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Previously on R .J. Decker. I'm Emmy Ochoa.

Lucas is my stepbrother.

And that's the man who almost killed him.

He's working on the robbery at Melon Casas.

Is this his best bet?

Getting too close to a family like mine could earn you a return trip to

Appalachia. Is that what you want?

I don't know what I want.

Pleasure to finally meet you. And I thought it was time you and I had a

About? What exactly are your intentions towards my daughter?

Are you sure I can't interest you in a drink?

No. I won't be staying long.

I asked you what your intentions are towards Emilia.

Still waiting for an answer.

Well, obviously we're going to get married, pop out a couple of kids, and

everything we can to make sure they don't turn out to be terminal

like the grandpa.

I think what you're really asking, Victor, may I call you Victor, is what

intentions towards you?

Am I coming for you because of what you and your family did to me two years ago?

Am I using Emmy to get back at you somehow?

The answer to both questions is no. Because the truth is, Victor, I know

going to blow your mind.

I haven't really thought about you much since I got out of Appalachia.

I do find that hard to believe.

So I'd like to make you an offer.

Stay away from my family.

And in exchange...

I'll see to it that your criminal record gets expunged.

Given your new profession, the risks you have to take for your clients.

Things like trespassing, invasion of privacy, to always be skating on such

ice. Not wise for a man on conditional release.

One false move, you can find yourself back in prison.

What if I don't want a single damn thing from you?

Oh, then you will definitely find yourself back in prison.

Your conditional release officer was Lucy Penmark, right?

What do you mean, was?

You're going to get notified soon that she's been reassigned.

You have a new CRO.

Someone who, with a single call from me, will violate you back to Appalachia.

Now, that look.

I imagine that's the look you gave my son Lucas right before you assaulted

Yeah, I imagine it was.

By all means, Mr. Decker, come at me.

See how that goes.

Think about my orphan.

Just don't think long.

See, that's me.

I'm that Florida man.

Hey, tell it.

Help me out here.

Florida man tries to claim beehive as passenger in HOV lane.

Free drink or no.

I mean, I respect the full tilt weariness, but all that driving can't be

for the bees, right?

I need to talk to you.

Hey, man, what is it?

You turn down Mr. State Senator's offer, you go back to prison.

You accept it, then boom, you got yourself a clean slate.

You ask me, partner, this one's easy.

Take the damn offer.

What he's doing is illegal. He's the one that should be going to prison. Right,

because politicians with money and power and zero scruples, they go to prison

all the time. Right. Yeah.

I don't understand what's going on. Are you mad at me? Damn straight I'm mad.

I mean, this whole thing you got going on with Emmy Ochoa, it's wrong. And you

know it's wrong.

And would you like to know how I know that you know it's wrong? Because if you

didn't, you'd have told me about it a long time ago.

You'd have told Catherine, Mel, somebody.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You play with fire now. I'm supposed to blame the matches because you got

burned?

You love her?

We haven't even been on a date.

That's not what I'm asking.

No.

She's my friend.

Well, then I repeat myself.

Accept the offer.

Because you were built for exactly 18 months in prison, RJ.

Not a day more, not a second.

Because when you see wrongs, you can't stop yourself from trying to right them.

That ain't sustainable in a place like Appalachia. It ain't survivable.

You get sent back off.

I don't believe you'll ever get out.

Mr. Decker? Hmm?

We can do this in the kitchen if you'd be more comfortable.

I'm good. Just a bit more of a bird guy myself.

I'm a goldfish, man.

My dad was a little different. Yeah. Like I was saying, his body was found

a week ago. He was dumped in a pile of green waste.

You know, leaves, branches, palm fronds.

Just off the service road by Seabrake Golf Club.

Did the police know where he was killed?

No. Just how.

Back of the head.

He used a blunt object, something heavy.

And Seabreak, that's out near Pompano, right? Yeah.

Unfortunately, Pompano PD is filling a little JV.

That's why I called you, actually.

You don't think they're on the right track?

They have asked about my dad's criminal record twice.

As if this has something to do with two stolen cars back in 1986.

And they're beating the wrong bushes.

He got out of Tomoka three years before I was born.

He did his time, and he learned his lesson. It is possible to make a mistake

come back from it, you know?

I do.

