R.J. Decker (2026) s02e02 Episode Script

1
[gentle music playing]
[R.J.]
Previously on R.J. Decker
-How'd you find me?
-Investigative reporter,
remember?
Can't go a hundred feet
without someone asking me
for an interview
about my very corrupt,
murdered father.
[Catherine]
The task force will try
to find your dad's killer.
Have you heard anything
from them?
My father and the DA
were close.
Everyone's best guess is still
that he was killed by someone
in organized crime.
After everything that happened
with my father,
I know I told you
I needed some time,
-but I think
what I really needed was
-A friend.
Some folks say I'm the best.
[chuckles]
["Ride Like The Wind"
playing on radio]
I was born
The son of a lawless man ♪
Spoke my mind
With a gun in my hand ♪
Lived nine lives
Gunned down ten ♪
Gonna ride like the wind ♪
Wait. Hold on.
Christopher Cross
killed ten guys?
What?
That's what the man said,
Kayla.
For real.
This ain't yacht rock.
It's gangster rock.
Can you just hush?
You are mangling
a beautiful song.
Girl, you wish
you had these pipes.
I am many things, baby brother.
Jealous of you
ain't one of 'em.
[tires squeal]
[both panting]
Will you look at that?
Free cooler.
Jake. Jake.
Jake!
Just leave it be.
[Jake chuckling]
Check it out. Brand new.
-[gunshots]
-[Kayla screaming]
Come on.
Get it started, Kayla. Go!
[tires squeal]
-[gunshots]
-[Kayla screaming]
-[Jake] Go!
-[Kayla screaming]
-Kayla! Go! Go!
-[gunshots]
[Kayla] R.J., it was crazy.
The guy just kept shooting
at us.
I didn't think
we were gonna get away,
but then I ducked off of
Sugarland Highway and somehow
lost him on the back roads.
[R.J.] But you-you and Jake,
you're both all right?
Did you get his license plate?
We were too busy
screaming our heads off,
ducking down,
and I didn't get a good look
at his face either,
but I still wanted to go
straight
to the police obviously.
But
Well, when Jake saw
what was in the cooler,
he said we needed
to sleep on it.
-Right. I'm sorry.
What was in--
-But then, you know,
this morning,
I woke up, and he's gone.
Left me a note saying,
"Don't worry.
I'm gonna handle it."
But you know my brother.
Never met a bad situation
he couldn't make worse. [sighs]
Uh, but the cooler,
just to go back for--
R.J., our car is bright pink
and covered in giant poodles.
If the guy that shot at us is
out there looking for it,
it won't be hard to spot.
You gotta help me find Jake,
R.J.
-Okay.
-You just gotta.
Kayla, I-I wanna help you.
I really do.
You-You and Jake,
you're my favorite neighbors.
But first,
you gotta tell me
what was in the cooler.
Jewelry.
It was
a World Championship ring
for powerlifting.
It was enormous.
A bunch of diamonds
and a m-muscle guy holding
a barbell in the middle.
Like a [sighs] Like
a Super Bowl ring, you know,
but for weightlifters.
-And it was in the cooler?
-Yeah.
It was sorta
stuck.
Stuck?
Kayla,
is that is that blood?
[Kayla]
The guy that shot at us,
after we lost him,
Jake looked in the cooler.
The ring was on a hand.
The hand was in the cooler.
[tense music playing]
[chattering]
Huh.
That's it? Just "huh"?
Well, on the one hand,
you're telling me
about a very comely damsel
in distress.
I've noticed Kayla Treadwell
several times
washing dogs
in that little kiddie pool
of hers next to your trailer.
She's lovely.
So I'm naturally sympathetic
to her plight.
On the other hand,
it's a hand.
I mean, you sure you're ready
to take on a serial killer?
There's, like, a dozen more
likely explanations
other than serial killer.
All right, maybe not a dozen.
I'm already thinking
of nicknames.
-The Claw, Meathook Maniac,
the Handyman.
-[R.J.] Mmm. [clicks tongue]
Hell, I can
already see his trophy room.
Just hands lined up
in jars on his mantel.
The thing is,
I don't need to solve anything
here.
Jake said in his note
he was gonna
bring the hand to the cops
only after he got the ring off.
Well, not to be "undelicate,"
but, um,
why doesn't he just
[clicks tongue]
'Cause he doesn't want
the cops to know
he tampered with evidence
or stole the ring.
I just need to find Jake,
make sure he brings them
the hand and the ring.
Well, as long as you
give me your word
these beauties
will stay where they are,
how may I be of service?
