All language subtitles for RJ.Decker.S01E07

[R.J.] Previously on
R.J. Decker...

[horn honks]

[R.J.] Levi Brenner,
he just got out of Apalachee.

Well, if he comes looking
for me again, he ain't gonna
find me here. I'm going home.

-You want a tour. I can tell.
-Call it morbid curiosity.

When I tried to apologize
for what I said at your trial,
you didn't want to hear it.

If you think I don't know
it was under orders
from your father...

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

That house where
your pretty ex-wife lives,

with her pretty new wife and
their pretty little daughter?

Never come within miles of it.

I didn't break in.

-That's bull.
-I'm telling the truth.

[all] Three, two, one!

-Yay!
-[all cheer]

[newscaster] The playground
at Rosa Ramiro Elementary
reopened today,

welcoming students
for the first time

since Hurricane Martin
tore through the area
six months ago.

Florida State Senator
Victor Ochoa made
the playground's restoration

a key part of his broader
storm recovery initiative.

Recovery isn't about
bricks or budgets.

-It's about investing
in people. In hope.
-[phone rings]

[customer] Hey,
just a couple more things.

Yeah, and then I'm gonna go
to the lottery line.

Okay. Okay, bye.

[employee 1 on PA]
Customer assistance to Dairy.

Price check on aisle 217.

[employee 2
speaking indistinctly on PA]

[chattering]

Thanks for shopping
at Whitby's.

[R.J.] Sir?

Excuse me, sir?

I think you forgot
to pay for that.

Oh, sorry, dude.
Did I miss something?

[R.J.] Yeah. The whole cart.

Your friend in the lotto line,
she bagged them up

so it looked paid for
when you walked out.

Dude, how is this
any of your business?

My name is R.J. Decker.
Loss prevention detective.

That sounds made-up.

It's not made-up.
I'm under contract
with the Whitby's chain.

I blend in and I watch.
I make sure
nothing goes out unpaid.

So, you're a undercover
supermarket cop?

Most days, I'm a PI.

Produce inspector?

I'm a... [chuckles]

I'm a priv... You know what,
why don't we go back inside?

We'll sort this out quietly.
No cops.

Right. Yeah,
why wouldn't you call the cops?

Because cops mean reports.
And statements.

And a court date
six months from now

where I gotta wear a tie
and explain
shrinkflation to a judge.

I don't want that.
You don't want that.

Don't take the eggs, man.
You take the eggs,
I gotta chase you.

Please.

Oh, honey!
I haven't paid for those yet.

[♪ "Lost in the Supermarket"
playing]

There she goes.

[sighs]

I'll just pay for the eggs.

♪ I'm all lost
In the supermarket... ♪

-Another runner?
-Yep.

-Weak morals. But strong legs.
-This is true.

Now, leave everything here.
I'll put it back
on the shelf myself.

-Okay?
-Okay. Thanks, Arturo.

-Now smile.
You'll catch the next one.
-[chuckling]

♪ I can no longer
Shop happily ♪

♪ I came in here
For the special offer ♪

♪ A guaranteed personality ♪

♪ And it's not here ♪

♪ It disappeared ♪

[horn honks]

-Yeah?
-You forgot about dinner.

I forgot about dinner.

I waited 30 minutes.

That reservation wasn't
easy to get, even for me.

[R.J.] Long day.
Have a beer with me.

An apology beer. Please.

Coming right up.

[Emi scoffs]

-[R.J.] Here you go.
-So, what happened?

-Hmm?
-Grand theft avocado
at work today?

[chuckles] No. I was working
on the robbery
at Mel and Cath's house.

I thought that was your
old prison buddy, the guy
who robbed the armored truck.

Well, it turns out
he and his partner,
they had an alibi.

He says someone else
must be coming after us.

I think he might be
just messing with my head,

'cause I've been
at it a week now

and everything says
run-of-the-mill burglar to me.

A lot of work
for "run-of-the-mill."

Well, Mel's daughter, Sofia,
she's been having nightmares
since it happened.

So I figured, catch the guy,
we, uh, we both sleep better.

[Emi] Mmm.

Is this a suspect?

To be determined.

Yeah, a neighbor reported
seeing a suspicious man
in the neighborhood.

