All language subtitles for R.J.Decker.S01E02.Twenty.Pounds.of.Clem.in.a.Ten-Pound.Bag.1080p.DSNP.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-RAWR_Track03

Previously on "RJ Decker"...
RJ freakin' Decker.

They let you out already?

I'm a P.I. now.

Detective Abreu, hello.
How are you?

How is everything
at the trailer park?

You making new friends?

I'm on trial.

Good luck today.
Mm-hmm. Thanks.

Would you please state your name
and relationship to the victim?

I'm Emi Ochoa.

Lucas is my stepbrother.

And that's the man
who almost killed him.

If I hadn't lied
to protect Lucas,

there would have been
consequences.

But it was still wrong.
And I'm sorry.

A sinkhole opened up outside
your window three weeks ago

and you didn't come
to stay with us then?

You wanted to see me?

You can stay here one week,
and then you go.

I was exonerated.

The very first thing I did

was I bought a scratcher.

And that scratcher
paid out a million bucks.

I'm not released this day
instead of the next,

who knows what comes of me.

♪ Dear friend,
if you wanna feel better ♪

♪ Don't let the devil
make you toss this letter ♪

♪ If you've been crossed up
by hoodoo, voodoo ♪

♪ The wizard or the lizard ♪

♪ You got family trouble,
man trouble ♪

♪ Woman trouble,
no life through the rubble? ♪

♪ You're looking for a true
friend or a true lover ♪

♪ Or if you've been living
undercover ♪

♪ Well, I'm coming to your town
to break it all down ♪

Go, go, go, go!

South door!

Check down the left!

Hands!

Don't move!
Hands in the air!

Clear the corners!

♪ I'm here to tear
all the walls down ♪

We got ourselves a farm!

Hot damn!

That's a lot of weed.

In case you were wondering which
of your pals tipped us off,

there's an old lady
walks her dog around here,

kept reporting
suspicious activity

like she was trying to win
a radio contest.

Karens-- am I right?

It's not cannabis,
it's carnivorous.

I said it's not cannabis,
it's carnivorous.

They're not marijuana plants.

They're Venus flytraps.

Hey, Detective, over here.

Let's go.

Is that a meat grinder?

You got to see this.

Question for you, son.

Who exactly have you
been feeding to your plants?

You're real bad at this, bro.
Okay.

Seriously, if breaking
into cars with baseball,

you'd be the Rockies.

Well, maybe if I had
a better teacher.

You got the best in Fort Loud.

Don't blame me
for your old-man fingers.
Whoa!

I think you mean
you were the best, right?

Because you know what happens
if I find out you're un-retired.

Tell my mom.
Yes.

Which is worse
than telling the cops.

That's right.
Ain't happening.

I am D-O-N-E done, son.

Stupid pick is broken
or something.

Well, how'd you do that?

What are you doing to my car?

Oh, hey, Cath.
This is, uh, Darius.

He's helping me out
with this new skill

I might need as a P.I.

It's 9:00 a.m. on a Monday.
Is it?

Shouldn't Darius be in school?
No, ma'am.

Some dude lives near the school
lost his boa constrictor.

We're all supposed to stay home
until Animal Control finds it.

Keep trying.
Thanks.

Found the key
to the file drawers.

Unless you'd like
to pick that lock, too.

Okay. This is great.

I have a place
to, uh, put all my files.

I take it things
are still a little slow.

Yeah.
Yeah, they're a bit slow.

They're picking up.
Wish texted me last night.

He said he had a new client
for me.

Oh, shoot. Actually, I got
to meet the guy in 20 minutes.

Will he be older than 12?

Hey. Where's the client?

Oh, God. Wish...

I mean, we've been over this.

I-I...

I need work.
I don't need charity.

This is a genuine case, Arj.

Genuine case? Really?

Like-- Like the case
of the missing deep fryer?

You remember that one?

You told me it was stolen,
but that was bull.

It was just out for repairs.

Then there was the time
you wanted a list of names,

background checks
so they could work here.

Only they turned out to be

the starting O-line
for the '84 Dolphins.

I swear, had any of those
gentlemen been interested,

I'd have hired them.

Wish...

You remember me telling you
about Waylon Abernathy?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.
He was your celly

the first time
you got locked up.

He showed you the ropes,
just like you did for me.

Prison being prison,

where the wrong look
at the wrong time

can get you
a sharpened toothbrush

through the old Adam's apple.