Terrence, I gotta ask, what's the deal with all the snakes?

These are Burmese pythons. Yeah.

After Hurricane Andrew, a bunch of them got loose in the Everglades. Now they

are everywhere.

I do mean everywhere.

They'll grow to be 20 feet.

Can crush and swallow gators, pets, even kids. Yeah, I heard about this. The

state's got its own bounty program, huh?

Mm -hmm. After he retired, Dad started working for some researchers, tagging

specimens, logging GPS data, mapping out breeding zones.

And, of course, every summer there's the Python Bounty Blitz. It's a 10 -day

contest, open registration, big prizes.

I think that maybe we'll get him killed. How so?

Winner takes home 50 grand.

And Dad won the last two years running.

This year he jumped out early again. He had three snakes on day one, topped the

leaderboard, and then he was gone.

Yeah, well, Terrence, people have killed for a lot less than $50 ,000.

That's why I was hoping you could talk to the people who are in the lead now

before the contest ends and they all, you know, slither away.

Snakes in the grass.

You can't move fast.

You'll be poisoned or be strangled to death.

They're things they bite deep.

You up there?

That's me in third.

Should be tied second.

Big Daddy on the hook this morning.

Come up, grab him by the ankle, and well, bye -bye shoe.

Wow, look at that. Glad he left the foot.

My name's R .J. Decker.

I wanted to talk to you about something. I wasn't so lucky.

Curtis Middleton?

He was my dude.

Yeah. Can you figure out what happened to him yet?

I think it might have something to do with this contest.

I'm trying to get a sense of where the people in the roundup were the night of

the murder.

Oh, no telling.

Who else do you think I should be talking to?

Where were you the night of the murder?

I was at night school.

Wrist deep in a dead raccoon.

I'm training to be a taxidermist. Anyone else can vouch you were there that

night? Suppose anyone at the bingo bar. You and Curtis.

You guys got along okay? Oh, we was peaches and cream.

So you were buddies then? We're talking about the guy with the hook for a hand.

I'm sorry.

Guess it's a different Curtis. Who else should I be talking to? Teddy Tran.

Teddy Tran. Teddy Tran.

Teddy Tran.

Why do you think your name's on the tip of everyone's tongue, Teddy?

Bro.

Envy. Yeah? Check the board. I'm up by four snakes.

Yeah. Guys start getting a little weird when there's big money on the line.

Yeah. That's my theory, too. But I'm working off the premise that Curtis

have been ahead of you on the leaderboard if someone hadn't have

You're not a cop. No, I'm not a cop.

Okay. I just want to know where you were the night of the murder.

I was alone.

Just like half the field.

I was out near Hillsborough Canal.

You know, it's pretty near Pompano where Curtis' body was found. Listen, man.

You're late to the party, all right?

I've already been cleared.

Yeah. Op and OPD glued me for three hours straight.

They hooked me up to a lie detector and everything.

When you passed?

Even when they tried to rattle me.

Showed me pictures of Curtis. I mean, it was messed up, man.

Seeing him like that, his head all caved in and his body all sandy.

Sandy? What do you mean, sandy?

He was down at the beach. I told him it didn't make no sense.

What do you mean?

Look, I don't know if he took the night off, but I thought he was on the beach,

bro.

Hey, I just tried to find you at your place.

I need to tell you something.

It's important.

Call me back.

A shot.

You must be Mr. Decker. Crystal said you were looking for me. I'm Jeff

Gillibrand, the GM here.

I'm... Happy to chat, but you really can't be out here in denim.

Well, I'm not teeing off. I'm investigating a murder.

Just our policy.

Okay.

What's your policy on moving dead bodies?

Curtis Middleton, your grounds crew, said they found him on a green waste

up the road.

That's right.

Well, I'm told there was a lot of sand stuck to his skin.

We're miles away from a beach, so, you know, weird.

Unless, of course, you found him in one of your sand traps.

Is that possible?

Look, all I want to know is where you really found him. It can be just between

us. I'm not going to go call the cops or anything like that.

Okay, look.

The morning the body turned up, my head groundskeeper called me in a panic. You

have to understand, we were about to host our biggest member guest of the

If we call in the police, the tournament would have been dead. And Curtis was

already dead, so really you were just averting another tragedy.