But she's the type who sees
a lot of suspicious men
in the neighborhood.

-[Emi] Yeah.
-So, who knows.

[sighs]

You look amazing, by the way.

I know.

Ugh, this tastes like hot yoga.

[laughs]

Yeah, it's the, uh,
it's the hops.

Buy better beer
at the supermarket tomorrow.

Hey. That's it?

Let me make it up to you,
the dinner. Please.

Good luck with your side quest.

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

Night crew never
tosses their boxes.

Who closed? Wait, let me guess.

Terry. Man works hard
all night making sure
none of this gets done.

[employee 1] Mmm.

[employee 2 grunts]

[machine whirring]

[cracking, squelching]

-[employee 2] What the hell?
-That didn't sound like boxes.

[groans] Uh... Um...

[panting]

[screams]

[indistinct police
radio chatter]

Hey.

I know you weren't
supposed to work today.

-That's okay.
-Thanks for coming in.

Yeah. What happened?

Heist. Not a smash-and-grab...

-Uh-huh.
-...an honest-to-goodness
coordinated op.

Clean entry and egress.

They got away with close
to ten grand in inventory.

Okay. That's a lot of cops
for a robbery, huh?

Well, the crew that did this,
they didn't just rob us.

They killed
one of our employees.

-[R.J.] What?
-Arturo Correa.

Arturo? The sweet old guy
that works at the front?
They killed him?

-85 years old.
Been with us for decades.
-[sighs deeply]

And get this, he was just
three weeks from retirement.

Yeah, I'm confused.
Why was he working at night?

Can't wax the floors
while the store's open.

Perps restrained him in
an office chair, killed him,

then threw his body
in the baler.

The baler? The thing
that crushes up the boxes?

Sara, the stock clerk,
found the body.

She worried that she killed him
when she turned the baler on.

But I told her
liver temp indicated

he'd been dead
for at least four hours prior.

How do you know all that?

I've heard a couple
of the CSU guys talking.

-Okay.
-Also, I watch Bones .

Of course.

There were ligature marks
on Arturo's neck.

Strong evidence
of strangulation
as cause of death.

ME still needs to confirm,
but bruising doesn't happen
postmortem.

-Sir, step away from the tape.
-Yeah, yeah, of course.

-I'm not gonna warn you again.
-[Gavin] My bad. Yeah.

Gavin. Just to be clear,
my fee structure changes

when a job goes from
loss prevention to homicide.

Oh.

You're not here to solve
the murder. You're here
to find my stolen inventory.

Oh.

[Gavin] Okay. So...
Watch what happens at 11:56.

[R.J.] Mmm.

So, I'm thinking EMP device.
Like in Ocean's Eleven .

An EMP device?
To rob a supermarket?

Well, Danny Ocean stole what?

A couple hundred mil?

Retail theft is
a hundred-billion-dollar
industry.

Okay. Well, let's assume
for a second this wasn't
the work of Danny Ocean.

The cameras can only be
shut down from the inside.

Pull up the backroom feeds.

[sighs]

-We talked about this.
-I know.

Cameras in the backroom.
We talked about
this day one. We--

I-I-I know, I know, but I've
been waiting for corporate
to approve the request,

and that takes time.

All right, well,
what about Arturo?

Maybe the guys who did this,
they coerced him,

he turned off the cameras?

First thing
the cops and I checked.

[R.J.] Yeah, I see.

All right, pull up all
the feeds, the-the sales floor,
all of them.

Pull them up for me.

-May I?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[R.J. inhales deeply]

There. Watch the bottom shelf
on the left there.

You said the police didn't find
any evidence of a break-in.

That's 'cause it
wasn't a break-in.
It was a breakout.

Okay, so he camps on the shelf
till closing,
kills the cameras,

then signals
his crew to roll in.

But they hit a snag.
They weren't alone.
And Arturo stumbles onto them.

Yeah, it's the tidy version.

I checked out
the electrical room.

Panels, breakers,
circuit boards everywhere.

This guy's
not finding the switch
to cut the power by accident.

You think it was an inside job?

Actually, I know it was.
Watch this.

[chuckles]

Mira , if I didn't know
a guy died last night,
I would post that.

Yeah, but watch.
Same time,
different part of the store.