You still got that
old flip phone
back there in lost and found?
I've been calling Jake
all morning,
but he ain't picking up.
-You think
he's screening your calls?
-Yeah.
I think he knows Kayla
must have asked for my help,
and I think he knows
whatever he's doing now,
it's a bad idea.
[Wish clicks tongue]
So if I get
his voicemail again,
do me a favor.
You leave him a message.
Tell him,
"You won a radio contest."
Tell him anything
it takes for him
to call back on this number.
-If I do it,
he'll recognize my voice.
-First, a question.
Your interest in helping Kayla,
I mean, that's, uh
It's purely neighborly, yeah?
Help me find her brother.
I'll tell her
you were the hero.
You can ask her out.
How about that?
I'm just making sure
I'm not overstepping,
seeing as how you and Emi Ochoa
are just buddies or whatever.
Supposedly.
[DA] Believe me, Emi,
I wish I had better news.
It's not for a lack of trying.
I have two ADAs
on your father's case.
I'm working them so hard,
I think they might retire.
I was surprised
when Dante Garcetti's alibi
checked out.
Oh, you and me both,
but he's just one
of a dozen suspects
the state police have cleared.
The deeper they dig,
the colder this thing gets.
[chattering]
My father made
a lot of enemies.
-He made a lot of friends too.
-[sighs]
I know. He was complicated.
But do you really think
I'd get elected DA
without Victor Ochoa?
There isn't a politician
in this state who
doesn't wanna see justice done.
Whoever killed him
will not get away with it.
-Emi, are you okay?
-Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Thanks for keeping me
in the loop, Janis.
It's the least I can do.
The moment that I have somebody
in my sights,
you'll be the first to know.
Thanks.
[gentle music playing]
[Emi] Oh, funny running
into you again.
Um, sorry. Have we met?
No, but maybe that's the point.
Two days ago,
you were outside my office,
and then I saw you a few times
near my brother's place.
Now here.
I don't know what to tell you.
I don't remember you.
You know, maybe Fort Lauderdale
just isn't that big.
Are you following me?
Who are you working for?
[sighs] Lady, whatever this is,
I'm not interested.
[Caribbean music playing]
-Uh, can't help you,
young fella.
-Are you sure?
-You didn't really
look at the picture.
-What good would it do?
I'm legally blind
and my memory is shot.
Even if it wasn't,
I don't think I bought
any championship rings today.
Odds are I'd remember that.
Yes, you probably would.
Um, just to be sure, uh,
can I take a look
at your jewelry case?
Or do you have
a sports memorabilia
section I can look at?
I got a cricket bat autographed
by Pat Sajak.
-That help you any?
-Uh
[phone ringing]
-Give me a minute, okay?
-Mmm.
Jake, hey. There you are.
-R.J.? Is that you?
-[R.J.] Yeah, it sure is.
I'm sorry about
the phony voicemail,
but you are a hard man
to get a hold of.
So, just to be clear,
I-I don't have a great aunt
who died?
[R.J.] No, you do not,
and you definitely
don't have an inheritance
coming your way.
The estate attorney
that called
and left you that message,
that was a friend.
[Jake]
He sounded so professional.
Yeah. Um, so can you guess why
me and Kayla left
all those other messages?
She told you about the hand.
She told me about the hand.
Look, I just didn't
wanna catch hell from her,
you or anyone, you know?
Not till I had some good news,
and I do.
I figured out
how to get the ring off.
Turned that bad boy
into some cash too.
Jake, you don't get it.
You have to bring the hand
and the ring to the police.
Both of them together.
R.J., me and Kayla
got shot at, okay?
You don't think we should get
a little something-something
for our trouble?
What you're gonna get
is a little jail time
-if you don't listen
to what I'm saying.
-[Jake] Relax, okay?
I'ma go get the hand right now,
and I'll bring it
right to the po-po.
Wait. Where's the hand now?
-[Jake] Uh-oh.
-[R.J.] Uh-oh. What's "uh-oh"?
[stammers] The black pickup.
The one that was
chasing me and Kayla.
It's right behind me.
-[stammers] I gotta go.
-[R.J.] No, no, no, no, no.
Do not hang up. New plan, okay?
Keep driving, go straight
to the police station.
Yeah, that-that-that's probably
a good idea.
[intense music plays]
[horn honks]
Jake?
[R.J.] Jake?
-[siren wailing]
-[machine beeping]
[paramedic]
Ready? Go. Let's go.
[person]
Is that dude gonna live?
[Mel]
EMT said he was unconscious
but stable,
but obviously,
it was a bad crash.
[R.J.]