I think you'll agree,

it's the sort of kindness
you don't soon forget.

Mm.
It's why I want to hire you
to get Waylon's son Marcus

out of a spot of trouble.

It's "trouble"--
you swear it's real?

Oh, it's real.

He even made the paper.

Marcus.

How you doing?
My name's RJ Decker.

I'm a private investigator.

Yeah, I know.
The guards told me.

But if you're looking for work,
I'm sorry.

I can't afford you.

I'm actually already paid for.

I'm a friend of Wish Aiken's.

Mr. Aiken sent you?

Yeah, he sure did.

He tells me there's no way

you could have done
what they're saying.
No, no.

No, sir.
Not-- Not in a million years.

So far, all I know
is what I've read in the papers.

The police were expecting
to find marijuana

in your grow house.

It wasn't my grow house.

It was Clem's--
Clem Crayshaw.

He's the one who hired me.

He's a flytrap poacher.

He's a what now?

F-Flytraps are rare.

That's what makes them valuable.

The only place they grow
naturally in the whole world

is the southeast corner
of North Carolina.

And that's where
he would steal his.

So you and this Clem guy--

you guys were what, partners?

Clem was good at poaching.

He's terrible with plants.

He hired me out of the garden
center I was working at,

just to make sure his plants
were fed and watered right.

And I knew it was wrong,
and I-I just...

My girlfriend, Kelly-Lynn--

she just told me she was
pregnant, and I just--

Alright.
Don't worry about that.

That's fine.

But... I got to ask,

how was it
you didn't notice

a freezer full of body parts?

The freezer was in a storeroom
that Clem kept locked.

Before he hired me,
he told me

he was feeding the plants
ground-up roadkill.

I said that was no good,

that the best thing for flytraps
was mealworms.

And so, then,
whenever I got there,

there was a big bag
of mealworms waiting for me.

Well, according to the paper,

the police found you with a big,
old bag of John Doe.

Clem and I--
we barely saw each other,

and we spoke
mostly over Snapchat.

I tell him what I needed,
he'd make sure I got it.

And, then, a couple days ago,
he sent me a message

and said that he forgot
to order the mealworms

and the flytraps would have to
go back to roadkill for a while.

Don't-- Don't you get it?

Clem killed John Doe,

and he was using me and the
plants to get rid of the body.

The cops--
they want me to tell them

who the dead guy is,
but I can't.

I-I don't-- I don't know.
Right.

Since the app deletes the
messages after you read them,

you can't prove Clem told you
to do anything.

You know,
that night they arrested me,

they made me look
in the freezer.

It was a torso,

and, uh, the two arms
and two legs,

and the head
and the hands were missing.

But Clem didn't just cut
the guy up.

He carved him up, too.

What do you mean?
The dead guy--

his biceps and butt cheeks
were missing.

His biceps and butt cheeks
were missing?

But they have to be in that bag
of meat that Clem gave me,

okay, them and the head
and the hands, all ground up.

Please. I just want to go home
to Kelly-Lynn.

I just want to help
with the pregnancy.

You have to find Clem.

Yeah. Look at those priors.

She's not the one
we're looking for.

Hey!
Print that for me,
would you?

I was just
in the neighborhood.

You want something.
Mel...

Can't a guy living
in his ex-wife's pool house

pay her new wife a visit
without wanting something?

I mean, please.
If you didn't,

you wouldn't be holding a bag

of what I assume are pastelitos
from my favorite bakery.

Alright.
I caught a new case.
Mm.

Marcus Abernathy--
he's accused--

Oh, yeah. Turning some John Doe
into plant food.

Yes.
Yeah. Not my case.

Can't help you.
Okay.

Well, even if it isn't
your case,

you could give me a wee peek
at the case file.

I got a lead on a new suspect
I like for it--

Clem Crayshaw.

I just-- I want to know
if he's on your radar.

That's all I want to know.

Uh...

meet me outside
in 10 minutes.

I'll bring you the files.
Really?

No. Idiot.
Ah.

Also, the house.
Stop leaving the seat up.

You live with three women.

Three, RJ.

Kelly-Lynn?

It's, uh, Aloysius Aiken.

I believe Marcus' public
defender told you to expect me.

So, um,
Marcus' attorney said

that you were friends
with Marcus' dad or something?

Yeah, Waylon.

Yeah. Me and him,
uh, did a stretch together

at Zephyrhills Correctional
about 20 years ago.