See? Arturo hears the cans,
but he goes right on working.

Check his face.
It's the same look you give me

when I move the thermostat
by, like, one degree.

-Irritation.
-Yeah.

You think our victim
was the inside man?

I talked to
the guy that hired me.

Arturo was weeks away
from retirement.
But I dug deeper.

He was getting pushed out.

Arturo decided to stick it
to the store, and then
his partner stuck it to him.

Store closes at 10:00. 9:50.

-[Mel] Mmm.
-[R.J.] And then...

This was planned.
It was coordinated.

If Arturo was involved,
we need to talk to his family.

See who he's been
hanging out with lately.

The supermarket thinks
you're out looking for
their groceries,

but the truth is you're just
using that to glom
onto a murder investigation.

You know what?
I knew Arturo, okay?
I liked him.

He was always working hard,
always smiling.

Besides, we find the groceries,
we find the killer.

Here we go.

Uh, excuse me,
we're looking for
Arturo's daughter, Maria?

[in Spanish]

[in Spanish]

[in English] I don't speak
Spanish either.

[in Spanish]

[in English]
Don't mind Baltazar.
He's an old amargao .

Enjoys being difficult.

We're just looking for Maria.

She's inside. In the kitchen.

-[R.J.] Thank you.
-Thank you.

[R.J.] I hope you don't mind
me saying, but you don't seem
all that surprised

your dad might have
been involved in a robbery.

I'm not. Not exactly.

I just thought this part
of his life was in the past.

Your father had
a criminal history?

[Maria] No, not like you think.

He was an anti-Castro
dissident in Cuba.

He wasn't violent.

He wasn't about
arson or-or bombs.

He was about theft, sabotage.

Being a thorn
in Fidel Castro's side.

One time he hijacked
a government truck
full of TVs and radios

confiscated from families
labeled gusanos .

Uh, "gusanos" ? What's this?

Maggots.
It was what Castro called
anyone who opposed him.

And what...
Did he sell the electronics?

[Maria] He gave them back
to the families.

All of his mischief
was for Cuba and its people.

But by 1974,
he felt those walls closing in

and he was worried
that he would get disappeared.

So he came here.

But he always dreamt of
going back, but not until
Cuba was free again.

How'd he take the idea of
retiring from the supermarket?

Hated it.
[sighs] Exiles don't know
the meaning of slowing down.

We think that frustration
got him tangled up
with the wrong people.

They killed him
to get his cut of the profits.

Um...

Do you know
who these guys might be?

The taller one, no, but
the short one with the limp,

that's my father's
oldest friend, Baltazar.

Did you say "Baltazar"?

[mechanic] Those heels are
gonna put you on your ass, Em.
This ain't a runway.

I was in the neighborhood.

Why are you really here?

I'm here to talk about this.

Can I help you?

[Mel] Uh, Tony Cruz?

I'm Detective Abreu. This is
Mr. Decker. We're looking
for your father, Baltazar.

Is he home?

Yeah, uh... Hang on.
I'll just go get him.

Papi.

[window slides open]

[Tony in Spanish]

[Mel, in English]
Uh, Mr. Cruz. Everything okay?

[stammers] I don't know.
My dad just climbed out of
the window in the back.

[R.J.] Oh...

Ah, ah, ah!

-Go! Go, go, go, go, go.
-Okay, okay, okay.

[♪ "Low Rider" playing]

♪ All my friends
Know the low rider ♪

[scooter horn honks]

Senior citizen coming through!

-[honking continues]
-[Baltazar]
I got the right of way.

♪ The low rider
Is a little higher ♪

[R.J.] Baltazar. We just want
to ask you some questions.

-Ha!
-Sidewalk ends in about
a hundred yards.

You're really gonna take this
onto the streets?

'Cause I gotta say,
I do not like your chances.

[R.J.] All we wanna know
is where you were
between the hours of 10:00 p.m.

and 1:00 a.m. last night.
That's it.

Let me see.

Ah, yes. With your mother.

Was your mom hiding
behind a bunch of paper towels
on a shelf last night?

'Cause we know you were,
Mr. Cruz. We have video.

[speaks Spanish]

[in English] Deepfake.

Why'd you run from us, then?

Guess I'm allergic to fascists.