Tell her what you told me.
He saw the black pickup truck,
the one driven by the guy
who shot at Jake
and Kayla yesterday.
Saw that guy too,
or at least his back.
After the crash,
the little pink car
wasn't just crushed,
it was on fire.
But the guy in the pickup
walked right up to it,
stuck his arm in,
pulled the driver out,
flames and all.
We were talking
about your suspect.
Now he's a hero?
He still is our suspect.
Listen.
Pickup guy was giant.
I mean, like, all muscle.
I thought he was a hero too,
but then as soon as
he saved the pink car dude,
-he started yelling at him.
-What was he yelling?
-[suspect] Which one?
Which one?
-[Jake groans]
I couldn't hear much,
but he kept asking,
"Which one? Which one?"
Again and again.
Pink car dude,
he couldn't answer him.
He was out cold.
When the big guy
heard the cops coming,
boom, he bailed,
jumped in his truck
and took off.
-And you never saw his face?
-No,
but like I said, he's huge,
total meat-planet.
He had to be on,
like, gigaroids,
you know what I mean?
So, your client's brother
finds a severed hand,
only instead of bringing it
to the police,
he takes it on the run.
He's looking for a way to get
a big ring off
one of the fingers.
He finds a way.
He stashes the hand someplace,
sells the ring,
tells you he's going back
for the hand,
when, bam, he gets T-boned,
but lucky for him,
the guy who
tried to kill him yesterday
is there
to save his life today.
I mean, don't you
just love being a cop
in Florida?
Oh, I love it. [sighs]
So the guy that pulled Jake
out of his car,
obviously, he's the one
that cut off the hand,
obviously, he's the one
that wants it back,
but with Jake
out of commission--
You're worried he'll go after
your client next.
I already have a car on the way
to take her to be
with her brother.
I'm gonna start looking
into hospitals,
urgent cares, morgues,
see if anyone's been admitted
missing a hand.
We ID the victim,
maybe we can ID the suspect.
Ah, no, I may have a better way
to do that.
You see this?
So it-it's part of
a prescription label.
It was stuck
to the side of the cooler
the hand was in.
"Nandrolone."
-Okay, so not a gigaroid,
but a steroid.
-Yeah.
And then
there's two words here.
They're smudged.
That looks like
"Beach Boulevard" to me.
There's a gym out there
where you find the kind of guy
that fits
the description we got.
So I'm gonna go out there
and see if anyone knows a guy
with a black pickup truck
and a bad temper.
You want me to come with?
No, I have
a very motivated partner
on this one.
[Wish] Well, I gotta admit,
performance-enhancing drugs
sure do enhance performance.
I guess the description I got
doesn't really narrow things
down.
Almost everyone here is
a meat-planet.
Hell, well, tell you what,
start with that guy there
on the bench.
The one
with all the prison ink? Why?
You see that red crown
on his neck?
It means he's in Red Kings.
Now, I myself have never been
a member,
but when I did my stretch down
in South Bay,
I got to know a few.
-Yeah.
-[chuckles]
Those boys loved me.
I mean, I don't know, man.
He looks a little, uh
Arj, Arj, Arj, Arj,
I'm a people person.
-Take it easy.
-I got this.
[gentle music playing]
-Yo, big man.
-[claps]
Need a spot?
[suspenseful music plays]
[sighs]
[Kayla] It was enormous.
A bunch of diamonds
and a m-muscle guy
holding a barbell
in the middle.
[phone ringing]
Hey.
Hey, I want to hire
a private investigator.
-Know any good ones?
-Uh
[Emi] That was a joke.
I want to hire you.
Emi, I'm sorry.
I gotta call you back.
What, you think because
you see a King
you can hang with one?
Wait, no, no, no, no.
[chuckles]
[stammers] I think there's
a-a misunderstanding.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
everything okay?
Everything good here?
Oh, you want some too?
Is this your boy?
People person, huh?
Whoa! No, no, no, no.
Let's not, kids.
All right, let's just not.
Mike, take it easy or,
better yet,
take it out on the weights.
Hey, gentlemen, you seem lost.
Let me help you find your way.
-[R.J.] Yeah.
-[Wish] Yeah, yeah.
I'm sorry about that.
Hope you guys weren't looking
for a gym membership.
-I'm Carmine.
-Hey. [chuckles]
And I'd say welcome to my gym,
but it doesn't look like
you're gonna be.
Well, I'm R.J. Decker.
I'm a private investigator.
We're looking for someone
that might work out here.
He drives a black pickup truck.
No, look, I know what
these guys lift.
