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Previously on "RJ Decker"...

Levi Brenner--
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.

Three, two, one.

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.

Hey,
just a couple more things.

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

Okay.

Uh-huh. Bye.

Customer assistance-- dairy.

Price check on item...

All fresh produce
is 10% off today.

Take advantage
of today's discount...

Thanks for shopping
at Whitby's.

Sir?

Excuse me. Sir?

Think you forgot
to pay for that.

Oh, I'm s-sorry. Did--
Did I miss something?

Yeah, the whole cart.

Your friend in the lotto line,
she bagged them up

so it'd look paid-for
when you walked out.

Dude, how is this
any of your business?

My name is RJ 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 P.I.

Produce inspector?

No, man.

I'm a pri--

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?

'Cause cops need reports
and statements

and a court date
six months from now

where I got to 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 got to chase you.

Please.

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

There she goes.

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.

Oh,
leave everything here.

I'll put it back on
the shelf myself, okay?

- Okay, thanks, Arturo.
- Okay. Now smile.

You'll catch the next one.

♪ I can no longer shop
happily ♪

♪ I came in here
for the special offer ♪

♪ A guaranteed personality ♪

♪ And it's not here ♪

♪ It disappeared ♪

Yeah?

You forgot about dinner.

I forgot about dinner.

I waited 30 minutes.

That reservation
wasn't easy to get,

even for me.

Long day.
Have a beer with me.

An apology beer.

Please.

Coming right up.

Here you go.

So what happened?

Hm?

Grand theft... avocado
at work today?

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 burglary to me.

Lot of work
for run-of-the-mill.

Well,
Mel's daughter, Sofia,

she's been having nightmares
since it happened,

so I figure, catch the guy,
we, uh--

we both sleep better.

Mm.

Is this a suspect?

To be determined.

Yeah, neighbor reported
seeing a suspicious man

in the neighborhood,
but she's the type who sees

a lot of suspicious men
in the neighborhood...

- Yeah.
- ...so who knows?

You look amazing,
by the way.

I know.

Ugh,
this tastes like hot yoga.

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.
For dinner. Please.

Good luck
with your side quest.

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.

Mm.

- The hell?
- That doesn't sound like boxes.

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 10 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.

- What?
- Arturo Correa.

Arturo? The sweet old guy
that works at the front?

They killed him?
- 85 years old.

Been with us for decades.
And get this.

He was just three weeks
from retirement.

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 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.

M.E. still needs
to confirm, but...

...bruising doesn't happen
postmortem.

- Sir, step away from the tape.
- Yeah, yeah, of course not.

- Not gonna warn you again.
- My bad, yeah.

Gavin, just to be clear,
my, uh, fee structure changes

when the 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.

Okay, so watch
what happens at 11:56.

Mm.

So I'm thinking
EMP device,

like in
"Ocean's Eleven."

An EMP device?
To rob a supermarket?

Danny Ocean stole, what,
a couple hundred mil?

Retail theft is
a $100-billion 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.

We talked about this.
- Oh, I know.

Cameras in the back room, and
we talked about this day one.

I-I-I know, I know,
but I've been waiting

for corporate
to approve the request,

and that takes time.

Alright, 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.

Yeah, I see. Alright.

Pull up all the fees,
the sales floor, all of them.

Pull them up for me.

May I?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

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 break-out.

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 stumbled onto them.

Yeah,
that'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.

I mean, 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 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.
- Hmm.

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, 'scuse me.

We're looking for
Arturo's daughter, Maria?

I no speak Spanish, either.

Don't mind Baltazar.

He's an old amargao.
Enjoys being difficult.

- We're just looking for Maria.
- She's inside. In the kitchen.

Thank you.

I hope you don't mind
me saying,

but you don't seem
all that surprised

your dad might've 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?

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 did he sell
the electronics?

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.

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?

Those heels are gonna
put you on your ass, Em.

This ain't a runway.

I was in the neighborhood.

Why you really here?

I'm here to talk about this.

Can I help you?

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?

- Uh, Mr. Cruz, everything okay?
- I-I don't know.

My dad just climbed
out of the window in the back.

Oh.

Ah, ah.

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

♪ All my friends know
the lowrider ♪

Senior citizen coming through.

I got the right of way.

Baltazar, we just want to
ask you some questions.
Bah!

The sidewalk ends
in about 100 yards.

You really gonna
take this onto the streets?

'Cause I got to say,
I do not like your chances.

All we want to 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.

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 help Arturo rob the store,

but I did not kill him.

Okay. Who did, then?

El je-dos.

El je-dos? What is this?
Is this a gang?

Sort of. The G2.
Cuban intelligence service.

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

What do you mean?
Like spies?

Arturo was not murdered.

Arturo was assassinated.

That's all of us.
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 have 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 a bank?

Only to take what already
belonged to the people.

Por la patria.

"For the homeland."

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 ran boats
to save the balseros.

But now we are old.

The fight is different.

We work with other exiles
to send donations.

