.
-Oh.
-Wait. That's what was taken?
Yes, gold doubloons.
S-Sorry, doubloons?
Doubloons.
Legend has it
the treasure belonged
to Captain Silas Blackwood,
a wedding present
to his pirate bride in 1622.
Okay, I'm sorry, are you saying
we're looking for actual
stolen pirate treasure?
Well, the Santa Reynaldo
shipwreck exhibit
was our main attraction.
It was such a hit,
it was going on tour.
We've already shipped
the structural remains,
but the centerpiece was
the gold, and now it's gone.
How much are we talking?
Just over 5,000 coins.
$8 million of pure gold.
Sorry.
Abreu.
R.J., someone's here
to see you.
So, this is what Huck knew?
He found out that someone
was planning this robbery
and then they
they killed him over it?
The person
that's been calling us, Mr. X,
he-he, uh he sent me
to the same gas station
the other night.
Why didn't he just say
this was going to happen?
He kept just hinting,
and now another
innocent person is dead.
Obviously he had reason
to be scared.
Hopefully this is enough
to get him to come forward.
And if he does, so what?
The people who did this,
they got what they wanted.
They're long gone by now.
As far as I'm concerned,
Mr. X can go to hell.
That's right, Dana.
A targeted robbery left
one person dead
and an armored truck stolen.
Police say two masked suspects
stole the Gold Coast
armored truck.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hi.
Fully executed copy
of that liability waiver.
was found
dead inside the store
-Okay. Come on in.
-before officers
arrived on the scene.
Thanks. I appreciate it.
Why didn't you just, um
email it to me?
Maybe I wanted to make sure
your old prison buddy
hadn't set fire to the place.
Right. Well, um,
Catherine's wife,
I told you she's FLPD, right?
She paid him a visit. Any luck,
he's keeping his head down.
Good, good. I'm glad.
Yeah, it's good. It's good.
I was just about
to make some dinner
if you're hungry or whatever.
Do you always brush your teeth
before you eat?
No, I don't. I don't do that.
I was just, mmm, you know,
making sure you feel welcome.
'Cause you are, you know?
Welcome.
-Sorry. Shoot, uh,
give me a second.
-Yep. Mm-hmm.
-Hey, what's up?
-Armored truck turned up.
The gold is gone. All surfaces
got wiped down or torched.
So nothing
that might give us an ID?
Check your texts.
It's the reason I'm calling.
Okay.
Odds are
that's all the clothing
they wore for the job.
But you see that bit of fabric
that didn't burn completely?
Hold up. Um
Yeah?
Tell me that pattern
doesn't look familiar.
Yeah, Cath bought me
a shirt just like it.
Any chance it was in our house
when Levi Brenner broke in?
Uh, I'm gonna call you back.
I'm gonna call you back.
W-What is it?
I own a shirt with
that exact pattern. Um. Uh
Can you look in the closet?
I need to find it.
Are you gonna
tell me what's going on
or what?
Just look everywhere,
I wore it just the other day.
Okay. Um
Uh
Are those
Yeah. Doubloons.
I'm being framed
for an armored truck heist
and a murder.
Levi Brenner.
Levi Brenner.
Guess we should've known
that brick through your window
wouldn't be the end of it.
Would you believe on some level
I'm actually impressed?
Think of all the bad facts
he has stacked against me.
I'm an ex-con.
I recently visited the offices
of Gold Coast Armored Trucking.
Uh-huh.
I was at the gas station
where the heist went down,
and now the police have
a piece of a shirt
with my DNA on it.
Yeah, all's left is to call in
some anonymous tip,
tell them to look
in your direction.
I don't even think
he has to do that.
Once the police start
asking questions at Gold Coast,
my name's gonna pop up
on their radar.
Wish, what are you doing?
W-What the hell
are you looking for?
Doubloons.
-Doubloons? What?
-What? What?
Me and you
are known associates, brother.
You said that you gave yours
to your-your lady friend?
They're not my doubloons.
I just asked her
to stash 'em for me.
So, at least
I managed to short-circuit
that part of Levi's plan.
Well, maybe
you should be the one
who calls in an anonymous tip.
Tell the cops
to pay a visit to old Levi.
Mm-mmm.
Before I came here, I went
to his place where he's staying
and he's gone.
He's probably in Mexico by now.
No, what I really need to do
is identify his partner.
Guy he did
the heist with tonight,
same one you think's been
leaving all those messages
with the robot voice.
Yeah, I mean,
he did a lot more than that.
He had to be the one
that killed Huck Evans.
Levi was still in prison
when Huck died.
In other words, you're looking
for an hombre as bad,
if not badder than Levi.
Whoever he is,
he killed Huck, then
he called Huck's girlfriend,
suggested that she hire me
to start looking into it,
and that part's key.
Frame-up doesn't work
if I'm not out there
poking around.
Well, two questions.
What's the next step?
How do I help?
You don't. Police come looking,
I don't want you there.
As far as next steps
I don't know. All I keep
thinking is just go back
to where it all started.
You're up early.
After last night,
you really think
I got any sleep?
Yeah, sorry about that.
I wasn't sure if I'd get you
when I called or some cop
in an evidence room.
As far as I can tell,
the police aren't onto me yet.
So, where are you?
I'm back at the spot
where my client's boyfriend
was killed.
What are you hoping to find?
I don't know.
Maybe something that
wasn't here the last time.
Ooh.
- Hot. Okay, now me.