You know,
Waylon took me under his wing,

helped me understand
what it took to survive.

Taught you how to make shivs
and stuff like that?

No. Um, the opposite.

You know, he taught me
how to keep a low profile,

avoid confrontations.

If it weren't for old Waylon,

a, uh, decent
and thoughtful man,

despite his penchant
for cloning credit cards,

ain't no way
I'd have made it through.

Marcus never really talked
about him.

Yeah, well,
Marcus never got to know him.

Yeah, Waylon was already serving
his sentence

when Marcus was born.

Then, a couple of years later,

Waylon was diagnosed
with leukemia.

Yeah, before he died
in the infirmary,

he made me promise
to, uh, keep an eye on his boy,

make sure he didn't wind up
where we had.

How's that going?

Well, um...

you need anything else,

let me know.

Darla Simms?

Hi.
Uh, my name's R.J. Decker.

I'm a private investigator.

I was hoping I could ask you,
uh, a few questions

about your ex-husband,
Clem Crayshaw.

Can you come back at 5:00?

That's when I close.

I'll answer any question
you like.

I mean, is there any reason
why we can't talk right now?

I'm at work.

When I'm at work,
talk is for customers.

No. [ Laughs ] No.

Clem is a crook and a so-so lay,

but no way could he kill anyone,
let alone cut him in pieces.

Ah!

Well, there is
a John Doe in the morgue

that might say otherwise.

Frame-up.

Frame-up?
It has to be.

The Clem I know
wouldn't hurt a fly.

Uh, I take that back.

He must have hurt flies
with all the damn flytraps.

Okay, so you knew about them?
Sure.

Did you-- you know
he was a poacher?

I even went on
a few expeditions with him

and his pal Gary
to North Carolina.

Sorry. Who's Gary?

Is Gary a business partner?
Drinking buddy.

He has that flower shop
on Cordova, Gary's Flowers.

He would help Clem keep
the little buggers alive,

drive back to Fort Lauderdale.

Have you heard from Clem
lately?

Last time
was about a year ago.

I texted him that he was late
on an alimony payment

and he replies with this.

Oh. He mooned you.

Okay.

What are these?
Are these tattoos?

Clem is a big Doors fan.

The one on the left cheek's
supposed to be Jim Morrison.

I see that, yes.

And on the right you got
most of the lyrics to "The End."

Ah.
I didn't think it was funny,
but he sure did.

Does Clem have
any other tattoos?

Hey.
Hey. Wish...

we got a problem.

Ah! Is that someone's rear
you're showing me?

Yeah.
It's the rear of the guy...

...Marcus was working for,
Clem Crayshaw--

the one he said
had to be the real killer.

Look at the tattoo.

"The End."

Oh, that's pretty good.

Actually, it's bad.

According to his ex-wife,

the only other tattoos he had
were on his arms--

stick of dynamite on each bicep.

So?
So the body the police
found in the freezer--

it wasn't just missing
its head and hands.

It was missing its butt
and biceps, too.

'Cause if I'm right,

it's cause the killer
wanted to get rid of

all of John Doe's
identifying features.

Teeth, fingerprints,
and tattoos.

I don't think Clem put
the body in the freezer.

I think Clem was the body
in the freezer.

Marcus told you this Clem guy
had to be the killer.

Finding him was how
you were gonna clear Marcus

of John Doe's murder.

But if Clem is John Doe

who the hell was sending
instructions to Marcus

over Snapchat?

Well,
you're assuming somebody was.

Wish, this case--
it's not about a payday for me.

You know that I want to do
right by you

as badly as you want to do right
by Waylon.

But?
But...

You sure Marcus
couldn't have done this?

Hell, you met him.
What do you think?

Look. Hear me out.

Marcus found out
he was having a baby.

Maybe he realized
he needed to make more money.

So what, he kills his boss to
take over his flytrap business?

Uh-huh.

No. Unh-unh.

Marcus didn't do this.

You stay the course,
find a way to figure it out.

But if the police don't already
know Clem is John Doe,

they're gonna know soon,

and they're gonna turn up
the heat on Marcus.

Well, then, you're gonna have
to work fast now, won't you?

Okay.

Morning.
Shoot.

Sorry.

I tried your office.
It wasn't open yet.

So you figured you'd wait
out here like a stalker?

I thought seeing me
in a parking garage

might bring back
some pleasant memories.

What do you want?