Funny. I'm allergic to guys
who kill their oldest friends

to take their share
of the proceeds from a heist.

Okay. I helped
Arturo rob the store,
but I did not kill him.

Okay. Who did, then?

El G2.

[both in Spanish]

[in English] "El je-dos" ?
What is this? Is this a gang?

Sort of. The G2,
Cuban Intelligence Service.

It's like, um,
their version of the CIA.

What do you mean, like spies?

Arturo was not murdered.
Arturo was assassinated.

[Baltazar] That's all of us.
[chuckling] It was
a three-man crew.

Arturo planned everything.

I hide, wait for
the store to close,
go back, uh, cut the power.

We load the truck.
Leave Arturo tied up.

Wait for the morning shift
to find him,

and make it look like
he's an innocent victim.

You were right about
Arturo not wanting to retire.

But the store, they say,
"Oh, you're old. Useless."

That's how the Cuban
government would do it,
decide for you. No.

You mean like when
you were dissidents?

Activistas. Fidel
promised freedom. Justice.

Instead we get fear. Misery.

The people who
had money, they left.
Arturo and I, we stayed.

Somebody had to fight.

One time...

One time, we even broke into
el Banco Nacional.

You robbed the bank?

Only to take what already
belonged to the people.

Por la patria.

"For the homeland."

Los militantes question us.
They beat us.
Gave me this stupid limp.

They could prove nothing.

But we knew eventually
it wouldn't matter
what they could prove.

Mm-hmm. So you fled. Came here.
You started over
here in America.

We resisted even here.
We helped others escape.

We rammed boats
to save the balseros .

But now, we're old.

The fight is different.

We work with other exiles
to send donations.

And what about the donations
you helped yourself
to at the store?

You did that. Where are those?

On a Caribbean cruise
to Havana.

Arturo was like...

was like family.

I yell at him for 50 years,

but kill him?

No.

Nunca. Era mi hermano.

It was the regime.

They are finally coming for us.

Give us the name
of the third member
of your crew.

The guy that helped you hide
behind the paper towels.

You think I'm some
crazy old man?
You think he killed Arturo?

Maybe we just wanna
make sure the G2,
they don't get him next.

[scoffs] El tercer hombre ?

He and I left together.
He never hurt Arturo.

The assassin, he must have
been just minutes behind.

Too late for us,
but not Arturo.

Mija , I need to send
a letter to Fidel. Ahora mismo.

[Mel] Sí.

-Dale, dale, dale.
-Muchas gracias.

[R.J.] A letter to Fidel?

That's an old Cuban expression.
It means he has to
use the bathroom.

-Hmm?
-[Mel] Mm-mmm.

-Oh.
-[Mel] Mm-hmm.

So, I don't think
he killed Arturo.

But all this spy and
assassin stuff, you buying it?

-I mean,
I believe he believes it.
-Yeah.

Mi abuela, she would
talk about the revolution.

When Castro took over,
neighbors turned on each other,
you know,

one accusation,
one word, gusano .

Armed militantes would drag you
from your home.

Executions,
they weren't just public,
they were televised.

Now, do I think
a spy killed Arturo
over powdered milk? No.

I still like el tercer hombre,
the third man.

Yeah, Baltazar
said they left together.

Yeah, he could have
circled back,

strangled Arturo
while he was still tied up.

Odds of getting
his name out of Baltazar?

I'll charge him with theft,
lean on him with jail time.

But if he really withstood
torture from the regime,
odds are probably zero.

[phone ringing, buzzing]

[sighs]

[clears throat]
Decker Investigations. Hello?

-[caller] Mr. Decker.
-Yeah?

[caller] I'm sorry
to call so early.

My name is Isabel.
I am a friend of Arturo's.

-We met at his house yesterday.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hi. Uh, the front yard.
I remember.
How can I help you?

[Isabel] His daughter told me
you're investigating
what happened.

She gave me your number.
I... I may have
information for you.

Mmm...

I usually go all the way
to Hialeah for a café con leche
this perfect.

Owner of a ventanita on
Calle Ocho may have let
his family recipe slip

after one too many
rum shots one night.

[Wish, R.J. chuckle]

So, you were saying
on the phone

you-you might know
something about
what happened to Arturo?

