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[R.J.] Previously on R.J. Decker…

You wanted to see me?

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

I don't need some pretend PI looking
over my shoulder,

let alone one flopping in my pool house.

[Wish] Need I remind you,
you're on conditional release.

You get caught breaking into a car,
they'll violate you back to prison.

-I was just in the neighborhood--
-You want something.

Where would the FLPD be
without the help of low-rent PIs?

Well, technically I'm a no-rent PI.

[♪ suspenseful music plays]

[chattering on radio]

[parent 1]
None of the neighbors saw anything?

2:00 a.m. You're lucky the car alarm
woke you before it melted.

Molly wanted to get one of those
doorbell cameras last Christmas.

Might have been a good idea.

You sure you don't know
what this is all about?

I'm sorry, we have no idea.

[♪ upbeat music plays]

What do you mean,
your house rolled into a sinkhole?

Uh, well, Officer Penmar, I mean exactly
that. I was actually home at the time.

If you've ever wondered
what the spin cycle feels like, it hurts.

Well, under "reason for
parolee's change of address,"

we'll just write "act of God."

Yes. Oh, my new address for now.

-This is your ex-wife's place, right?
-Mm-hmm, her and her wife's.

-"Detective Mel Abreu, FLPD." A cop?
-[smacks lips] Yep.

-And Sofia, age 11, is…
-Mel's daughter.

Y'all need to go on Family Feud.

Okay. So, they excited to meet me
tomorrow night?

I mean, who wouldn't be excited
to meet their houseguest's parole officer?

Well, here in Florida,
it is "conditional release officer."

-Right.
-And you're the one

-who decided to change their address.
-That's true.

A home visit is just procedure.

Hey, you! Off of the dolphin!

This is a golf course, not a jungle gym!

So this place, it's, uh…

it's all yours now, huh?

[sighs] Yeah.
Divorce is final as of a week ago.

-He got the boat, and I got this headache.
-[laughs]

So, how's your side hustle going?

Well, Decker Investigations is not
a hustle, side or otherwise.

I even got a website.

Take a look.

[exhales]

"Covert surveillance," "asset recovery,"
and "wrongful death investigations."

[sighs] This is where I remind you

that you're required to avoid contact
with criminals.

If you don't keep your nose clean,
you're going right back to Apalachee.

Cleanest in Fort Laud, I promise.

Are you sure it wouldn't be easier
if I just gave you a job here?

You could be, I don't know,
my snow-cone guy.

That is tempting.

Actually, I'm supposed to meet
some clients in 30 minutes,

-so if we're done here…
-Yeah.

Thank you.

-Uh, R.J.!
-Yeah?

Behave yourself.

[♪ "Thanks to You" playing]

♪ Thanks to you
I feel like a man without any plan… ♪

[exhales] Uh, okay, Bryce, Molly,
forgive me, but "you can't hide" from who?

From Goose.
We're pretty sure it was Goose.

This guy I dated a few times years ago.

His real name is Jared Tapp.

Everyone just called him Goose
'cause he loved Top Gun so much.

-He was also a big fan of meth.
-Ah.

But it was a long time ago.
It's not your fault.

Uh, yeah, Goose has been in and out
of prison, in and out of rehab.

Every couple of years,
he shows up wanting something.

Hmm.

The other night after the cops left,
back in the house, I found this.

[R.J.]
"Your past is coming back to haunt you.

10K under the green bench
at Loggerhead Park tomorrow by noon.

Or next time I light up your house."

And the reason you didn't wanna take this
to the police is…

Goose has a cousin who's a cop.

He's made things go away for Goose before.

We were afraid if we told them…

Yeah, no, I get it. I get it. I get it.

Um, and I think I-I know what to do.
[inhales sharply]

Can you get the 10K together before noon?

Yeah, but the whole reason
we came to you was so we wouldn't…

No, I… I'm not recommending you pay him.
Well, I am. But only temporarily.

I'm gonna put the money under the bench,

and then I'll watch from a distance
until he comes for it.

I'll take pictures
we can take to the police.

It won't matter who Goose's cousin is
if we have photographic evidence.

That sound like a plan?

[camera shutter clicking]

Ugh. You know, this is like finding out
about Santa Claus.

-It's devastating, honestly.
-[R.J.] What are you talking about?

Learning your job is this boring
hurts my soul.