I can't tell you
what they drive.
What about
-What about this guy?
-[Carmine]
Oh, that's John Fender.
-You know him?
-Everybody knows him.
For a while,
he was the guy around here.
Well, he's the guy everywhere,
world champ.
[stammers] You got, uh,
an address,
or a phone number or anything?
[chuckling]
What, you guys think
I'm in the habit
of giving my clients'
personal information
out to any two stunods
that come asking?
These two stunods are
a little worried Mr. Fender
might be hurt, maybe worse.
All right, well,
here's what I'll do.
I'll call John.
If I don't get him,
I'll call some friends.
They don't get him,
then I'll call you two.
All right?
-Yeah, all right, okay.
-All right. That's good.
[waves lapping]
[sighs]
Hey, sorry
I couldn't talk before.
Is everything okay?
How often is everything okay
in the life of someone
looking to hire a PI?
Not often.
I'm glad you came.
-There's something
I want to show you.
-[door closes]
[Emi] Come on.
He usually parks
right over there.
The guy who's been
following me.
[suspenseful music plays]
And you don't think
he's a stalker.
Honestly,
I might prefer a stalker.
Ever since my father's death,
Ochoa Development
has become a magnet
for lawsuits.
Some have merit, most don't.
Honestly,
it was probably overdue.
Victor kept the wolves at bay,
didn't he?
His political influence made
for a pretty big umbrella
over the company.
And with him gone,
the floodgates are wide open.
So you think this guy
might be working
for one of the people
suing you?
It could be a rival developer,
an activist group,
some opportunist hoping
to get rich.
I mean,
he's out here all the time,
watching, sipping,
keeping track
of who comes and goes.
I was hoping you could find out
whose payroll he's on.
If it is someone
who's taking the company
to court,
I think a judge will take
a pretty dim view
of this kind of behavior.
And he left all these here?
My little shadow
loves his energy drinks
and littering.
I'll take them to Mel.
I'll see if she can hook me up
with someone in the crime lab.
[Kayla] The doctors, they say
there's too much swelling
in Jake's brain.
-They got him in
a medically induced coma.
-[R.J. sighs]
And they say
he's going to be all right.
I just I don't know.
[Wish stammers]
Hey, if you gotta be
in a coma,
medically induced
is probably the best kind,
right?
Kayla, I-I-I know
this is scary,
but we are going to find
the guy that's been chasing
Jake.
Me and Arj are
hot on his trail.
Hey [stammers]
why don't you show her
that picture you took?
You know,
the one of the guy we think
got his hand cut off
and put in the cooler.
[tense music playing]
[Kayla] That's definitely
the same ring.
This man, John Fender
[stammers]
you really think
someone chopped off
his hand just to steal it?
We do. Police found the shop
where Jake pawned it.
They took the ring.
Any luck, Jake's prints
won't be the only ones
they find on it.
Yeah, yeah. We get a hit
in that big, old database
-and, boom, we got our bad guy.
-[thuds]
[Kayla] My trailer!
Oh, my God, that's the truck!
That must be him.
He must be here for me.
-Arj,
what do you wanna do here?
-Get down and stay down.
-Hey,
w-where the hell you going?
-I'm gonna go shoot him.
What? With what?
Call 911.
[panting] What?
[dramatic music playing]
[shutter clicking]
[dog barking]
-[engine starts]
-[shutter clicks]
[sighs]
-Brother, you good?
-[R.J.] Yeah.
I never got an angle
on his face,
but I definitely got his plate.
[stammers] I'll show the cops
when they get here.
The hell?
No freaking way.
Is this guy trying
to get his own hand back?
[gentle music playing]
[Kayla]
I just don't understand.
When that cooler fell off
this guy's truck,
was he, like, racing
to get his hands sewn back on?
Makes sense to me.
I'm pretty attached
to all my limbs.
You know, it's good
you got the plates and all,
but don't we know
who our boy is?
I mean,
we just got done telling Kayla
that we think the hand belongs
to John Fender.
I mean, these pictures
are of a man missing a hand.
Ipso facto, the guy
that just left here is
John Fender.
[stammers] I don't know.
I don't think whoever he was
was coming here looking
for a hand,
I think he wants the ring.
When he pulled Jake
out of his car,
he kept asking one question,
"Which one? Which one?"
I think Jake told him
he sold the ring
at a pawn shop.
-Big guy wanted to know
-Which pawn shop.
Not to mention,
it's a little late to be
surgically reattaching a hand,
-don't you think?
-Hmm. That puppy's
got to stink by now.