I sometimes help out
at an exile advocacy group.

[stammers] Is it the same one
Baltazar and Arturo belong to?

The last time we met,
I didn't mean to eavesdrop,

but sometimes old men
talk louder than they realize.

[R.J. chuckles]

A few weeks ago, I heard them
talking about un trabajito.

A-A "little job"?

-You speak Spanish?
-Muy poco . [chuckles]

Do you think they were
talking about
the Whitby's robbery?

At the time, I didn't know
what they meant.

-[R.J.] Mmm.
-But now, yes.

I heard them say they
wanted to bring in Danny,
Arturo's grandson, to help.

The boy has trouble in him,

criminal trouble, gang friends.

He's been
arrested for stealing.

A few months ago,
Arturo brought him to my
house to help with repairs.

Days later,
things were missing.

-And I just knew.
-[R.J. sighs deeply]

I told Arturo.

But he didn't wanna believe it.

And now Arturo is dead.

And according to Maria,
Danny disappeared yesterday.

What do you mean disappeared?

Maria told him Arturo had died
and he just left.

She thinks he's grieving but--

You think he may
actually be on the run

I mean, the street value of
what they stole is
worth just under 10K.

Do you really think
Danny would kill his own
abuelo to get his share?

Ay, mijo. I've seen
family turn on family for less.

Is there...
Is there something else?

I know finding Arturo's killer
is what matters,

but if you find Danny,

could you also look for
the things he took from me?

Of course.
Yeah, I'll do what I can.

Thank you, mijo.

[Mel] What do you got?

[officer] John Doe.
I spotted him during my regular
patrol of the bike path.

Thought he might have
fallen asleep. Then I saw
the wounds to his neck.

No wallet, no phone.
Probably stolen.

Thought about canvassing
the nursing home to see if
anyone's missing any residents.

Uh, no need. I can make the ID.

His name's Baltazar Cruz.

He was in
the station last night.

He even used our bathroom.

-His son, Tony,
bailed him out last night.
-[R.J. sighs]

They got into an argument.

Baltazar didn't like
being lectured, so he left.

Tony said he went
to the park sometimes
to clear his head.

Any cameras in the area?

None that caught
anything useful.

On the plus side, the ME did
pull skin from under his nails.

So Baltazar fought back.

We're running it through CODIS.
Any luck, we'll find a match.

You might want to run it
against Arturo's DNA too.

See if you get a familial hit.

I met with one of
Arturo's friends this morning.

She thinks his grandson, Danny,
might be our third man.

She told me he's been
in trouble with the law before

and that he took off right
after Arturo's body was found.

Baltazar thought
the stuff they stole
was already on its way to Cuba.

Maybe it wasn't. Maybe Danny
stashed it somewhere.

Now with Baltazar dead...

There's no one left
to split the take.

I'll put out an APB on Danny.

[♪ "Lágrimas Negras" playing]

[Emi] Papi.

The whole back patio.

At lunch hour, no less.

You know this isn't good
for Joaquín's business.

-I like the quiet.
-Mmm.

You wanted to see me because...

Actually, you set this meeting.

Only reason to visit Ray
at his shop is to summon me.

So tell me.

How can I help?

Ray wouldn't admit it,
but I know he broke into a home

owned by a Fort Lauderdale
homicide detective

and a journalist
for the Broward County Herald.

Just like I know you're the one
who asked him to do it.

Nothing to say?

Sorry.

I was just thinking about
my old friend, Ed Carter.

How he had a very honest
conversation with you.

Only to find out later,
you were wearing a wire.

You think
I would do that to you?

These days, mija ,
the things you do,
the company you keep,

none of it
makes much sense to me.

[Emi scoffs softly]

Explain that.

That journalist you mentioned,
Catherine Delacroix.

A few weeks ago,
it becomes apparent she's taken
an interest in our family.

She starts making calls.
Calls get made to me.

I find out that she
used to be married
to someone we both know.

Are you really gonna pretend
that you haven't been
in touch with R.J. Decker?

What we did to him--

Was for what he did to Lucas.

Lucas, who was
in the commission
of a crime that night.

Lucas, who threw
the first punch--

No one hurts an Ochoa
and gets away with it.