Well, I didn't invite you, remember?
You asked to come.

Yeah, 'cause I assumed that
a stakeout would be awesome,

-not a damn, I don't know, sleep aid.
-[chuckles]

How'd it go with your CRO today?

Still not such a fan
of the whole, uh, PI thing.

She offered me a job making snow cones.

Benefits?

[stammers] You tell me it's not more
exciting than what we're doing right now.

[chuckling] Come on.

-You got eyes on the target?
-[R.J.] Yeah, it could be Goose.

He's headed straight for the money.

-What, the guy in the dorky hat?
-Yep.

What is that, a bandage on his hand?

Yeah, could be from that flamethrower
you mentioned.

Hey, wait. Where you going?

I don't have his face.
I need a better look.

-Hey--
-Stay here, watch the car.

[stammers]

Damn it.

[horns honking]

[tires screeching]

[driver shouts]

No!

Man, what the hell is wrong with you?

It's okay, Officer. I'm okay.

All right, roll over, show me your wrists.

Are you serious?

Come on. Let's go.

[sighs]

Nice.

Damn.

Thanks. Bye.

Say "never."

Uh…

-Never.
-Again.

[scoffs] Never.

-No, stupid. Say "never again."
-Right.

-Uh, never again.
-Uh-huh.

Uh, you know this is, like,
a terrible place to stab someone, right?

-You want the good news first or the bad?
-[clears throat, groans]

I take it the… [groans]

…good news is that the hot dog vendor's
not going to press charges?

The bad is you're about to buy him a
new cart and all the hot dogs you spilled.

[R.J. sighs]

-Done. And thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

If you're looking for missed calls
from your CRO, there shouldn't be any.

This went into the system
as an incident report and not an arrest.

-She wasn't notified.
-Thank you.

But it would make
an interesting story to tell

at dinner tomorrow night, don't you think?

It would, but if you don't,
there might be 100 hot dogs in it for you.

[chuckles]

-Get out.
-Okay.

[R.J.] What about this one here?
A little less blurry?

[Molly sighs]

I don't know. If it is Goose,

-he's a little thicker these days.
-[sighs] Yeah.

Then again, his weight was
always kind of yo-yoing up and down.

You know, when money's tight,
less meth, more carbs.

[chuckles]

Is that something on his hand,
or is that, like, a smudge?

Nah, it's a Band-Aid. It's really
the only identifiable feature I got.

I'm sorry. But if you want,
we can still take it to the police.

-We can share your suspicions.
-No. No, that's okay.

If I know Goose, this is over now.

I don't want to put Bryce
through any more craziness.

[smacks lips] Yesterday,
you made it sound like you and Goose,

you weren't all that serious.

Yeah, I try to give people
that impression,

especially in front of my husband.

-You two had a real history, huh?
-We were a thing for over a year.

This was before he put
the "career" in "career criminal."

But Bryce doesn't know it was serious,
so if you could not mention…

Thing is, I feel responsible
for the money you lost.

[Molly chuckles]

If you'll let me,
I'd like to try to get it back.

-How?
-You know where he lives?

Any old friends still in touch?

I mean, I may have
a few old numbers somewhere.

A couple buddies of his,
an aunt, an uncle.

But I'd be surprised if he's still
on speaking terms with any of them.

Send them to me.
I'll see if I can get a bead on him.

[chuckles]

-What?
-I learned my lesson, you know.

I really didn't need another reminder

that I made a huge mistake
a long time ago.

You ever have five minutes of your life
you'd do anything to have back?

-I know exactly what that's like.
-[chuckles]

Yeah, that's right, Miss Picquand.
It was your nephew's car I hit.

I was towing this Nissan Z. Repo job…

Well, it don't matter.
But there was this dog, eh?

I up and swerved and… [blows raspberry]

No, ma'am. No, no, no, ma'am.

No, I won't feel right
till I get a check in his hand.

-$1,400.
-[whispering] Hey. Just one more? Yeah?

[whispering] Okay, try to limit yourself
to 40 or 50, please. Thank you.

You say he's there most afternoons,
do you? All right. [chuckles]

Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.
I'll send him your love. Absolutely.

That was Remy Tremblay.

Big old tub from Cell Block D,
used to take my pudding cup at lunch.

What are you talking about?
That was my client's ex-boyfriend's aunt.

[sighs] No, the voice you were doing.