But, if Jake told him
to go to a pawn shop,
why did he have to come here,
smash up all my Hummels?
Well, I don't know.
Maybe Jake lied to him.
The ring wasn't
at the shop he named,
so he came here.
-Huh.
-Oh, God.
There's a photo missing.
It was right there.
It was of me.
It was
at my uncle's bowling alley
[stammers] on Jake's birthday.
Big guy must have took it.
Well, if he didn't get
a good look at me yesterday,
he knows exactly
what I look like now.
[siren wailing]
Okay, come on, calvary's here.
[police chatter on radio]
[Mel]
So you never got his face?
If I got any closer,
he might have shot me in mine.
Okay, nobody saw his face?
What about you, Pennywise?
Before I left,
I ran that plate you sent me.
[Wish]
Okay, so not John Fender.
He's the powerlifter
who won the ring
with all the dia--
Yeah, I know.
We're looking for him too,
but you've got to get in line
behind this guy,
Eduardo Morales.
The black pickup truck
that was here?
It's registered to him.
He works
for the Nicaraguan Consulate
in Miami.
[R.J.] 6'2", 240.
Our guy looked bigger
than that,
didn't he?
I mean, I guess
he could have bulked up
since this was taken,
but I don't know.
It wouldn't surprise me.
Eduardo got swept up
in a big steroid sting in 2024.
He ended up walking,
not enough evidence,
but a few of his buddies
weren't so lucky.
They all got hauled out
of a gym called Carmine's.
Carmine's.
We made some friends there
yesterday.
Got to be where Eduardo
got a look at John Fender
and his ring, right?
I got units heading
to Eduardo's home
and office as we speak.
But until we find him,
you might want to think about
Finding a motel.
[scoffs] I got a couch
that I-I could sleep on.
-Really?
-[chuckling] Yeah.
[stammers] I mean,
if-if you guys are done with us
and I could take her back
to my place,
get her set up?
Are you sure?
-Car's right over here.
-Thank you.
You know,
I really doubt Eduardo's
just gonna be sitting at home
waiting for the cops
to come knocking on his door.
Guy seems like a man
on a mission,
looking for what he lost.
Okay, we beat him to the ring.
Maybe we beat him
to the hand too.
Run prints,
confirm who
it really belongs to.
Fingerprints, right.
That reminds me,
do you know anybody
in the crime lab
that might be able
to run some for me?
It's for a different case
I'm working. [stammers]
For Emi, actually.
-Oh, well, anything
for a friend.
-[chuckles]
I'll set you up
with my favorite lab lady,
Gertrude.
A bit odd,
but hell, so are you.
[button pressing]
[elevator bell dings]
[person 2] Oh, R.J. Decker.
Hi. Step into my office.
Trudy Harris.
Trudy, yeah, as in Gertrude,
Mel's friend.
Yeah, yeah, no,
I was just coming to see you.
You know, uh, what?
I think
we need to do this here.
Oh, uh, do what here?
It's just,
if I take you down to the lab,
my colleagues are going
to think we're dating.
[stammers]
Why would they think that?
-You're very on brand for me.
-Oh.
Yeah, okay. Mel said that you
would need me to check these
for prints?
-Yeah.
-Okay.
The man who handled these
was following your girlfriend?
[chuckling]
No, I mean, well,
the guy that touched
these was following someone,
just not my girlfriend.
-Why not? Is she ugly?
-Mmm? No.
[gasps]
Wait, are you superficial
and you only date tens?
No [chuckling]
no, no, of course not.
It's just [stammers] I-I
-You're screwing with me.
-Mmm.
-Give me a day, okay?
-[chuckles]
-[elevator bell dings]
-Oh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-One more thing, um--
-Sorry, R.J., we can't.
I'm I'm married.
I'm kidding.
Definitely kidding.
Very, very single.
Yeah, I'm just
screwing with you again.
I don't know why. It's so fun.
Yeah, yeah.
No, I was just gonna say
I'm working
the severed hand case,
and I was wondering
if you guys
managed to find anything
on the championship ring?
Heck yeah.
Traces of polydimethylsiloxane
and perfluoropolyether
lubricant compounds.
You're not a science guy,
are you?
I have other strengths.
Hmm, okay.
Well, they're chemicals
that can be found
in industrial lubricants,
certain synthetic waxes like
Oh, lane conditioner found
in bowling alleys.
It's slick stuff, viscous,
you know.
It's probably
what was used to remove
the ring from the severed hand.
Got it. [stammers]
So you'd find it
at a bowling alley?
Yeah, a bowling alley,
you know, the kind
with bowling balls and pins.