Well, I have a new client--
Marcus Abernathy.

the police and the D.A.'s office
like him for murder. I don't.

So?
So the district attorney's
a political ally of your dad's.

I repeat-- So?

Listen. I'm flying
a little blind here, okay?

I want to know if the police
have anything on Marcus

other than him being
in the vicinity of the body?

I want to know if they looked at
any other suspects.

So you want me to flex
a little Ochoa muscle,

find out what the D.A.'s
office knows that you don't?

Mm-hmm.

So this is how we square things
between us--

me doing you favors

so you can make your
50 bucks an hour plus expenses?

Or yeah.

Or, you know, you could go
to prison for 18 months.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

What's your client's name?

Kelly-Lynn: Knock, knock.

I just wanted to come

and say thanks for coming
to see me yesterday.

Brownies.

Homemade.

Wha--

Well, aren't you sweet!
Oh, please.

Mm. For all you're doing...

it isn't enough.

Oh.

I can't believe
that Marcus never told me

that he knew an honest-
to-goodness lottery winner.

I did, um,
Google you after you left.

Saw your whole story.
Oh.

No. I-I confess,
I will never understand

how so much good fortune landed
on someone like me.

But the Lord, like the Florida
State Lottery Commission,

works in mysterious w...

Like I said...

the brownies aren't enough.

No. No, no. No, ma'am.
Unh-unh.

Nope, nope, nope.

Tell me that you don't like
what you see.

All I see-- All I saw
was a woman carrying a child

of a young man
who I care about like family.

I'm not pregnant.

I just told Marcus that
to kick his butt into high gear,

get him making some real money.

Do you ever occur to you
that if you hadn't,

then maybe
he wouldn't have taken the job

that ended up landing him
in jail?

Clothes back on.

I will scream.

I know
that you care about Marcus,

but he's a terrible provider.

He promised me two years ago
that we would move to Nashville.

And now every time it comes up,
it's just,

"Oh. Sorry, babe.
Can't afford it."

And last month,
when my car got impounded

and I said that I needed it back
like yesterday,

"Oh. Sorry, babe.
Can't afford it."

Okay, so-- so that--
that's why you're here--

because you think
I got real money?

No. It's because
you're so good-looking.

If you're gonna get Marcus
out of jail, do it fast.

We got bills piling up.

Hey, how much
for one of these?

Big ones are $50.
Small ones are $30.

You know, it's funny.

I-I didn't know flytraps
were native to Florida.

They're not.

Oh. Let me guess.

You have a guy.
Uh, something like that.

Is his name Clem Crayshaw,
by any chance?

Hi. I'm RJ Decker.
I'm a private investigator.

Probably should have started
with that.

You're Gary, correct?

I got your name
from, uh, Clem's ex-wife, Darla.

Am I in some sort of trouble?

Well, Gary, that depends.

Uh, you didn't happen
to chop Clem's head off

so you could steal
all his flytraps, did you?

You really think that body
they found was Clem's?

I do.
Aw.

Ah...

You know those flytraps
in there?

Clem didn't charge me for them.

He would just come in sometimes
and-- and leave a few.

And as far as killing him
for more?

No. No.

T-The ones inside,
they've been there for weeks.

They're not really big sellers.
Well...

It's something I don't get.

I mean, Clem had thousands
of them in his grow house--

Thousands. I mean,
there must be a market for them.

I don't know who Clem
sold his plants to.

I told him
I didn't want to know.

If what you're saying is true,
if Clem really is...

gone...

I'm not the one who did it.

Hello.

So, tell me,
what does a P.I. get up to

while other people are out there
doing his work for him?

Well,
this one's been looking up

people arrested for flytrap
poaching in North Carolina

to see if any of them
may have drifted south

to take over
Clem Crayshaw's business.

And?
Well, I'm hoping you had better
luck at the D.A.'s office.

Okay, I learned two things.

First, you are right.

The police do know John Doe
is Clem Crayshaw.

They were just waiting on DNA
to confirm it.

Second, Clem had
a brother-in-law, Brody Weller.

Last year, they got in a fight.
Brody beat Clem stupid.

Clem's sister-- Brody's
wife-- called the police.

But when they got there...

Clem declined to press charges.

Now, look. I don't have
your keen investigative mind,

but I'd say that's a pretty
good alternate suspect.

Wouldn't you?

Any idea where I can find him?

All I got was a work address.

But if you're gonna go there,

you should probably bring
some singles.