Remy. [imitating Remy] Wish, eh?

-I wish you'd give me that pudding.
-Chills. [chuckles]

-Yeah.
-The aunt tell you where to find Goose?

Yeah, he's staying with a buddy
at the Las Olas trailer parks.

This time of day,
he's pretty deep into a six-pack or three.

All right. So what's the plan?

You go over there
and ask him nicely for 10K?

Nicely, not so nicely.

I guess it depends how drunk he is.

There he is. Looks like I'm just in time.

I know you?

Yep, I'm the ghost of beer future.
I'm here from the year 2034.

Huh? No? You don't recognize me
from this morning?

The hot dogs, the running.

You know what? Forget it.
The sixer is a peace offering.

You give me the ten grand, I give you
the beer. No one calls the cops.

-We both go home happy. What do you say?
-Ten grand?

Yeah, Goose, ten grand. Ten grand. You
give it to me or you give it to the cops.

-That's up to you.
-You know what?

How about instead I just kick your ass?

Whoa! Whoa.

You have a prosthetic foot?

-Yeah.
-Since when? [sighs]

I don't know, a year ago.

I flipped my ATV
when I was out in Punta Gorda.

Are we gonna fight or not?

Not. Because I don't think you beat me
in a foot race this morning.

-Are you making fun of me?
-No, I'm not making fun of you.

But you're not getting my beer either.

Probably gonna need it
more than you anyway.

Hey!

All right, in position. In position.
Let's go. Let's go, let's go.

Denny, second. Hayden!

Move your butt.
You're playing third. Slide over.

Good. You got this.

Vince, lighten it up.
Let's get the good vibes going.

[Vince] All right, turn two.

This one's coming to you, Hayden.

There it is.

-Okay, boys. Let's go.
-[phone ringing]

-Mr. Decker. Hi.
-Hi. Uh…

Is now a good time for an update?

Yeah, we're at Henry's baseball game.
But it's fine. I just sat down.

So the person who made off with
your money this morning wasn't Goose.

What? Are you sure?

Wish I weren't. [sighs]

I don't understand. If it wasn't him…

We should talk. I-I wanna know
if there's anyone else that--

[Henry] Dad!

-Dad! Dad!
-What's the matter?

Henry?

Molly, what's going on?
What is it? What's wrong?

You okay?

I picked up my glove,
and all that fell out.

"You made me run. Your turn."

[crickets chirping]

Brooks, why don't we show Henry
where he's gonna be sleeping tonight.

-Thanks, Vince.
-You got it, buddy.

You're positive this wasn't Goose?

Even if he had both of his feet, he was
three sheets to the wind when I left him.

There's no way he could have gotten in

and out of that dugout
without someone noticing.

None of this is making any sense.

The note we got at the house said
our past was coming back to haunt us.

But if it wasn't Goose…

Well, look, first things first.

Do you feel safe here?
At least for tonight?

Yeah, we've known Vince and his wife
for years. And…

And Henry and Brooks were
on the same all-star teams.

And I can't think of a reason
that the person who's doing this

would think to look for us here.

Okay. [inhales sharply]

Well, good news. Whoever he is,
I think he may have screwed up tonight.

You see this?

I'm hoping that's blood.
The guy I chased today,

he had a bandage on his hand.

Maybe when he put the bullets in,
he left a little of himself behind.

Now, obviously I-I can't run DNA,
but if we did take it to the police--

I told you the other day
w-we're not going to the police.

Right, but that was
because of Goose's cousin.

And now that we know Goose isn't our guy--

-Well, do we?
-Sweetie, he just told us.

We know that the guy
that he was chasing wasn't Goose,

but maybe that was Goose's cousin.

Maybe they're working together. What then?

Well, Goose isn't the only one
with friends in the police department.

If you want, I can introduce you to--

No!

We did everything you told us
to do this morning. Everything.

And what happened?

The guy who did this spotted you.

And now $10,000 isn't enough,
he wants us to leave town too.

The message didn't say leave town,
it said run.

-Is there a difference?
-It's okay. He's right.

Today did not go as planned.

I'm sorry, I really am.

So I'm hoping you guys will let me
stay on and work for you free of charge.

At least until you two
and Henry feel safe.

We would appreciate that.

Is there anyone else you can think of
that would put you through all this?

[sighs] I mean, I teach kindergarten,
and he does people's taxes.