We didn't cover anything up. I just told him to find the body off

property. Right.

But yes, the man who was killed was originally in the bunker on 16.

When we found him, there were no footprints or any other, I don't know,

that anyone else had been here.

If there had been, we wouldn't have moved the body.

Very considerate.

I just mean there was nothing here that would have helped their investigation.

What?

I don't know, Jeff.

You know, generally, I think cops like to have the murder weapon.

Is that blood on that thing?

Yeah, hi. Can I talk to whoever's in charge of the Curtis Middleton

investigation, please?

Whoa, hey, hey. You said you weren't going to call the cops. Yeah, well, I

You moved the body, Jeff. You're kind of screwed.

Supposed to be my day off, Mel.

But I see. Though I'm so sorry that we got handed a huge break on a silver

platter. This murder weapon, you're sure it connects to the Van Allen homicide.

100%. Showed up on a golf course nearby.

Eight days we've been looking for that thing. Whoever found it, we're going to

get them.

Oh, hey. You here?

Found something you guys were looking for.

Thought you were up.

Ignore that.

Explain? Yeah, I was working a case down in Pompano. My client's father, Curtis

Middleton, got his head bashed in.

Pompano PD just didn't know it was.

We heard it was some kind of award.

Yeah, Realtor of the Year Award, engraved to a lady whose name I

the paper, the victim in your homicide, Fiona Van Allen.

So, one weapon, two murders. We're both looking for the same perp.

I showed you mine.

You want to show me yours?

That's Fiona Van Allen, 55.

She was beaten to death in her home around 10 p .m. last Tuesday.

Nice gated community.

Backs right up to the golf course where you found the murder weapon.

See, 16th hole is just over their back fence.

That's where the grounds crew at the club found my victim, Curtis, before

moved him to a green waste pile about a half a mile in that direction.

Pompano Beach, Fort Lauderdale.

Different police departments, and we all saw different cases.

Bodies were found on different days, and the M .O .s weren't a perfect match.

Blunt object was used on both victims, but ours, Ms. Van Allen, got the

end at least a dozen times. It was personal. The murder of your client's

was, more matter of fact, a single blow, one and done.

So did you guys land on a suspect?

Ms. Van Allen's husband.

Why? Because that was the husband.

We dug up plenty of actual reasons, too. We know he had opportunity and motive.

Orlando Van Allen, he goes by Lando, the total trophy husband, even took Fiona's

last name.

And now he's going to take everything else.

So he kills his wife. He flees the scene. He runs into poor Curtis

looking for pythons.

Curtis sees him holding the murder weapon. He gets praying for it. Except

that you told us exactly where you found that award, our theory is out the

window. There's no way Lando could have done this. The main reason we didn't put

Cuthon on night of is the absence of a murder weapon.

Now we never will because of the timeline.

Traffic cams and doorbell footage show Lando coming home at 10 .03 p .m. 10

he calls 911.

The neighborhood security guys are on the scene by 10 .06.

Our guys, 10 .08.

Okay.

So now we're saying he'd have to kill his wife, hop the fence, run 400 feet,

kill Curtis, get rid of the murder weapon, and make it back in time to open

door for the cops. All in under two minutes.

Yeah. Lando looks athletic, but unless he's Usain Bolt's angry cousin.

Okay. Okay.

Let's focus on the good news. Now that we can tell Lando he isn't our number

suspect, maybe his lawyers will actually let us talk to him.

I told you I didn't do it.

I mean, I know what it looked like, but seriously, I can't thank you enough,

man. I feel like I want to give you a hug right now. I'm sure Mr. Decker would

settle for you answering a few more questions about your wife. It may help

solve that second homicide we told you about.

Yeah, yeah, of course. I mean, I wanted to help from the beginning. It's just he

didn't want me talking while I was still a suspect.

Fiona had a showing that afternoon with another realtor. Her name's Denise

Halpern. I think she might have been the last person to see Fiona alive.

I've been thinking a lot about that question you asked me that night at the

house. Did anyone hate Fiona?

I just can't picture it. But some of her dad's family, there's money there.

Maybe some old grudges.

And I can get you all her online passwords, too.

Fiona and I, we didn't have any secrets.