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.

Hermano.

It was that 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 want to
make sure the G2,

they don't get him next.

El tercer hombre?

He and I left together.

He never hurt Arturo.

The assassin,

he must've been
just minutes behind.

Too late for us
but not Arturo.

- Mija.
- Hm?

I need to send a letter
to Fidel.

Ahora mismo.

Sí.

A letter to Fidel?

Oh, that's an old
Cuban expression.

It means he has to use
the bathroom.

- Mm?
- Mnh-mnh.

- Mm.
- 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 militants 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.

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.

Decker Investigations.
Hello?

Mr. Decker.
Yeah.

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?

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.

So, you were saying
on the phone

y-you might know something
about what happened to Arturo.

I sometimes help out
at an exile advocacy group.

Oh, 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.

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

"A little job."

You speak Spanish?

Muy poco.

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

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

Mm.

...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.

I told Arturo,

but he didn't want to
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?

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.

What have you got?

- John Doe.
- Mm.

Spotted him during my regular
patrol of the bike path.

Thought he might've
fallen asleep,

but then I saw the wounds
to his neck.

No wallet. No phone.
Probably stolen.

Thought about canvassing
the nursing home,

see if anyone's missing
any residents.

Uh, no need.
I can make the I.D.

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.

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 M.E. did pull skin

from under his nails.

So Baltazar fought back.

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.

Papi.

The whole back patio.

At lunch hour, no less.

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

I like the quiet.

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.

Do 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.

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 RJ 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.

Es tan sencillo
como eso.

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 want to 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?

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.

He made bad choices.

But my father...

he 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.

He just drove off
in his grandfather's car.

He even forgot
to take his phone.

Sorry, Danny left
his phone behind?

I think it was the shock.

And you have no idea
where he might've 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?

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.

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 saying I just drove
all the way to Florida City

for no reason?

- What?
- Nothing. Sorry.

Here's the crazy part.

The DNA is a match for DNA

from an unsolved homicide
back in '92.

- '92?
- It was a Cuban defector.

Gave up Intel
on Cuban operatives

inside the U.S.
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.
- Yeah, exactly.

Oh, hey, I got to go.

That's my friend
at the FBI.

I got to tell her there might
really be a Cuban spy out there.

Hey.

Are you the guy?

Come on, man.
Are you him?

My name's RJ 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-- But take this.
I'll stand here.

You call the cops.
They 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-- I-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.

Abuelo, back in the day,
he was, like, a--

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

He was a, uh, dissident.

Yeah, I know.

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

could be anything
in there,

like 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.

Whatever
this whole thing was.

Danny.

Arturo-- he was what,
he was 85 years old?

Maybe he--
Maybe he lost a step.

He got confused.
No, man.

No.

He was--
He was sharp as a tack.

Y-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 gave me
jobs to do, you know?

A reason to show up
and do better.

I... 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 it returned to Cuba

until its people
were free.

I figured some friend or some
other dissident would show up,

take it off my hands,
but...

But the only person
who showed up was you.

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

He could've been Arturo's age.
Older.

Maybe the reason
he didn't show is

'cause he's been
gone for years.

So-- So, what
do we do now?

Well, we're gonna tell
your mom you're safe.

Then you should
sleep here tonight.

There's a fold-out cot
in the storage closet.

I-I'll-- I'll get it.

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

We're gonna 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.

Hey.
Decker Investigations.

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?

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.

Thanks.
Have a good night.

You too.

How's our guest?

Boy, he's out cold.

As soon as his head
hit the pillow,

that was all she wrote.

Yeah, he's had
a rough couple of days.

Yeah.
Um, you, uh...

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

Castro thought he was
a hell of a ball player

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.

Do me a favor.

Go stand over there
for me, please?

Okay.

Alright.
What you got?

Alright.

Roll it back.

Alright.

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

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

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

Yeah. Why?

Parrothead Pete:
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.

Pete, baseball talk now.

Gig talk later.

Okay.

Whoa.

Arj, is that
what I think it is?

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 gotta be worth,
what, millions?

Tens of millions?

Well, in the morning,
I'm gonna ask

the person who killed
Arturo and Baltazar.

'Cause 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.

We have it in another room.
Follow me?

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.

That's a great story.

Can I tell you
another one?

Once upon a time,
there was a 25-carat 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.

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.

Thank you.

Is that--
Is that my coffee?

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-- Y-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.

Or 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.

Okay, so,
good news.

Talked to my point person
at Whitby's.

They're not gonna 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.

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...

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 Abuelo was here,
he'd laugh so hard at that.

It gets funnier.

If 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...

...there's a very good chance

the diamond will be
returned to you.

What?
It was your grandfather's.

You were the last one
in possession.

What 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 doesn't look
like you guys are open yet.

They are open,
Mr. Decker.

Just for us.

Pleasure
to finally meet you.

Emilia will not
be joining us.

It wasn't her office
that set this meeting.

It was mine.

Yeah, kind of figured.

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?