We're the family that gives out
king-size candy bars at Halloween.

I thought everyone liked us.

What about one of your clients?

Anyone ever get really angry
when they found out

how much they owed the government?

No one comes to mind.

But my partner's more
the face of the company,

so if someone had a problem,
they'd go to him.

Are you kidding? It's a dump.

I believe the listing calls it
"a fixer-upper's dream."

We can't show this to R.J.
It's worse than his old place,

and his old place is
upside down in a crater.

You are aware of the man's budget, yes?

He is paying us rent in babysitting
and day-old hot dogs.

This sudden interest in rehousing R.J.,

it wouldn't have anything to do with
the dinner we're hosting

for his conditional release officer
tonight, would it?

It wouldn't not have
anything to do with it. No.

"Sofia, meet the nice lady who collects
Uncle R.J.'s pee every few weeks

-to make sure he isn't doing drugs."
-Sweetie…

He was supposed to be here one week, okay?

And yes, he's a good guy. He means well.

I get it. Pero he's also…
[inhales sharply]

-[sighs]
-What?

A crap magnet.

He attracts trouble. Trouble attracts him.

It's only a matter of time
before he tracks some right in here.

[exclaims]

He hasn't always been that way.

Not when we were buddies at the Herald.
Not when we were married.

I mean, he took chances.
Most photographers do.

But he always knew where the lines were.
He didn't go looking for trouble.

I didn't say he goes looking for trouble.

-You said he finds it.
-Mm-hmm.

And you're right.

The thing is,
I worry sometimes it's a little my fault.

How?

When we separated, the problem
wasn't that we didn't love each other,

it's that we were only
ever supposed to be pals.

And so afterwards, we stayed pals.

But then once you and I got together,
I pulled back a little, and then a lot.

I mean, me and my ex getting beers,
watching the Marlins twice a week,

sort of a lot to explain
to my sexy new girlfriend.

But because I pulled back, I…

I wasn't there when things fell apart.

So really, if we think about it,
it's my fault he went to prison.

Okay, beating up that guy
who broke into his car,

-that isn't anybody's fault but his.
-Mm-hmm.

But it took him
a while to get to that place.

And I guess I wish
I'd been paying better attention.

-[sighs]
-Babe,

I am not asking to adopt him, I promise.

I just want to be more
there for him this time.

You'll still show him
the fixer-upper's dream?

Yeah.

[sighs] Okay.

[inhales sharply] Hmm.

Wow. You went full mystery wall.

Gotta be honest, I don't know
why they do that in the movies.

It's depressing, looking at
everything you don't know.

Did you sleep last night?

[sighs] I just… I need some more time.

But the dad, Bryce, he…
he came apart last night.

I was walking him out, he started talking
about moving his family to Santa Clara,

where he went to grad school.

Well, I can think of worse places
to start over.

Yeah, I know, but why should they?

Oh, I don't know.
A maniac with a grudge and a flamethrower?

I gotta go meet his business partner.

See if he can think of anyone
with a grudge and a flamethrower.

What's up? You need something?

Just want to make sure
that you're still on for dinner

with your special friend tonight?

Oh, yeah, I wouldn't miss it.

I mean, not without getting violated
back to prison.

[Catherine chuckles]

Gosh, Mr. Decker, I'm at a loss. We like
the people we work for, and they like us.

Hard to imagine anyone going after Bryce.

And you're sure you can't think of
anyone who might have gotten ticked

when they owed Uncle Sam
more than they were expecting?

Well, sure, but nobody who ever shot
the messenger

or "flamethrower-ed" him, you know.

You don't have any idea when
he'll be back to work, do you?

[chuckles] I'm sorry, I don't.

[sucks teeth] Well, save him, okay?
I-I love the guy.

And if I'm being honest,
I'm screwed if he doesn't come back soon.

He's the one who keeps this place humming.

He does, huh? Hmm.

That's funny. I noticed it was just
your name on the door,

and the sign, and the letterhead, the ads,
everything.

If I had a nickel for every time
I offered to make him partner…

He always just says
he doesn't need the credit.

Plus, you know, he'd have to be certified.

[smacks lips]

Sorry, are you saying Bryce isn't a CPA?

Really?

Last night, he told me he went
to grad school in Santa Clara.

-Did he?
-Yeah.

Huh.

Maybe he just never sat for the exam?