[Wish] You know,
your timing leaves
a lot to be desired.
You know,
Kayla was just telling me
how she prefers a wiry physique
to the kind
that Eduardo Morales has.
[groans]
What are we doing here?
The ring, it had traces
of bowling lane wax on it.
[sighs]
I think Jake told Eduardo
he left the severed hand
at a bowling alley.
The missing picture of Kayla.
She said it was taken
at her uncle's bowling alley.
So when Eduardo was screaming
at Jake asking which one
He wasn't talking
about a pawnshop after all.
He didn't take the picture
of Kayla to find her.
He took it to find this place.
[Wish] Ah.
["Camel Walk" playing]
-All right, so you're Jake.
-Yeah.
Where would you hide
a hand in here?
In with the rental shoes?
Stuffed in a pinsetter?
Or maybe
it's waiting to be chosen
in the claw machine.
-Wouldn't that be cute?
-[shushes]
Keep an eye out.
Keep an eye out.
[song continues]
Yo, ye pharaohs,
Let us walk ♪
Through this barren desert
In search of truth ♪
And some pointy boots
And maybe
A few snack crackers ♪
[R.J. whistles]
Baby, you make me wanna walk
Like a camel ♪
Walk ♪
[song fades]
-[dramatic music playing]
-[sighs]
[line ringing]
[Mel] Hey.
I found where Jake
stashed the hand, but it looks
like Eduardo got here first.
Actually, he didn't.
What do you mean?
What I mean is Eduardo Morales
didn't beat you to that hand.
He couldn't have.
I'm standing in his apartment.
He's been dead for days.
-What?
-And it gets weirder.
He's missing
his right hand too.
[Catherine]
I gotta say, I do not think
that this guy was driving
a black pickup two days ago,
or kicking your neighbor's
door in yesterday.
His name's Eduardo Morales,
and people I talked to
who worked with him
at the consulate
said nobody's seen him
since Monday.
Yeah, yesterday,
we were thinking
that John Fender was our victim
and Eduardo was our bad guy,
but maybe Wish had it right.
Maybe it was
the other way around.
Maybe Fender was the one
that tore up Kayla's trailer.
Let's say it was.
Why is he missing [whispers]
a hand?
Okay, my best,
most insane guess,
Eduardo wanted that ring.
He [whispering] chopped
John Fender's hand off
to get it.
Fender went to Eduardo's
to get it back.
He cut off Eduardo's hand
for revenge and then
[whispers] shot him to death.
I said it was insane.
Well,
Eduardo was still very much
a steroid enthusiast.
He had enough trenbolone
to turn you
into Arnold Schwarzenegger.
I don't need shortcuts.
I just started aqua aerobics.
-Give it time.
-Okay.
All right,
there-there's still a BOLO out
on John Fender.
Any luck, we find him
while he's still in possession
of Eduardo's pickup
-and at least one severed--
-Hand.
Right?
There are
two different steroid guys
with missing hands.
One of them is dead.
The other is going around
shooting at people.
It's rude to eavesdrop,
mija , but yes.
Cool case.
Let's get you to school.
All right, let me know
if Fender turns up.
I gotta go check
on my other client.
Oh, that explains it,
why you're dressed
so nice today,
or at least nice for you.
Question is,
is it for a certain ex
or a certain lab lady?
This is how I always dress.
[Mel] Mm-hmm.
[chattering]
Trudy, hey.
Hey.
[stammers] I was seeing
if you had any luck
pulling prints off those cans.
Oh, you think
I wouldn't have called you?
No, no, no, I just
I saw you and I thought
maybe I'll just come--
Yeah, I find things,
I call people.
-I don't find things,
I don't call people.
-I'm sorry,
do you mean that you looked,
and you didn't find anything?
No, I just mean
I'll call you when I call you,
okay?
Hello, hon. Ah!
So it was the lab lady.
Listen,
a patrol car just spotted
John Fender
outside a boiled peanut stand
in Coral Gables.
He's a big boy.
They got him waiting
for us in Interview One.
-Come on if you're coming.
-I'm coming. I'm coming.
Uh, yes, ma'am, that's my ring.
I mean, it was.
I sold it last week.
You sold
your world championship ring.
Why?
Eduardo really wanted it.
This is Eduardo Morales
we're talking about, yeah?
Yes, sir.
We weren't close or anything,
but I'd see him at the gym.
I knew he liked the ring.
Last week, he walked up to me,
and he offered me
20 grand for it.
-Was it worth that much?
-I guess to him, it was.
He said
he thought it might help him
impress the ladies.