You know, she had my info, I had hers. So emails, social media, anything you

need, man. Seriously, please, just...

Find out who did this.

You're working today?

Ma 'am, I don't work any day.

That's how it is when you do what you love.

The price is a little steep.

What if I just want to sit on the boat for 20 minutes, maybe drink one of your

beers?

You're talking about the Ochoa family special.

Where the hell have you been hiding, sis?

I've missed you too, Lucas.

This doesn't suck.

Careful.

I'm going to have to alert the palace if the princess starts revealing herself.

Shut up.

So you're going to tell me what Dad's done now, am I supposed to guess?

He had Ray break into a friend's home.

Frickin' Ray.

Has anyone heard?

It's time now.

I've decided I'm going to tell my friend the truth.

I just don't know how he's going to take it.

Are you vulnerable?

Criminally, no.

Personally?

Damn, do I not miss.

When was the last time you heard from Dad?

About a year.

And he tried to lure me back with some no -show job at one of his construction

sites.

Six figs.

Guess how long I considered it. Six seconds.

That would have been nice to pay off the boat.

Maybe get my ass back in the well.

But, nah.

He's just too toxic.

Speaking of paying off the boat, I gotta go pitch my way.

A word of advice for your friend when it comes to Victor Ochoa, the best thing

to do is to get away and to stay away.

Tell him you heard that from an expert.

Are you making a penny on my vodka?

You sound sad.

Yeah, Mel's going to kick me out before I can have any.

Nope, I didn't. We were invited with contingent on me making progress on our

murders, and I got nothing.

I thought she thought it was the husband.

He's suspiciously tan.

It turns out he couldn't have done it. Neither could the last person to see the

wife, the other realtor.

She was recovering from a facelift the night of the murder.

So I'm down to the wife's extended family, and I'm having trouble tracking

of them down.

Let me see.

What? Stir.

I know.

Get to work.

All right.

I can run some of these names at the Herald tomorrow, maybe get you some up

-date addresses.

Okay.

You're getting a call.

Oh.

You know, I cracked your uncrackable code a while ago now.

E -O -M -E -H -O -A.

Go ahead, take it. Fine.

Trouble in paradise?

We're home.

Hey.

Just recipes. Just some recipes. Dinner's in 20.

You shower.

Hustle. Hi, baby. Hi.

And you. I need you for a minute. Come on. Okay.

Stir.

Thanks to Lando, we got into Fiona's email.

Most of her inbox is just real estate contracts and spam. That woman never

learned how to unsubscribe.

That's all right.

Turns out her draft folder is where the action is. Last night was so hot.

Three teeth.

I crave you manana.

Mm -hmm. Very spicy.

Good.

Not saying a name on the recipient there.

No. No. Because I don't think she was ever going to hit send.

Oh, okay. You think Landa wasn't the only man she was sharing her password

Mm -mm.

Trading illicit messages in a shared drafts folder is a lot safer than

sending them. Spies do it. Cheaters do it, too. Maybe.

No, definitely.

Look at what happens when I search your old emails for hot with three Ts.

Hmm? Same dumb spelling in a bunch of ads from the kickboxing coach.

Shane Blanchard. Uh -huh. Fiona was going to this guy twice a week. I think

was getting her cardio in, just not at the gym.

What do you think?

He look capable of a murder to you?

Mm -hmm.

Yeah, he looks capable of two.

Mr.

Blanchard, thanks for coming in.

I'm Detective Avada -Yu.

You sure you're comfortable there?

Was I supposed to sit somewhere else?

No, just, we call that the hot seat. We spell it with one T, though.

I know you like three of them, right?

Saw your ad.

Most of my clients are older women. They think it's fun.

What's this about, anyway?

The call I got said you had, like, background questions about Fiona Van

Yeah. I wanted you to take a look at something we found in her draft folder.

You weren't just being a kickboxing trainer, were you?

You were sleeping with a married woman.

What happened, Shane?

Did she break things off with you? You killed her, hopped the back fence, ran

into poor Curtis Middleton and did this to him?

No. I didn't kill anyone.

I was with a client that night.

Yeah? You do a lot of kickboxing at 10 o 'clock at night?

I'm good at me work.

It wasn't a work thing.

We went to Rocco's bar and then, oh, I see.

You and Gwen.