Maybe.
But if he's as good as you say he is,

then why would he go to grad school
without getting certified?

He really never mentioned
Santa Clara to you?

Sorry, no.

Uh, but you know us number crunchers.

Not always great
at the interpersonal stuff.

[Wish humming
"In the Hall of the Mountain King"]

All right, use the legs.
Use the legs. [groans]

All right. [clears throat]

[yelps]

You about scared
the bejesus out of me.

I'm sorry,
I-I needed a quiet place to work.

-I'm sorry.
-You're fine.

[exhales]

Something got you in a state.

Last night, Bryce Danner told me
he went to grad school in Santa Clara,

but I searched every school in the area.

There's no record of anyone
with that name.

Yeah, well, there's probably no record
of me attending Iron Tiger Tae Kwon Do,

but I did take six classes.

Broke a board and everything.

There were graduating notices
for a Bryce Cartman,

a Bryce Wachtel, and a Bryce Hempstead.

So I thought there
might be some clerical error.

Searched those names.
I found this. Come here.

What you got?

Uh, Bryce Wachtel,
stabbed in San Francisco, 2011.

Nearly died.

Yeah, police never found the perp.

They suspected it was due
to a business dispute

between Bryce Wachtel's business partner

and the Chinese Triad.

Well, that's very interesting, but I think
you have to help the Bryce you have

before you move on to another, no?

No, that's the thing.

They're the same guy.

The last 15 years, Bryce Wachtel has
been living under the name Bryce Danner.

So he let you and his wife think they
were being terrorized by an ex-boyfriend,

but if I'm following,
the more likely scenario is his--

It was someone who realized
he's on the run from the Triad.

Well, say something.

Can't believe I mentioned
Santa Clara last night.

I'm sorry.

I was scared. I am scared. I just… I--

Start from the beginning.
Tell me everything.

Fifteen years ago,
I was living in San Francisco.

I was doing tax work with a partner,
same as now.

One of our clients was
this chain of car washes.

They had an unusual corporate structure,

but they paid their bills,
paid their taxes.

Bryce, they were a Triad business.
You were helping them launder their money.

They were laundering their money.

We had no idea we were
in bed with the Triads.

I mean, we only ever met the guy
who, on paper, owned the car washes.

Then one day this Triad gangster
shows up at the office.

He's pissed off. He's… He's accusing us
of stealing almost a million dollars.

-Did you?
-No.

But when we looked at it,
the business had a hole in its books.

That money was disappearing
into a shell company:

Shadowblade Enterprises.

Josh and I had never even heard of it.

And believe me, a name that stupid,
we would have remembered.

I take it the guy that stabbed you,
he didn't believe you, right?

I'm 99.9% sure the guy who stabbed me
was embezzling the money himself.

And I might have been able to prove it
if he hadn't gotten himself killed

in some gang war
before I got out of the hospital.

I was there for a while.

-Liver transplant.
-Okay.

And after I got out,
Josh and I went on the run.

We moved out here,
helped each other create new identities.

I'm sorry, Josh lives in the area too?

Yeah.

And obviously he knows
your real name is Bryce Wachtel.

Trust me,
he is not the one doing this to us.

Would Molly agree?

Molly doesn't,
um, know about any of this.

She's never heard of
Josh or Bryce Wachtel.

Look, when she and I first met, I had
only been here for a couple of months.

And I was worried if I told her the truth,
I would lose her.

Bryce, I understand not wanting
to scare her back then, but now?

Letting her think that the guy
that lit your car on fire was her ex?

I did think it was him…

at first.

But then last night, whoever it is
didn't just put bullets in Henry's glove.

There was a thumb drive too.

It had all of my medical records
from San Francisco,

my surgery, my real name.
It was all there.

All right. Who has access
to these records?

Out here? Uh…

My GP. I told him a long time ago that
the name change was for business reasons.

It didn't bump him.

I have a copy at my office
and, uh… [inhales sharply]

…and Josh has one.

He was my emergency contact.

It was in case anything
went wrong with the transplant,

but I repeat,
he would never do this to us.

Josh is in as much danger
from the Triad as I am.

All right, two things:
You give me the thumb drive.

You tell Molly the truth.

I mean, she deserves to know
she has nothing to do with this.

Go ahead.

No, Brooks, come on.
You got to step towards your target, okay?

Is it okay to go back in there now?