[in Spanish]

[in English] The night
Ray broke into the house...

Was he looking for something
or was it just to scare them?

How many years have I
protected you from the things
you don't wanna know?

Are you really asking me
to stop now?

Maybe I am.

Let's just say,

Ray won't be paying them
a second visit.

If you're thinking about
telling your new friend,

I wouldn't.

-You sound afraid.
-He has a temper, mija .

Just ask your brother.

The last thing I would want
is for things to...

escalate.

First my father, now Baltazar?

[R.J.] Mm-hmm.

-And you have no idea
who killed them?
-Specifically, no.

But we think
there's a good chance
it was the people or person

they were planning on
selling the goods to.

I can't believe those viejos
dragged my son
into their stupid plan.

You help me find him,

I can keep him safe
while the police get a handle
on what's going on.

He took his grandfather's death
very hard.

Danny fell into the wrong crowd
after his father died.

[sniffles]

He made bad choices.

But my father...

saw a bit of himself in Danny.

You know, he pulled him back.

He taught him the difference
between good trouble and bad.

When I told Danny
he was gone, he...

He couldn't even speak.

And he just drove off
in his grandfather's car.

He even forgot
to take his phone. [sighs]

So, Danny
left his phone behind?

I think it was the shock.

And you have no idea
where he might have gone?

I'm sorry.

May I?

Your dad's wearing
two hearing aids here

but I know CSU only
recovered one from the scene.

I'm not surprised, he was
always losing one or the other.

My ex-wife's grandmother,
she had the same problem,

but she had an app
to help her locate them.

My father's hearing aids
were trackable too.

He ever leave them in his car?

All the time.

Why?

[beeping]

If I'm right, your dad's car
is at the Starlight Sands Motel
in Florida City.

Does that... does that mean
anything to you?

If Danny went there,
I have no idea why.

[phone ringing, buzzing]

-Hey, what's up?
-Report just came back
from the lab.

The DNA under Baltazar's
fingernails isn't a match
for his grandson.

You're saying I just drove
all the way to Florida City
for no reason?

-[Mel] What?
-Nothing. Sorry.

Here's the crazy part.
The DNA is a match for DNA

from an unsolved homicide
back in '92.

-'92?
-[Mel] It was a Cuban defector.

Gave up intel on Cuban
operatives inside the US
in exchange for asylum.

Case went cold, but the FBI
always suspected the G2.

And get this, the murder weapon
was some kind of ligature.

-Same as Arturo and Baltazar.
-[Mel] Yeah, exactly.

[phone ringing, buzzing]

Oh, hey, I gotta go.
That's my friend at the FBI.

I gotta tell her there might
really be a Cuban spy
out there. Hey.

Are you the guy?
Come on, man. Are you him?

My name is R.J. Decker.
I'm a private investigator.

I'm here because I think
you might be in danger, Danny.

I know you helped your
grandfather and his friend
rob that grocery store.

They're dead.
I'm worried you could be next.

I heard about Baltazar
on the news.

How do I know you're not
the one who killed him
and mi abuelo?

You don't. But look, take this.
I'll stand here.

You call the cops.
They'll come get us both.

A minute ago, you said,
"Are you the guy?"
What did that mean?

Are you supposed to
meet someone here?

I, uh... [stammering]
I don't know his name.

Abuelo just told me
that if anything ever
happened to him,

I had to get this-this lockbox
he kept under his floorboards
in his room.

Bring it here, he said,
to this motel

and wait for someone
to come and pick it up.

He say why you
had to do all that?

He just said, "Por la patria."

"For the homeland."

This is gonna sound
kind of crazy,

but I think maybe it's why
him and Baltazar were killed.

Where's the box now, Danny?

-You didn't open it.
-I didn't think I should.
[chuckles]

Uh, Abuelo, back in the day,
he was like a...

I don't know, like,
a Robin Hood meets James Bond.

-He was a--
-A dissident. Yeah, I know.

The stories he told me,
the stuff he got up to.

It could be anything in there.

Microfilm or plans for some
nerve gas or tapes of Fidel
and the Russians, you know?

"Por la patria."
That's all I know.

Borrow your knife?

Well, it's very nice
your grandfather wanted
the Cuban people to have this,

but of all the things
I've heard are
in short supply there...

baseballs are not one of them.