Are you a coach, Shane?

Or a gigolo?

If you have more questions, talk to my attorney.

But talk to Gwen Staley first. She'll tell you.

I didn't do this.

All right, ladies. It's Canasta. Not in prop.

Red threes down. Black threes. Freeze the pile.

Whose turn is it?

It looks like you have a visitor.

Are you Gwen?

Yeah, hi.

I didn't get a car out front, and the lady said it might be yours. I'm sorry.

Can I borrow her for a second, please? I wish it was my car, hon.

I walked today.

Well, maybe you and I could just talk for a minute anyway.

Did you really have to do this here?

You know why we came to see you?

Shane called me, and I'll tell you what I told him. I'm not going to lie for

him.

So you weren't with him last Tuesday night? I have never been with Shane.

At least not in the way you think.

Any idea why he'd think you would vouch for him then?

I don't know.

I like Shane.

I've tried to rope in some friends for him as clients.

But this?

I'm done. I'm out.

Gonna have to take up tennis or something.

I hope you solve your case, but just leave me out of it, all right?

You know.

Most people don't lie to homicide detectives unless they're guilty, crazy,

really drunk.

Well, I think she was just a little buzzed.

Yeah, well, either Shane's full of it or Miss Personality is.

I've got to figure out which one.

Can I help you, ma 'am?

Are you Wish?

I'm a friend of RJ's. My name is... Emmy Ochoa.

I'm aware.

Seen you around here once or twice.

Just never put a name to the face.

Not until recently.

You haven't seen him today, have you?

He and I need to talk, but I haven't been able to get a hold of him.

Good.

I'm sorry?

No, I mean, good for him.

Work must be keeping him busy. Believe you me, work is just what that boy

It's funny, when RJ talks about you, he makes you sound like the sweetest.

Guy alive.

Gotta say, not seeing it.

You said you were his friend, yeah?

I did.

Well,

mind your own biscuits and life will be gravy.

Just a little something my mama used to say.

Said it went double when it came to affairs of the heart.

But seeing as how you and Arge both have insisted you're just friends, I'm going

to tell you something that I can tell just by looking at you that he didn't.

Him and your daddy, they made each other's acquaintance the other day.

Hi. Hey, sorry I heard the bell. I was in the shower. No, I'm sorry to drop by

like this on a now. I want to take a look at your place for myself. How you

doing? Good. I wanted to talk to you about something, something that might

be that easy to hear.

Okay. Shane Blanchard, Fiona's kickboxing coach.

Were you aware of how close they'd gotten?

Hey.

I don't want to be pissed at her, you know?

I don't even know how to feel right now.

Especially if Shane, if he was the one who did this.

Yeah, well, I mean, right now, he's someone we're looking at. That's about

Did you find anything helpful out here? Any clues or anything? No, not yet.

I mean, getting on and off your property without being seen on camera is a bit

tricky. You'd have to know the place well.

Do you know if Shane ever came here for Fiona's kickboxing lesson?

I don't know, man. I don't think so.

But then again, I didn't know about a lot of things, I guess.

Yeah.

Look, there is one thing I did want to show you, though.

What?

A couple weeks ago, Shane asked Fiona to invest in his business.

I told her I didn't think it was a good idea. Now, I know you're telling me that

they were together, but I think she might have listened to me.

Look, you see?

If she turned him down, I don't know.

Maybe that's the reason he killed her.

Yeah, maybe.

Not that it isn't nice to see you, Miha, but what's so important that it

couldn't wait till tomorrow?

I remember when there used to be a framed picture of Lucas here.

The one from high school, when he forced that big fumble, got the game ball.

It's been gone, what, a couple years now?

Makes me wonder what's going to take the place of my pictures when the time

comes.

Your friend, Mr. Decker, he told you about the offer I made him?

Actually, no.

I haven't been able to get a hold of him, probably because of the offer you

made. Did you come here thinking I might apologize?

No, of course not. I came here to make you an offer.

I'm about to start lining up investors to buy your majority stake in Ochoa

Development.

And I'll have plenty of time to do it, since I'm resigning from my position

your political office effective immediately.

I mean... I'm not done.

Take the deal.

Forget you ever heard the name R .J. Decker and you'll be richer than ever.

It's not just a good deal for you.