Uh, yeah, I'd give them another minute.

So this is everything
that you have on the thumb drive?

Yeah, it's 22 pages
of Bryce's medical records.

There you go.

And this is helpful how?

Page 16.

[Catherine] Page 16.

-What am I missing?
-Coffee ring.

I mean,
maybe it was there whenever

whoever left the thumb drive
scanned the original.

So you go to Bryce's doctor
and his pal Josh

and see which one has a copy
with a coffee ring on the same page.

I'm hoping. Yeah.

Small detail. Last time I checked,
PIs don't have subpoena power,

so how are you gonna get
them to show you their copies?

Wish is gonna help me with
the doctor tomorrow,

but Josh, now living under the name
Sonny Tedesco, is gonna be a bit trickier.

Bryce didn't have a current address,
so I gotta dig one up.

[Mel] Hmm.

-Mmm.
-Mom, check it out!

-Mm-hmm?
-Uncle R.J. is teaching me

how to make cheesecake.

-Wow.
-He didn't even use a cookbook.

Well, you know, it sort of reminds me
of this famous prison recipe I know.

It doesn't have to be baked
or refrigerated,

so inmates can make it using
ingredients they find in the canteen.

I mean, cheesecake is cheesecake.
Am I right?

-[doorbell rings]
-[R.J.] Oh.

Ooh. Your date. I'll get it.

Sofia, it's… [chuckles] …not my date.

Not even close to my date.

Amazing. And that's when my father decided

that R.J. got him in the divorce.

[all chuckle]

Which reminds me, he texted us the other
day, asked how the house hunt was going.

Oh. Uh…

Well, poorly, if I'm being honest.

But that's mostly because
my not-a-side-hustle

-has been keeping me busy.
-Okay.

But I repeat, this is all just temporary.

You will be visiting me
somewhere new very soon.

Not that we're in any rush.

Thank you.

So, I mean, as long as he's around,

I think you ought to
make him cook more often.

-Yeah.
-[chuckles] Yeah.

[chuckling] Well, you know what?

I really do hate to dine and dash,
but I've gotta get back to the course.

-Should I walk you out?
-Actually, Mel, could you?

Mm-hmm.

I mean, you know, it's just a…
a paperwork thing.

It's not a paperwork thing.

Yeah. No. I… [chuckles]

I'm a detective. I, uh… I detected that.

I don't want to create problems,
but I couldn't help picking up

that you don't exactly
love him living here.

-I didn't say that.
-No, you did not.

But if that's how you feel, I just
want you to know that you can call me.

And you would…

I would tell R.J. that I think
he needs a different situation.

I want the best for
everyone that I supervise.

I'm rooting for all of 'em.

But successful reintegration
into society is complicated.

And it shouldn't cost others
their own happy home.

You decide you want him gone?

Gimme a call.

I'll be the bad guy,
and no one else would need to know.

-Call it a professional courtesy.
-[chuckles]

-Thank you. Thank you.
-Right.

-Good night.
-Good night.

How'd it go?

Well… [sighs]
…you win some, you lose some.

Your client's doctor was unwilling
to prescribe human growth hormone

to satisfy my curiosity on what
might grow when you take it.

Okay.

On the other hand…

Hey! [chuckles]
You got the file. Good work.

Yeah, little lady running the
records room had to abandon her station

when the toilet in the restroom
very mysteriously began to overflow.

-Is that not the copy you're looking for?
-No.

No coffee ring on Page 16.

Plus, every one of these pages is
marked "for internal use only."

They must have done that when
the doctor took Bryce on as a patient.

So, wherever the blackmailer
laid his hands on Bryce's records…

-Yeah, he didn't do it here.
-Okay.

-[phone ringing]
-Hey, Cath. What's up?

[Catherine] Hey. I was in our assignment
meeting at the Herald this morning

when a familiar
name popped up, Sonny Tedesco.

He's your client's old friend
from San Francisco, right?

Yeah. I mean, well,
Bryce thinks they were friends.

I'm not so sure he isn't
the blackmailer though.

Yeah, he isn't.

He was executed out in Sunrise this
morning, gunned down in his doorway.

What?

Whoever did it wrote the Chinese symbol
for "thief" on the house.

I thought you'd wanna
let your client know.

Looks like someone
brought the Triad to town.

[gasps]

[chuckling] Bryce. Geez, you scared me.