♪ Welcome to
the wild, wild West ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Blood, sweat,
gonna put you to the test ♪

♪ Yeah,
everything I do a flex ♪

♪ Come on,
drop down, hit the deck ♪

♪ I'm-a work it just a little ♪

♪ Hands up
when I blow the whistle ♪

♪ Ready, set ♪
♪ Go ♪

♪ Lemme see you flex ♪

You like what you see?

Sorry. What?

I said
do you like what you see?

For a hundred bucks, handsome,
he'll dance just for you.

Oh. Well, yeah, hey.
Good to know, good to know.

Uh, actually, no.

I'm looking for an old buddy
of mine, Brody Weller.

Don't tell me.

You two used to dance together.

Very good, very good.
Little place down in Orlando.

Yeah.
You're not looking
for more work, are you?

'Cause I could always use
another horse in my stable.

Uh, you know, sadly, I blew out
my, uh, knee years ago, so...

Well, take it from an expert.

You still got it
where it counts.

Whoa!

Oh, my goodness.

Uh... is Brody around
by any chance?

Oh, he's taking the stage
at this very moment.

Audience member:
Look at-- Yes!

If you're gonna stick around,

it's a $20 cover charge
and a two-drink minimum,

even for old buddies.
Okay.

Thank you.

Yes. What's up?

I get detective work
isn't cheap, but I'm...

looking at this tab I'm running,
and I had to ask,

are you really trying to expense
a pedicure?

One, yeah, I am.

Two, I'm kind of in the middle
of something.

Oh, what, a massage?

A little aromatherapy perhaps?
No. I'm--

I'm waiting to talk to
a new suspect--

Crayshaw's brother-in-law.

Doesn't get off work
for a few hours,

so I thought I'd take a peek
inside his car.

If he is the one
that chopped up Clem,

there might be blood evidence.

You planning on
getting inside his car

how exactly?

You really want to know?

Need I remind you,
you're on conditional release.

You get caught
breaking into a car,

they'll violate you
back to prison.

It's a good thing I'm not very
good at picking locks.

- Arj...
- Look. I knew when I got into
this line of work,

there might be
the occasional bend of the law.

This isn't a bend, okay?
T-This is a break,

as in breaking and entering.

Would you rather
Marcus go to prison instead?

Right. That's what I thought.
Okay, I got to go.

I'll call you
if I find something.

Okay. But l--
Ar-- Arj?

I did it!

Yeah, you did.

I don't get
why we don't just call the cops.

Oh, really, Stevie?

Well, I can think of
plenty of reasons,

like you having
more HGH in your locker

than, I don't know, a hundred
pharmacies, for example.

Listen. She's right, guys.

You don't need to call the cops.

I'm not a car thief.
I'm a private investigator.

Yeah, right, right.

And Ramon here--

Ramon's a real boxer.

I only came to ask Brody here

a few questions about his
brother-in-law, Clem.

Why the hell do you want
to talk about Clem?

Well, because he's dead.

Clem's dead?

I still can't believe
Clem's gone.

First Lacey, now him.

Who's Lacey?

My wife. Clem's sister.

She passed a few months ago.

Hodgkin's lymphoma.

I'm truly sorry about that.

You came here because
you thought maybe
I killed Clem, right?

Well, yeah. You did beat him up
pretty bad last year.

Once upon a time,
we were pals.

That all changed
after Lacey got diagnosed.

I wanted her to do every little
thing the doctors told her.

But Clem was so damn sure

that his stupid flytraps
were the answer.

Uh, I'm sorry.

How would Clem's flytraps
have helped with Lacey's cancer?

I don't get that.
You know who
he was selling them to, right?

I mean,
I assumed it was people

that collect exotic plants.

But, then, a buddy of his
made it sound like

that wouldn't explain
the volume of his crop.

So I-I don't know.

There's this holistic
medicine company,

Venusian Health.

They would buy Clem's
flytraps in bulk,

and, then, I don't know,
grind them up or something,

sell what's left as an extract.

Here in the U.S.,

they're allowed to promote it
as an immunity modulator.

But that's only because
that's all the FDA will allow.

In other countries,
places with looser standards,

they're allowed to say
that it can do a whole lot more.

What, like treating cancer?
Something about how the extract

can eliminate abnormal cells
without harming the normal ones.

Clem didn't used to be
all holistic.

Over the years, the more
Venusian Health bought from him,

the more he started to buy
what they were selling.