I can't believe Abuelo
would do me like this, man.

Punk me or test me,
or whatever this
whole thing was.

Danny. Arturo, he was what?
He was 85 years old. Maybe...

Maybe he lost a step.
He got confused.

No, man. No... [chuckles]
He was...
he was sharp as a tack.

You-You-Your mom, she told me
how close you guys were.

Yeah, when I was,
uh, struggling...

and making bad decisions,
Abuelo, he didn't punish me.

He didn't even lecture.
He just... He gave me
jobs to do, you know?

A reason to show up
and do better.

I just... [sighs] I would have
done anything he asked.

Like rob a supermarket?

We didn't steal from that store
just for money.

It was for the people
struggling in Cuba.

Let's pretend for a second
this does matter.

Did Arturo ever say anything
about what was inside the box?

No, just that...
that he took it
from right under Fidel's nose

and that he didn't
want to return to Cuba
until its people were free.

No, I-I figured some friend
or some other dissident
would show up,

take it off my hands, but,
I mean, the only person
who showed up was you.

Yeah, but say some guy
was supposed to meet you.

He could have been
Arturo's age, older.

Maybe the reason he didn't show
is because he's been
gone for years.

So-So, what do we do now?

Well, we're going to
tell your mom you're safe.

Then you should
sleep here tonight.

There's a fold-out cot
in the storage closet.
I'll-I'll-I'll get it.

Tomorrow morning, we're
going to go to the police.

We're going to tell them
everything, including how you
helped rob that store.

Okay?

Yeah, I understand.

Danny.

Don't go disappearing
again, okay?

I won't. Abuelo raised me
better than that.

[♪ "Sweet Little Angel"
playing]

[phone ringing, buzzing]

Hey, Decker Investigations.

[caller] Mr. Decker, this is
Claire at Emi Ochoa's office.

She asked me to set a lunch
for the two of you
for tomorrow.

You're working pretty late,
aren't you, Claire?

[Claire] I am,
but she said it was important.

If 12:30 works for you,
I'll send you an address
in the morning.

Sure, you can pencil me in.

-[Claire] Thanks.
Have a good night.
-You too.

[Wish sighs]

[R.J.] How's our guest?

Well, he's out cold.

As soon as his head
hit the pillow,
that was all she wrote.

[R.J.] Yeah, he's had
a rough couple of days.

Yeah. Uh, you, um...

You're positive he's
not a serial strangler, right?

Oh, yeah. Like, 90%.

Let me ask you something.

Can you think of any reason
why the Cuban government

would kill two old guys
over a baseball?

Well, it's a fact
that Castro thought
he was a hell of a ballplayer.

He was not, but maybe he popped
that baby over a fence one time

'cause some scared pitcher
lobbed him a meatball.

Cubans want to put it
in a museum or something.

[sighs]

[smacks lips]

Do me a favor. Go stand
over there for me, please.

Okay.

All right, what you got?

All right.

[R.J.] Roll it back.

All right.

[Wish] The way it rolls,
that ball ain't regulation.

Guy that sits over there,
in the, uh,
Jimmy Buffett tribute band.

He works at an overnight
animal hospital, doesn't he?

Yeah, why?

[vet] I'm just saying, Wish,

a favor like this could be
repaid with a gig at the bar.

You know I've heard you
play before, right?

Yeah, man,
but we're so much better now.

Look, Jimmy himself
couldn't tell the difference

between his "Bama Breeze"
and ours.

-[clears throat]
-Pete, baseball talk now,
gig talk later.

All right.

Okay.

[beeps, whirs]

Oh.

Arj, is that
what I think it is?

[R.J.] A literal
baseball diamond.

It's like the song, man.
"Diamond as Big as the Ritz."

It's like Jimmy's here with us.

Well, if that thing's real,
that's got to be worth what?

Millions? Tens of millions?

Well, in the morning,
I'm gonna ask the person
who killed Arturo and Baltazar

because I know who it is now.

Hello, I'm back.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

This is my friend
Detective Abreu.

Please, it was so sweet of you
to bring me this
café con leche,

not to mention recovering
some of the items
Danny stole from me.

Well, actually, it's... it's
only one item. Uh, we have it
in another room. Follow me.