It's a good deal for us.

We take the business out of family business and who knows, maybe

eventually we can just be a family again.

And if I say no?

I quit both my positions.

Walk away from your political office and Ochoa Development.

I saw Lucas yesterday.

It's been almost, what, two years since he got out from under your thumb? And go

figure, he's never looked or sounded better. Simple minds, mija.

Simple pleasures. It's not just the boat that makes him happy. It's being away

from you.

You were molding him to become your next Ray.

A henchman. A thug. Because that was his ceiling.

That was all he would ever be.

But it's different with you. You can go farther.

Even farther than me.

You can make this city, maybe even this state, bend to you, to this family.

You can have power you can't even comprehend now.

It's almost funny sometimes.

How little you know me.

Think about my offer.

I won't make it a second time.

So this woman who died... Fiona Van Allen.

If she didn't report a snake in her yard, then why would my dad have been

there when she was killed? Actually, I think he was in this yard here.

He was on a golf course that reported a Burmese.

Close enough to hear her scream, the killer comes out back.

Sees your dad, curious, looking over the fence. Your dad sees him holding the

murder weapon.

I can't leave a witness.

Well, if you're right, at least it wasn't any of his snake buddies.

A few of them have been reaching out, asking about a memorial service.

Be nice to know we aren't hosting the person that killed them.

Michael. Michael.

We're not talking about your bill getting through, right? We're talking

mine.

Get me the votes.

Or maybe the ethics committee hears about you dumping all of a certain

stock the day before the state cuts ties with them.

Something must be seriously wrong if they're asking me to meet you at the

Something is wrong, Ray.

You're here because someone's about to have an accident.

Hello, Gwen.

You lied to me.

Tonight, my two victims were killed when you were at Rocco's Bar and Grill.

Seven drinks, two entrees, table -side guac, the way it remembers you and Shane

after the receipt.

How was it?

The guac, I mean, not the fag. I don't know what you're talking about. Careful.

I get that you didn't want to admit to slumming it with Shane in front of your

she -she friends, but if you lie to me now, I will have to consider the

possibility that you were behind Fiona Van Allen's murder.

What? Your kickboxing boy toy starts kicking it with somebody else. You get

jealous. And you hire someone to get rid of her. That's ridiculous. I... Okay.

Yes.

Shane and I had an arrangement.

But Fiona and me, we knew each other. And we knew about each other.

I'm sorry. Are you saying you were sharing Shane?

When I found out, I swear I thought it was funny. She did, too.

So you were friends?

More like...

acquaintances. She asked me for my divorce lawyer's info.

She was leaving Lando?

Thinking about it.

But I don't think she ever got the chance to tell him.

Hey.

Hey. Thank you.

How bad does your trailer smell these days? I mean, I'm finding it hard to

believe this is a better place for a meeting. Well, so I'm starting to think

Shane Blanchard isn't our guy.

He isn't.

Shane's alibi checked out, but talk to me. Tell me how you got there.

Okay. This is the Emmy's original report on Fiona Van Allen.

DSU thought it was a right -handed attacker with some kind of a club.

Killer wields a bat or a pipe while Fiona reclines on a couch.

Big swings to explain the blood spatter pattern. That was the theory. But, of

course, now we know it wasn't a bat or a pipe. No, it was her crystal ball.

Right. So I met with the M .E. today. Knowing that was a murder weapon, the

blood spatter pattern doesn't fit the original theory.

Now they think the killer had to be standing behind her and he had to be

-handed. Shane wasn't left -handed. No, he's not. But you know who he is?

Lando Van Allen?

Yes. Well, I think so. I saw him riding against her. You know he was my favorite

suspect day one. And that was before I knew she was leaving him.

What do you mean? She was meeting with a divorce attorney, had an ironclad

prenup. Had their marriage ended, Lando would have been broke.

So we're looking for a lefty who had a motive to kill Fiona, huh? Because I

know, I know the timeline, so I know it's impossible.

Lando couldn't have ditched the murder weapon on that golf course and gotten

back in time to be seen by the first responders. Okay, I just can't shake it.

He did both murders.

We just haven't figured out how yet.

Well, no.

Yeah, you're way too slow, man. You're like two minutes off the pace.

Ain't no way. Uh -uh.