The idea that flytrap extract

could help or even save people
like Lacey--

That's why I kicked him
out of our house that night.

I just couldn't listen to it
anymore.

Man, the thing is, though...

after Lacey passed,
Clem did a 180.

He said he was gonna do, like,
a deep dive

into all things
Venusian Health.

He tell you
what he meant by that?

No.

But last week,
he left me this voicemail.

Brody, I just--
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

All the false hope
I gave Lacey,

all the false hope
Venusian gave me--

I want you to know they're
not gonna get away with it.

I love you, brother.

Last Tuesday.

Is that important?

Well, as far
as I've been able to tell,

that's right around the last
time anyone saw Clem alive.

See that?

The school of fish...

Is that you, RJ, or does my wife
need to get her gun?

It's me.
No need for gunplay.

Eh, matter of opinion.

Hey.
Oh.

Oh, my God.
What happened to your face?

Oh, forget the face.
Why do you smell like stripper?

The answer to both questions
is it's complicated.

Uh... are you free
tomorrow morning?

Why?

Oh, he needs a favor.

I can smell that on him, too.

Actually, I'd be the one
doing the favor.

Uh, I may have a story for you
in The Herald--

a big one.

One thing
that never ceases to amaze me

is the number of people
who think the idea

of treating disease
with carnivorous plants

is just some passing "fad."

The fluid from unopened
monkey pitchers

has been used to treat
incontinence for centuries.

In Renaissance Italy,
the best...

...most effective aphrodisiac

was a cordial water
made from...

...Drosera rotundifolia.

Uh, do you need me
to spell that?

No, thanks.
I'll look it up.

Now, most in
the mainstream media

tend to look down their noses
at alternative medicine.

I commend
The Broward County Herald

for exploring what we do instead
of trying to tear it down.

Well, like I said
on the phone,

I guarantee
the piece I'm writing

isn't about the efficacy
of your product.

But I couldn't help noticing
that in other countries,

it's advertised
as treatment for cancer.

Here in the U.S.,

it's only ever described
as an immunity booster.
Mm.

Uh, my lawyers--
they're very good--

they'd probably tell me

I shouldn't even dignify
that question.

And they would definitely
tell me

it would be wrong to suggest

that the American FDA is deep
in the pocket of Big Pharma.

I think your
photographer is a little lost.

Hey, uh, not much for you
to see back there.
Oh, yeah.

Do you want to get one of me
near the logo?

Great.

Here?

Uh, that'd be great, yeah.

Yeah, that looks good.

Yeah, right there.
Good.

Hydrogen peroxide--

I don't suppose that's one of
your secret ingredients.

Why would it be?
Based on my research,

some homeopathic practitioners
say it can treat dementia

and enhance
immune-system function.

This despite the fact
that toxicity from the stuff

can lead to hemorrhagic
gastritis and organ rupture.

You're forgetting
mucosal blistering.

That's why
our hydrogen peroxide

is just to clean the floors
around here.

The, uh-- the flytraps
you use to make your extract--

They come from a grower
named Clem Crayshaw.

Is that right?

Uh, the name rings a bell,

but I'd have to go back
and check on that.

W-Why is he asking me
questions?

Clem Crayshaw
was murdered last week.

The police think he was killed
by a kid who worked for him,

but an anonymous source

left me with the impression
it might be someone else.

There was a break-in here
last week, yeah?

Your assistant called it in,

told the police
your computer was missing.

Then you showed up,
said it wasn't,

you just took it home
to do some work.

Point being?

Well, I just-- I don't know.

I just--
I can't help but wondering...

was it Clem that broke in here?

If it was,
did he take your computer?

And if he did...

what did he find?

I found rumors

that the approvals you received

to promote your extract
as a cancer treatment

in Belgium, Hungary,
and Portugal

could only have been the result
of bribes.

Okay...
If the rumors are true,

maybe there was some record of
those payoffs on your computer.

This interview's over.

But please...

don't forget what I said.

My lawyers are very good.

So is he our guy?

Oh, no doubt about it.

George, thanks for coming.

My pleasure, Detective Abreu.

But it's still Georganna.

So, you said in your e-mail
that you wanted

to talk about
the Marcus Abernathy case.

But if memory serves,
it isn't yours to discuss.

You got me, Georganna.

Or do you prefer A.D.A. Ballard?

Either will do.

The case is Detective Canty's.

But he and I spoke, and he
agreed you should hear what...

my associate has to tell you.