-Guys?
-[R.J. sighs]

[Bryce] Are you the one
that's been doing this, Alan?

Did you give Josh up to the Triad?

Who to the what, now?

Josh. My friend Josh!

Did you have him killed? Was it
some sort of a-a warning to me? Why?

Bryce, please…
[stammers] …I don't understand.

Bryce was keeping medical records
in the cabinet over there.

They're connected to everything
that's going on

between him and his family.

We came in here this morning to get them.
They're gone.

I don't understand. Medical records?

Bryce, buddy, this is crazy.
I would never do anything to hurt you.

[Bryce] You are the only one who's
in this office unaccompanied.

-What are you talking about?
-Bryce.

-No one else even has a key.
-Bryce, wait. Stop.

That-that doorjamb looks like
it was repaired pretty recently.

-So what?
-So was there a break-in in here?

If there had been, do you think
I wouldn't have mentioned it to you?

He's right. That's not from a break-in.
It was the firefighters.

Wait, what… what firefighters?

It was, like, a month ago when you
were up in DC for that conference.

Some kids got into
the storefront downstairs one night,

let off some fireworks as a prank.

When I got in in the morning,
there were firemen all over.

They forced their way in
to make sure no embers got in.

-Why didn't you tell me about that?
-I don't know. Why would I?

Uh, I-I called the handyman.
He fixed the jamb. That was it. Who cares?

If you don't believe me,
go downstairs and see for yourself.

[♪ suspenseful music plays]

[Bryce] These idiot kids could have
burned down the whole building.

I'm not so sure it was kids.

All this could have been staged as cover

for someone to get upstairs
and go through your files.

The guy who's been tormenting us.

If he was the one
that busted through the door,

there'd be no way to tell
after the firefighters came through.

Yeah, that's one possibility.

Is there another one?

What if the guy that was trying to get
upstairs was one of the firefighters?

Positions, positions.
All right, we got one down, play at first.

Here we go. Look alive, Brooks.

Charge it, charge it, charge it.
Play! Finish the play to first!

Yes! Thataway to be! Thataway to be!

[sighs] Dale,
do you mind taking over for a minute?

Everything all right?

Yeah, I just want to let you know,
Bryce and his family,

they won't be there
when you get home tonight.

You find the person
who's messing with him?

In a manner of speaking, yeah, I did.

How long you been a firefighter, Vince?

Yeah, I saw your T-shirt yesterday.

"Fort Lauderdale's Bravest."
Had the logo and everything.

You lit that car on fire the other night.

And later you came back with
the rest of your company to put it out.

All so you could walk through
the front door in a respirator,

leave the blackmail demand
without anyone noticing.

Hey, Denny, get your glove down.

Pulled the same trick so you could
get into Bryce's office a month ago.

Set off some fireworks,
so your company would get called in.

Obviously, that's when
you got his medical records.

Were you looking for him?

Did you already have an idea that
Bryce wasn't who he said he was?

Something about Bryce just never added up.

So what? You went looking for secrets?
You hit the mother lode?

See, what I don't understand,
what Bryce doesn't understand, is why.

Why?

He says you guys weren't close,
just pals through coaching, but this?

This is something you do
to someone you hate.

That a boy! [applauding]
That's what I'm talking about.

That right there, you see that?

Brooks is a natural shortstop.

Not an outfielder, shortstop. [chuckles]

Vince, are you saying you did all this so
Brooks could take over Henry's position?

-Is that what you're saying?
-Don't get me wrong, okay?

Henry, he's a huge talent,
but he could play anywhere.

Shortstop is for Brooks.

Do you know how early
kids get scouted these days?

And I don't mean pros.

I'm talking traveling teams,
sports academies, even some colleges.

The places that put you
on the path to the pros.

No way should Bryce get
to take that away from my son.

So what, you go and kill his ex-partner?

Yeah, that's right.
I know you didn't sic the Triad on him.

I know you killed him yourself.

The paint you used to
draw the symbol on his house

was the same paint used
on the Danners' garage.

The Danners were told to run.

Hell, I took them in so they could
hear me telling them, "Guys, I'd run."

But they had you in their ear
telling them that you'd help.

Maybe they needed to
see what could happen.

It's funny.

I wonder why you just didn't
take this all to the cops.

Oh, right. You can't.

'Cause you know
the first thing that I'd start doing

is talking about who Bryce really is.