I was at Eduardo's apartment
yesterday.
Didn't strike me as
the home of a man with 20K
to throw around on jewelry.
[sighs]
-Mr. Fender?
-I don't wanna get
in any trouble.
If you didn't kill Eduardo,
the only way you can get
into trouble
is if you don't cooperate.
He said he took the money
from his job.
At the consulate?
I guess some crook
from Managua died
in South Beach two weeks ago,
and the Nicaraguan government
seized his crypto wallet.
It was locked in a safe
at the consulate,
but Eduardo knew
the combination.
He said it was simple, like,
just five numbers.
I've owned suitcases with locks
with more digits.
And get this, in that wallet,
there was $23 million.
Apparently,
Eduardo's bosses had no idea,
so he helped himself.
He made a withdrawal to pay
for the ring and then
put the wallet
back in the safe.
Uh, check this out.
See these?
These are from
the Pensacola
Powerlifting Invitational.
That's me.
Last few days, I was up there,
not down here.
So
-Can I go?
-[R.J.] Yeah, one more thing.
Do you know
if Eduardo told anyone else
about how he got that money?
He wasn't shy about it.
He actually thought
it was funny.
Uh, there definitely were
a couple of other guys
within earshot
when he told me about it.
I can get you the names.
Okay, gracias .
Nicaraguan Consulate
confirmed it.
Crypto wallet's real,
but they insist
it's still in their possession.
I mean, that tracks, right?
Sounded like Eduardo
only siphoned off a taste,
yeah?
And then bragged about it
in front of a bunch of guys
with more steroids
in their bodies than blood.
Might as well have painted
a target on his back,
or I guess his hand.
I was able to put some faces
to the names Fender gave us,
guys who overheard Eduardo
talking about the money
he took.
Mike Haskins. I met him.
Anger issues,
not a fan of Wish.
Both hands, though. And
-[Mel] Todd Prentice.
-And this guy.
Leon Durham. Okay,
one of them's gotta be missing
a hand.
I mean, even if he is,
it doesn't prove
he's the killer.
Look, if you're worried
about him coming
after your neighbor again,
don't be.
We're in good shape.
Every cop in South Florida is
looking
for that black pickup he stole.
We'll find the truck.
Plus the gun.
Both will tie him
to the shooting, the crash,
whatever else he's been up to.
Trust me, he's as good as got.
["Same Days" playing]
[chuckling]
Oh, look who's back.
Nuh-oh. No Carmine here
to save you today.
No, just me.
We need to talk, Mike.
About what?
Your buddy, Eduardo Morales,
he was murdered.
Search of his apartment
turned up evidence
he was buying a lot of steroids
and peptides from you.
[Mel] I'm not sure it's enough
to press charges,
but it's definitely enough
to open an investigation
if I want.
You help us out with something,
maybe I don't.
[Mike sighs]
Can we talk someplace else?
It wasn't just me who heard
Eduardo bragging about
all that crypto, okay?
Yeah, we know. Todd Prentice
and Leon Durham were there too.
You're gonna wanna tell me
something I don't know.
[exhales] All right, well,
anytime Eduardo would talk
about how easy it was
to get the money
out of this wallet,
Todd's eyes would
pop out of his skull.
So he's definitely your guy.
-What makes you so sure?
-Because
a couple of nights ago,
I'm in here
and I hear screaming come
from the back office.
I turn, I see Todd run out.
He's holding his wrist,
but his hand's, like, gone.
Carmine is right behind him
holding a giant meat cleaver,
-chasing him, yelling
-Don't tell me you lost it!
Now go find it or
"Next time
I'm gonna cut your head off."
-Wait, wait, wait, Carmine?
-Yeah.
The little guy?
Who's the toughest, meanest guy
in Goodfellas ?
It's Pesci, right?
That's Carmine.
What? Are you saying
he's got mob connections?
I'm saying he used to,
in New Jersey.
Retires to Fort Laud
a couple years ago,
buys this place,
but everybody here knows,
don't get on his bad side.
He's liable
to sic his old friends on you.
-Okay, where's Carmine now?
-[Mike sighs]
He didn't come in today,
which is weird.
He's gotta know the heat's on.
If it wasn't,
you two wouldn't be here,
right?
[Mel] I had Ragsdale
pull Carmine's sheet,
and wow.
Everything from racketeering
to curb stomping.
He's done it all.
Yeah,
not the first mobster to retire
to the Sunshine State, I guess.
No. The question is,
what the hell
are he and Todd Prentice up to?
Obviously, Carmine sent Todd
to Eduardo's apartment
the other day,
but for what?