Why do I recognize that man?

Probably because your office
prosecuted him for assault

a couple of years ago.

So, if I'm following,
you believe

that Marcus Abernathy
is innocent.
Mm-hmm.

You think
the more likely perpetrator

is this man--
Remington Aubrey.

Like we said there's been rumors
of bribes in other countries.

Rumors don't tend
to mean much in a courtroom.

Look.

Give us some time to dig up
more evidence on Aubrey.

That's all we're asking.

Clem Crayshaw
was sending instructions

to Marcus over Snapchat.

Somehow, that correspondence
continued after he was dead.

If we're right, it's because
Aubrey took his phone

after he killed him.

He's the one who told Marcus

to feed the plants
that bag of Clem's remains.

If it hadn't have been for
the raid,

Aubrey would have kept
using Marcus

until every last bit of Clem
was gone.

Get a subpoena.

Search Aubrey's home,
search his business.

Who knows?
Maybe we find Clem's phone.

There's no point.

How could you look at all this
and say there's no point?

Because Marcus Abernathy
took a plea deal this morning.

He confessed to everything.

He's our killer.

It's alright, guys.

I had a long talk
with my lawyer.

Uh, this way, they...

take the death penalty
off the table.

No more murder charge.

Just...

aggravated manslaughter,

which is 30 years.

But-- But with good behavior,
I could be out in 20.

And you know I'm gonna be
well-behaved, Mr. Aiken.

You didn't do it, Marcus.

Yeah. I mean,
of course I didn't. But...

Come on, guys.

I got a good woman at home.

I got a kid on the way.

It's-- It's too much
to live for

to-- to take a chance
on a trial, right?

Hey.
I can get him a new lawyer,

tell them Marcus
changed his mind...

...he wants to plead not guilty.

Well, you can do that, man.

That won't make the confession
go away.

The D.A.'s office will still
be able to use it at trial.
Guys...

Hey.

I'm right here.

And I told you.

I'm okay.

It's all gonna be okay.

Do you guys know who's taking
care of the plants now?

What's that?

The flytraps.

Uh, I was thinking about them
yesterday.

Do you know if the police
are tending to them or--

Uh...

Well, I can--
I can look into that for you.

Yeah. Just make sure they're
not overfeeding the little guys.

I mean, last count,
there were 24,338 plants.

That works out to 10.2 pounds
of food per feeding,

one feeding per week.

Anything more
and you're going to lose a few.

And...

you work all--
all that math out yourself?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Huh.

The day Clem told me

he was gonna bring me
that bag of meat,

I, uh-- I had to tell him
more than once.

"10.2 pounds, Clem.
Nothing more."

And, uh-- Oh.

I guess it wasn't actually Clem.

It was the other guy.

But, uh, still,
I mean, he listened.

Next time I weighed the bag,
it was--

It was just right.

Did you know
the human head weighs 8 pounds?

Uh, "Jerry Maguire,"

the cute, little kid
with glasses, blond hair.

Remember him?

Uh, yeah.
I didn't see that one.

Hold on a second, huh?

Hmm. The average human head
actually weighs 11 pounds.

Oh. That's great. Well, next,
maybe you can tell us

the, uh, airspeed velocity
of an unladen swallow.

No, no, no, no.

If-- If you add up
all of Clem's body parts--

head, hands,
butt cheeks, biceps--

all of his missing parts,
it must weigh what,

20 pounds more?

Marcus just said the bag
that Aubrey left for him...

...weighed exactly 10.2 pounds.

If that was the case...

then where's the rest of Clem?

Why hasn't it turned up yet?

Hey...

How's the food here?

Hey.

As much fun as it was

to meet A.D.A. Ballard today,

do you know anyone else
that can get us a warrant

to search Remington Aubrey's
warehouse?

Why?

Pretty sure I know
how we can prove

he killed Clem Crayshaw.

Mr. Aubrey.

Detective Abreu.

I believe you already met
Mr. Decker.

Hello.

I was asked to be here
by 9:00.

It's almost 11:00.
Is it?

If a lack of common courtesy

isn't on the list of reasons
to defund you people,

it should be.

Uh, well, I'm not a cop.
I'm a P.I.

But if it makes you feel any
better, I am pretty defunded.

Reason we're late is my
colleagues needed a little time

to execute a search warrant
at your warehouse.

What could the police

possibly have been looking for
at my warehouse?