Loud.

So loud, they'd hear it
all the way in San Francisco.

Denny, come on.
Don't be afraid of the ball.

It ain't gonna hop up and bite you.

God!

[Mel sighs]

I didn't mean to scare you,
but I have to tell you something.

If it's that you're moving out,
I promise my heart will go on.

No, it's not that.

So this firefighter,
you like him for the murder

out in Sunrise this morning,
but we even question him about it,

and he'll start screaming from the rafters

that your client has
a Triad bounty on his head?

Yeah, that's right.

That'll get him killed,
his wife, his kids.

-And yet…
-And yet he killed someone.

-Mm-hmm.
-Someone he barely knew for no reason.

If you were hoping I would know some way
to put this guy away and keep him quiet…

But you're right.

What this guy did can't stand.

I have a friend, ex-WITSEC.

She might have some ideas on
how to help the family--

No, no, no. They shouldn't have
to relocate. That's the thing.

That'd be like asking you
and Cath and Sofia to relocate.

[exhales]
And what they have, what you have…

no one should be able to take
that away from them. No one.

And yet, Triad.

Yeah.

Think about what it would
be like for your clients,

seeing those guys in your sleep
for the rest of your life.

How would you do any of
the things you want to do,

knowing they could be
around the next corner?

Yeah.

How would you do
the things you want to do?

Over here.

I'll admit I was surprised
to hear from you this morning.

Thought we said
all we had to say yesterday.

[chuckles]

Well, you know, I thought that
conversation was a little one-sided.

Plus, I wanted to show you these.
Take a seat.

[clears throat]

Oh, Jesus.

Yeah, crime scene photos.

Different guys in
different parts of the country,

all killed by Triad execution squads.

They are… [chuckles]
…a creative bunch, aren't they?

See these two?

They were killed in prison.
That's important, Vince.

-'Cause that's where you're going.
-[scoffs]

I thought I made myself
pretty clear yesterday.

I get arrested--

You tell the world Bryce Danner
is really Bryce Wachtel. I know.

Thing is, you do that,

your picture's going
to end up in here too.

[chuckles]

I'm not the one
they think stole a million bucks.

Oh, but you will be.

That's the other thing
I wanted to show you.

Take a look.

What the hell is Shadowblade Enterprises?

It's a company you've owned
for almost 15 years now,

the same company that stole
that million bucks from the Triad

back when Bryce and his old partner
were doing their books.

[chuckles] I've never even
set foot in San Francisco.

You have, Vince. You have.

At least according to these papers.

You have.

You really think I'm afraid
of a bunch of phony-ass papers?

You should be.

'Cause if there's one thing

this whole nightmare has made
Bryce very, very good at,

it's falsifying tax and legal documents.

Think about it.

All the stuff he had to whip up to
start a new life out here, all the forms.

My friend, she's a police detective,

she says this is some
of the best work she's ever seen.

Actually…

[smacks lips]
…she's sitting right over there.

You see, in a minute,
you're gonna walk over there,

and you're gonna confess to killing
Bryce's old partner in Sunrise yesterday.

Now you can say it was for…
reasons, whatever.

Anything but the truth,
because this is important, Vince.

You say one word about Bryce,

anything happens to him or his family,

a copy of these documents gets sent
to a lawyer in San Francisco,

a lawyer with serious ties to the Triad.

[scoffs]

[exhales]

-Turn around. Now.
-[sighs]

[♪ "Swamp Music" playing]

-Yes!
-[Bryce] Whoa!

Henry seems good.

Kids are resilient.

I'm the one that can't wrap
my head around it.

My third-base coach is a psychopath?

Man, could he run a good practice.

-[chuckling] Yeah.
-[chuckles]

-How's Molly doing?
-She's getting there.

She didn't love finding out
I hid all that stuff from her,

but you know she understands, mostly.

Speaking of, uh, wives,
where's your ex's better half?

Uh, I don't know. Good question.

Hey, everybody having a good time?

Oh, great time.

And yet here you are, away from the group.

Mm-hmm.

Want to talk about my offer?

I do, actually.

I wanted to say thanks but no thanks.

You sure?

Ah!

No.

But you know how they say
you can't pick your family?

I don't think you can unpick them either.

Yeah.

[all cheer]

[Mel] That's my girl! [cheering]

That's annoying.