[gasps] Oh.

My grandfather didn't get to
bring much when he was
exiled, but he brought this.

He played for Equipo Cuba.

This...

This was from his last game.

It meant everything to him.

It's a great story.

Can I tell you another one?

Once upon a time,
there was a 25-karat diamond.

It was gifted to
the first lady of Cuba
almost 100 years ago.

In 1926, it was embedded
into the floor of the National
Capitol building in Havana.

In the '40s,
it was replaced with a replica.

The real stone is, at least,
according to the government,

locked away
in Cuba's Central Bank.

Mmm. Now, imagine
if two anti-Castro
troublemakers,

guys like your pals
Arturo and Baltazar,

managed to steal it
in the 1970s and disappeared.

The regime would
never admit it, right?
It's too embarrassing.

But if a Cuban operative
in Florida infiltrated
an exile advocacy group

and overheard two guys
bragging about
robbing that bank,

Havana might put two and two
together and change
their spy's objective.

Get the diamond back.

[knocks on door]

Thank you.

Is that...
Is that my coffee cup?

Mm-hmm, it is. My friend here,
he didn't bring you
a café con leche to be nice.

He did it
so we could get your DNA.

Pretty sure it's gonna tie you
to Baltazar's murder

and the execution of a defector
back in '92.

You-You... You're both crazy.
I'm an old woman.

The other day, you told me you
overheard Baltazar and Arturo

planning the Whitby's heist,
right?

That part's probably true,
but you also saw
an opportunity.

Arturo would be tied up.
Cameras would be down.

You could walk in,
torture him, make him tell you
where the diamond was.

Maybe he told you
it was in the baseball.

Maybe it was Baltazar.

Either way, you made damn sure

it was on the list of things
you said Danny stole from you.

The list, by the way,
it's where you slipped up.

Nothing about Danny said
he killed his grandfather.
Nothing.

So, it made me wonder,
who put me on his trail
to begin with?

You.

Arturo and Baltazar were
gusanos who stole
what didn't belong to them.

The diamond belongs to Cuba,

paid for in blood
and revolution.

Oh, my God. Isabel Mora,
you have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be held against you
in a court of law.

[♪ mellow rock music playing]

[R.J.] Okay. So, good news.
I talked to my point person
at Whitby's.

They're not going to
press charges for the heist.

Seriously?

You are banned from
ever visiting another
Whitby's location,

but still, I think
it's a pretty good deal.

I just... I still can't believe
it was Isabel
out there killing people.

She was always so nice.

Yeah, she was my first spy,
double-oh-seven...ty-nine
years old.

[chuckles]

But I guess the good ones
are good actors.

I'm just... I'm glad
she didn't get
what she was after.

About that. [sighs]

According to the Feds,
the Cuban government
is officially denying

the diamond was ever stolen.

Yeah, they're still claiming
it's safe and sound
inside their vault in Havana.

I swear if-if Abuelo was here,
he'd laugh so hard at that.

It gets funnier.

The Cubans won't admit
the diamond was ever stolen
from them.

They can't claim it.

For now, the diamond's
locked up in evidence

until Isabel is prosecuted,
but when the dust settles...

[inhales, sighs heavily]

...there's a very good chance
that diamond
will be returned to you.

-What?
-It was your grandfather's.

You were the last one
in possession.

The hell am I
supposed to do with it?

If it were me,
I would sell it very publicly.

If the Cubans are gonna
send more spies, it won't be
you they're coming after.

You could buy yourself
and your mom

the future your grandfather
fought to make possible.

Or?

Or you could use the money
to honor his legacy.

Find new ways
to help the people
he was trying to help.

"Por la patria."

"Por la patria."

Excuse me, I have a reservation
under my friend's name,
Emi Ochoa,

but it doesn't look like
you guys are open yet.

They are open, Mr. Decker.

Just for us.

Pleasure to finally meet you.

[scoffs]

Emilia will not be joining us.

It wasn't her office
that set this meeting.
It was mine.

Yeah, kind of figured.

[Victor] I apologize
for the subterfuge,

but I thought it was time
you and I had a chat.

About?

I assumed it was obvious.

I'd like to know,

what exactly
are your intentions
towards my daughter?