Uh...
the rest of Clem Crayshaw.

When you were using
his phone to pretend to be him,

Marcus Abernathy told you
that Clem's flytraps

could only take 10.2 pounds
of food per feeding.

Problem was, you had
at least twice that, didn't you?

Most of Clem
was found in his freezer.

A little more was in the bag

Marcus was holding
when he was arrested.

But some of Clem
was still out there.

And the question
was where and why?

Part of the why
was Marcus' insistence

on only feeding the plants
10.2 pounds of meat.

But I think the rest of it
had to do with

how damn hard it would have been

to get a human head
inside of a meat grinder.

Clem was my sole supplier
of Venus flytraps.

Why would I kill him?

Why would I hurt
my own business?

Probably because
he was about to hurt a lot more.

He stole your computer,
and there was something on it

that would have proven
your company isn't on the level.

So you killed him.

You ever heard of
piranha solution?

No? It's basically
sulfuric acid on crack.

I learned about this stuff
when I did time with a guy

that tried to use it to burn
through the top of a safe

he was breaking into.

Did he just say
he was an ex-convict?

This guy's plan
did not work out so well.

All he managed to do
was start a fire.

See, piranha solution
can be a little unpredictable

when it comes to metal.

But what it's really good at

almost 100% of the time

is turning bone and flesh
into soup.

Piranha solution
only has two ingredients.

One Mr. Decker
already mentioned--

sulfuric acid.

And the other
is hydrogen peroxide.

Yesterday, you said
you had a barrel of that stuff

to clean the floors.

But see this one here?
See this barrel here?

See where it's all
turned to the wall

and you can just make out
the S-U-L?

And that got me thinking,

what if it's filled with
sulfuric acid?

After you realized you couldn't
use Marcus and the flytraps

to get rid of a human skull,

you ordered both of these
barrels through your company.

You mix their contents
in the sink at your warehouse.

And, then,
in went Mr. Crayshaw's head.

Or was there some other reason

you didn't want me taking
pictures of it?

These are two partially
dissolved teeth CSU found

in the sink's drain trap
a little while ago.

And this...

is the bullet
for a nine-millimeter pistol.

You're the registered owner

of a nine-millimeter pistol,
aren't you?

Kelly-Lynn:
Got your message.

But if you asked me
to come here

because you're having
second thoughts

about us getting together--
I most assuredly am not.

Okay.
Then why am I here?

Our boy Marcus is about to be
released from jail.

Police finally realized
he isn't a killer.

You could have just said so
in your text.

Hey, hey.

How's my timing?

In the nick of, buddy.

You know
this goes on my bill, right?

Anything else?

Uh, yeah.
I'm throwing Marcus

a little welcome-home party
on the beach tonight.

The reason I wanted
to tell you in person

is because I wanted to make
sure you weren't there.

Well, the last time I checked,

this is America,
and I can go where I want.

Oh, it is. And you can.

Actually,
that's the other reason

why I wanted you to stop by.

My car?

You got it out of impound?

I paid.
A friend handled the transport.

You know,
the other day...

said you'd rather be living
in Nashville.

But you didn't say why.

My sister lives there.

It's not like we're close
or anything,

but she writes me sometimes
and makes it sound...

I don't know. Nice.

Go there.

Try to find nice.

Whatever
you're looking for right now,

it ain't here
in Fort Lauderdale.

It ain't with Marcus.

All I've been is bad to you.

Why are you being so good to me?

You remind me of someone.

I loved her, and yet...

had someone sent her off
to Nashville way back when--

Well, things would have ended up
better for the both of us.

Drive safe now.

Would you believe
this is my first

Glad-You're-Not-Going-
To-Prison-Party?

Well, knowing who your dad is, no.

No, I would not.

What happened to your eye?
This?

Misunderstanding.

You want a beer?
No.

No?
I'm not staying.

You're not staying?

I mostly just came to see
if we're even now.

You gave me a name.

You gave me one name--
one name.

Turned out the guy
didn't even do it.

What's your obsession with us
getting even?

What is that?
If we get even too fast,

there won't be any reason
for me to call you anymore.

No. I mean...

is that what you want?

Getting too close
to a family like mine

could earn you a return trip
to Apalachee.

Is that what you want?

I don't know what I want.

Not yet.

Well, then, for tonight,

it's probably best to just
celebrate what we've got--

in my case,
an 8:00 reservation to Takato.

You and the other dirtbags
have fun.