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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?