Ain't no way this Lando guy makes it out here, kills Curtis in that sand trap,

and then runs back to his house to let the cops in in time. Uh -uh. Yeah.

I won field day, 1986, Carter Elementary. Look it up. Well, that was a

thousand beers ago.

Hey, let's get you on the clock. Even if I am a little faster, it's not

possible, Wish.

It just is not possible.

Huh. I guess all we learned is I got to get back to the gym and you need a new

suspect.

I can't help noticing I'm yet to be invited to celebrate Victor

Ochoa's wiping the record clean.

Well, I haven't exactly gotten back to him yet.

Brother, you are a damn gift horse's dentist.

Hey, tell me.

Is it harder for you to get over Emmy Ochoa or harder to get over yourself?

I told you, man.

You go back to Appalachian, you're never coming out.

Wes, I know how he did it.

You couldn't have figured out how he did it for Lane all that way. You did it

yourself. You need to exercise.

Hey, what's up, guys?

Nothing, Lando. We're just... Big High Life fans. Crazy seeing you here.

Yeah, you look like you're ready to play.

We're here to play a game, too. You remember I Spy?

I was going over the photos I took of your play.

I had a helmet, but no bicycle.

That's because it's not a bike helmet. It's a High Life helmet.

This is another shot of your garage taken by police the night of the murder.

Same spot.

Yesterday. She was missing.

She wasn't there yesterday.

The fiesta. You got rid of it after the cops left.

I always thought they were called scoops.

Crazy what you guys can do with them.

Get away with murder, for example.

Well, what? Yeah, the night you killed Fiona, you walked through your front

door, smiled for the camera. Hey, honey, I'm home.

Fiona was laying on the couch.

She never stopped coming. After that, it was all about timing.

You got your wife's very round award. You put it in your fiesta and you hurled

it as far as you could.

Also, you could call the police and tell them to get there as fast as you could.

This

is

insane.

That's impossible.

Barely possible.

Took a heck of an arm.

We know you play club highlight now, but once upon a time, you played pro.

You were on teams in Florida, Spain, the Philippines.

You were the big lefty from Boca Raton.

You guys are waiting for me to say something stupid, but I'm not going to

I'll never prove anything.

It's too crazy.

No, you know what's crazy?

We don't need you to say anything.

BF2 got up on the roof of the house behind yours, Lando.

That's your wife's blood on their shingles.

Wonder how that got there.

You know what's worse than living under a cloud of suspicion?

Prison food.

Numbers look good.

It's very tempting.

But?

Look, I've known you and your dad a long time.

I've helped finance, what, two dozen of your development projects?

And as much as I love working with the company, I'm just not sure I want to own

a piece of it.

You're not sure you want to own a piece of it without my father?

Mammy, look what you're doing here.

I respect it.

But is it wise?

Would you excuse me, Bruce?

Of course.

Hey, you okay?

Pretty sure Dad sent a message tonight.

But I don't know if it was for me or for you.

Lucas, you're scaring me. What's going on?

He set fire to my boat.

for the whole time.

What are you doing here? I heard you finally love my father.

Thanks to assume that's why you haven't been taking my calls.

It's okay. I wouldn't take my calls either.

Yeah, look, when we talked, I just wanted to make sure I said the right

And?

I still have your company.

It's the skill he has making you question everything you think you know.

I wish I could tell you he can't actually get you violated back to

he probably can.

And so this is the last time we're going to see each other.

I just wanted you to know.

I understand.

I think I realize what I wanted to say.

What?

I think

I

finally get why you wear these all the time.

Very comfy.

I didn't find out about what my father said to you until yesterday.

Before that, I was trying to reach you because there was something you needed

know.

The break -in at your ex's house.

Yeah, your dad was behind that too.

I knew the second I saw him, I know.

Catherine was looking into your family. She told you she might even write an

article.

That tripped the wire. He wanted to know if she was onto anything.

I thought I'd found a way out, but that was based on the possibility that he

could change.

Now, the only way out is to show people what he really

is.

You're right, he was behind the breaking, but that's not...

All he was behind.

Two years ago, when you caught my brother trying to steal your camera

it wasn't just Lucas being a punk. It wasn't random.

Lucas was sent to steal your cameras.

It's time you found out why.