A ring worth 20 grand?
I mean,
his gym's gotta be worth
a couple mil.
Why go to so much trouble
for such a little score?
I don't know.
I'm thinking the same thing.
Todd Prentice lost that cooler
two days ago.
He went to the gym.
He told Carmine.
Carmine goes biblical,
takes a hand for a hand,
tells Todd he has to go find
my neighbor's car,
get Eduardo's hand back.
And he followed them
like a Terminator
till he did, but why?
[Wish]
She didn't like her bowl cut?
[Kayla] "I told you, Granny,
-I really only cut dog hair."
-[chuckles]
At least something good's
coming out of all this.
Then there's
you and Trudy, of course.
I don't think so.
Oh, what happened?
She didn't like your shirt?
[chuckles] I don't know.
Yesterday, a few sparks.
Today [blows]
I just thought
of one more thing
that doesn't make sense.
If John Fender
ever wore his ring
to the gym,
no way did he keep it on
when he was lifting.
If he put it in his locker,
Carmine could've just taken it
from there.
-The old five-finger discount,
you know?
-[R.J.] Mm-hmm.
Wait, say that again.
-What was that? Five fingers?
-What?
I think
I might understand it now.
I think I know why
Carmine and Todd
went to all that trouble.
We thought it was
about the ring.
It wasn't.
Come on, we gotta go.
-Go where?
-Miami.
I just hope we're not too late.
[glass shatters]
-[thuds]
-[groans]
Would you relax?
-Did you hear an alarm?
-No.
Right, it's 'cause my guy
cut the cameras too.
Now go.
[dramatic music playing]
Go ahead, you do it.
[Todd groans]
[beeping]
[beeps]
Do it again.
[beeping]
-[beeps]
-What?
What the hell is
wrong with you?
-It's my first hand scanner.
-Move, let me do it.
[beeping]
-It's not my fault.
-Well, help me out.
[beeping]
[Mel] Yeah,
that's not gonna work.
We made some changes.
Eduardo no longer has access.
-[officer] Police, hands up.
-[gun cocks]
-[officer 2] Hands up!
-[officer 3] Hands up.
[sirens wailing in distance]
[Carmine] I heard you helped
set the table for all of this.
-You must be smarter
than you look.
-Well, I can count to five.
That's why I was surprised
the other day
when someone told us
Eduardo said the safe here
had only a five-number code.
Tonight, I started to wonder
if that's not exactly
what he said.
Wouldn't it make more sense
if it had a five-digit code?
I should've let the guys
at the gym kill you
when I had the chance.
I think you're gonna come
to have some deeper regrets.
[Jake exhales]
There was a light, you know?
This beautiful voice
calling me home.
Then it kinda shifted.
It's almost like
I was watching Minions,
but I was Gru.
Almost dying is crazy.
Anyway,
I'ma start going to church.
That's nice, Jake. I mean,
you've got a lot
to be grateful for.
[Jake] No joke.
I can't thank you enough, Wish.
Kayla told me about everything
you did [chuckling]
to get those bad guys.
[chuckling] Yeah,
well, um I did have some help
from my little buddy here.
Oh.
What did you do with the money
I got from pawning that ring?
Unbelievable.
What? I-I was just asking.
This is what
you're just asking about?
Hi.
Hi, are you here waiting
[chuckling] on me?
I, uh I come in peace.
Actually, I, uh
I came here to apologize.
Okay, for what?
-Uh, honestly, I'm not sure.
-[stammers, chuckles]
[stammers] I should have
waited for you to get back
to me about the fingerprints.
[stammers] I'm sorry
if that felt presumptuous.
No, it wasn't.
Honestly, that's
It's not why I blew you off.
I actually wanted to help you.
I just, uh,
couldn't.
[dramatic music playing]
[panting]
[R.J.] Why? What's going on?
I'm really not supposed to say.
But it's all
gonna come out today anyway,
so yes,
I did get fingerprints off
of those cans.
I ran them, and I got a hit.
I just couldn't say anything
because it's part of
an open investigation.
So the guy
who's been following my friend,
he's under investigation?
[Trudy] No, he's not the one
under investigation, R.J.
He's a cop.
[siren blaring]
Sorry, what are you saying?
Ms. Ochoa.
Ryan Breen, State Police.
I'm gonna need you to give me
your hands. Come on.
Emi Ochoa,
you have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say
can and will be used
against you.
I'm saying
that the state police
have a file an inch thick
on your friend, Emi Ochoa.
They've got her dead to rights.
[sirens wailing in distance]
She killed her father.
[music continues]