- Okay.
Excuse me, sorry to bother you.
Um, is this your boat?
Yeah, why?
You like what you see?
It's very nice. It's just,
I didn't notice it
when I was here the other day.
Is this your slip,
or y'all just passing through?
This is home.
Usually we're out
before sunrise because
that's when the big fish bite.
Mm-hmm. Size matters.
Yes. Uh, so are you anchored
here overnight?
Yeah, sure.
What about this?
Is this for security?
-Uh, no.
-No, hon, it's for clicks.
We post all of
our big hauls online.
We're like "fin-fluencers,"
you know?
Mm-hmm.
Is it motion-activated?
Uh, hard drive's good
for, like, three months.
-Usually we just
leave it running.
-Mm-hmm.
'Cause hitting record is
the last thing you want
to have to think about
when a big boy hits the line.
Would you mind showing me
some of your footage?
Angle's no good, but
Do you hear that?
Yeah, footsteps.
Two sets, right?
The guy you said died
and the guy who--
Drowned him. Mm-hmm.
Hell yes, I'm drunk.
You're the You're the one
who kept ordering shots.
Hey!
Please.
Please.
Let me up.
The guy who did it,
did you ever hear his voice?
I mean, we can listen to it
one more time, but no,
I don't think so.
I think we should just
call it in. Use the voice.
Tell the cops
R.J. hit that truck
and be done with it.
Be patient, baby.
We've gone to all this trouble.
It's gonna work.
You're always so sure,
aren't you, Rachel?
'Cause I'm a genius.
His car is here.
I don't see any cops.
You sure
this is a good idea?
Yeah, he said he had an update.
Huck's grieving girlfriend
would want an update,
don't you think?
Keep it short and sweet.
Cops could swarm his ass
any second. You don't want
to be there if they do.
Hello.
-Thanks for coming.
How are you doing?
-Yeah, of course, I'm okay.
Good, good, good. Come on in.
So, you-you said
you had some news.
I do, yeah.
I think I know who killed Huck.
Tater McLeod.
- He seemed so sweet.
- Yeah.
W-What makes you think
it was him?
Same reasons I liked him
from the beginning.
He quit his job at Gold Coast
right after Huck died,
and his finances,
they don't add up a-at all.
And I talked to his neighbors
this morning.
Nobody's seen him since
that armored truck was robbed.
-Wow.
-Yeah.
Uh, have you told the police
at all, or
I can't go to the cops
just yet. I need more proof.
But, Rachel,
I promise, I'm gonna
get him for what he did.
We good?
He's got no clue.
We can go now?
Baby, please, we got this place
paid up till noon.
Hello.
Hey, it's R.J.
Uh, can you put Levi on?
I'm sorry?
Actually, you might just
want to lie down on the floor
with your hands on your head.
It's It's over, Rachel.
No, no, no. Damn it.
I had a friend plant this
when we were inside the bar.
Yeah. That's how we caught
you two lovebirds.
Please, you don't understand.
Levi made me do it.
He said that if I didn't--
Save it. I managed to get audio
from the night Huck died.
Yeah, there were two sets of
footsteps on that creaky dock.
One heavy, one much lighter.
I knew
it couldn't have been Tater
because he's Huck's size,
so it got me thinking smaller.
It occurred to me, the night
you canceled our meeting
left me without an alibi
for the time of the robbery.
And so I had the police check
Apalachee's records.
Turned out the whole time
Levi was in prison,
the whole time,
he only ever had one visitor.
You.
Oh. Before you go.
Have fun in prison.
Congrats on not getting sent
back to prison.
That's the third time
I've heard that today.
Hallmark needs to make a card.
Take these, please.
I've been a wreck
ever since you gave them to me.
Well, I know a museum curator
who'd be very happy
to have these back.
I appreciate it,
and I owe you one.
Well, I'd ask for a drink,
but the other night
you offered me
a whole dinner, so
In case you're free tonight
Well, a-actually,
I already have a date.
What? No, it's Levi Brenner.
He wants to flip
on some old associates
for a better deal,
but he'll only talk to me.
-Mmm.
-So, um
rain check?
We'll see.
We shall see.
Well, you look pleased
with yourself.
Well, I helped send
a huge piece of crap
and his girlfriend
to prison today, so
You told the police
you had some information
you wanted to share?
Well, I mean,
that may have been
a, uh, slight exaggeration.
Yeah, I kind of figured.
But you know, by all means,
whatever threats
you've been working on
these last few hours,
lay it on me.
Later, I'm sure
I'll be very scared.
Other night, I got paid a visit
by your cop friend, Abreu.
Pretended like
I didn't know her.
But I did.
Rachel, see,
she did some reconnaissance
on you and yours
-before I got out of Apalachee.
-Yeah, of course she did.
How else would you know
to break into their house?
I didn't break in.
Neither did Rachel.
You're a bad liar, Levi.
You stole my shirt that night--
Took your shirt
from your trailer, genius,
same night I planted
those gold coins.
That house
where your pretty ex-wife lives
with her pretty new wife and
their pretty little daughter?
Never come within miles of it.
That's bull.
Have the cops
check our cell phone records.
Talk to the guys at
the halfway house. You'll see.
I'm telling the truth.
Not a habit of mine,
I'll admit, but
gotta say, this time
mmm
feels good.
That's the look
I wanted to see.
That one right there.
You go home now, old buddy.
You tell 'em.
They're in someone else's
crosshairs now.