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This place is amazing.

I mean, there have to be
like a million bugs here

that I've never even seen before.

Yeah, just don't tell your teacher

we snuck onto state-protected
land to get 'em.

Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute.

You told my mom that this
was legal 'cause you're a cop.

Yeah.

We still snuck.

You don't see that every day.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Get back.

That could be a two-striped
walking-stick. A walking what?

Well, if it is, it'll
spray mucus in your eyes,

and you'd be blind for two days.

Seriously?

Yeah, seriously.

Blind for two days, "A" in biology?

How'd you say your grades were?

They're okay, I guess.

Okay, they suck.

Right.

Okay.

I'll get it if it runs this way.

Or, you know, walks.

Ready?

Ready.

1...

What, does it fly?

I don't know.

Where'd it go?

I thought you said this
thing walked. I can't see him.

You're gonna kill him.

Anywhere?

I don't see him.

Check over there.

How'd that get way out here?

Under the radar, would be my guess.

Why would
- Just, uh, stay put...

Behind that tree or something.

Jim.

I think you might want to see this.

Think someone shot him?

Looks that way.

Well, what do you think happened?

I don't know.

You know...

He has some really cool bugs on him.

Just sayin'.

Some say I don't play well with others.

I was a damn good detective in chicago

until a disagreement with my boss

encouraged me to pack
it up and make a change.

So I put the windy city in my rearview

and headed to the sunshine state

to kick back, play some
golf, work on my tan,

maybe write the
occasional speeding ticket.

Yeah, well...

That didn't work out.

You'll find my prints
in the right-side door.

A dead guy?

Seriously?

Thanks for driving out.

This is how you help my
son with his homework?

What were you thinking?

Well, I wasn't thinking
I'd find a dead guy.

I mean, bugs, yes
- A lot of bugs.

D
- did you know there's this bug,

if it spits mucus in your...

You're blind for two days.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Where's Jeff? Is he okay?

Uh, yeah, he seems fine.

I gave him something
to do to keep him busy.

You might want to monitor
him for a delayed reac...

Don't tell me how to take care of my son.

Thank you.

Callie, I'm sorry.

I don't have enough to deal with?

I know. I'm sorry.

All right, yeah, it
was probably a bad idea.

I was just trying to help.

So, what happened?

Well, uh...

Abandoned aircraft,
normally a sign of smuggling.

In a state reserve? That's ballsy.

Drugs?

Drugs, arms.

Please tell me you're thinking inside job.

I try not to think...

Of anything too specific
this early on in the case.

I'll loop you in if it gets interesting.

Pass.

But, maybe, you know,

if it starts to get really interesting.

All right. I'll check on Jeff later.

What the hell were you thinking?

Colleen. You didn't have to
drive all the way out here.

Badging your way onto
protected state land.

I was helping a young student

acquire certain species
for a biology assignment.

Thought out here he'd have access

to bugs that his classmates wouldn't.

Cheating, I believe it's called.

Bye!

Bye.

Would that be the, uh, young student?

Jeff, yeah. Yeah, great kid.

Which would make that striking
young woman his mother?

Oh, you find her striking?

Listen to me.

Before I brought you on, I
vetted your ass, but good.

And do you know what I heard?

Damaged goods.

Yeah, I've heard that about me.

But with my arrest rate down over 30%,

pain in the ass or not,

I needed someone who could close cases.

See?

But obviously I need to keep
a much closer eye on you.

Yeah. That's not what I had in mind.

Yeah, I think we pretty much
know what you had in mind.

What are we looking at?

Cause of death
- Gunshot wound.

Courtesy of a single bullet,

medium caliber, from close range.

Have we officially linked
the victim to the aircraft?

Not officially, no.

My, uh intern

is collecting hair and fiber
samples now for testing.

Not that I asked for one.

Oh, come on.

Daniel was great in helping
us solve our last case.

You mean arresting
your partner for murder?

Yeah, that guy.

No wallet, no ring.

There was skin tissue under
his nails like he struggled.

He's been nibbled on pretty good,

so I doubt I can get a clean print.

DNA is gonna take a while...

Not that we have a name
to check it against, so...

You run the plane's tail numbers?

It's registered to a
pair of Seattle snowbirds.

They're both up north at the moment.

So whoever jacked the plane

knew that it wasn't gonna
be reported for a while.

I got to take this.

Uh, keep an eye on him.

Uh, me?

Why me?

Hey, you don't want to partner up?

Considering what you
did to your last partner?

Hey.

Looked like someone

tried to wipe down the
inside of the plane,

but look what I found in the flight bag.

The pilot must have packed
himself a little snack.

Pickled pigs feet from
the bar up the street.

That thing is disgusting.

Even the bugs wouldn't touch it.

See?

Intern comes through again.

I did?

He did?

Hey, hey. Where you going?

To get a drink from the bar up the street.

Hey, there. Hey.

I'm looking for a middle-aged guy

who wears a black hat,
big red gun on the front.

Anyone like that ever come in here?

Yep. Sounds just like Ollie.

Anyone ever eat those?

Yep. Ollie lives on them.

Ollie have a last name?

Probably.

You can ask that guy... Curt.

They're drinking buddies.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

Curt? Jim Longworth.

I'm with the FDLE.

State police?

Yeah, I understand you're friends

with a man named Ollie.

Yeah. He in some kind of trouble?

Yeah, might've been.

He's dead.

What?

Someone shot him just up the road.

Ollie's full name?

Hendricks. Oliver Hendricks.

What happened
- Somebody try and rob him?

Where do you know Ollie from?

We're old friends.

We were in the air force together.

Then he went off and did
special ops in Colombia.

Is he still in the military?

No, he got out a couple years ago.

I don't know why. He didn't
want to talk about it.

What's he been doing lately?

Drinking...

And a little flight instruction.

I tried to get him a
job with me part-time

with the coast guard reserve,

but it didn't work out.

Did he mention running drugs or guns

using those colombian connections?

He didn't have any connections.

He was just trying to get by.

Oh, yeah? What about you?

What about me?

You still fly?

Yeah, for fun. I'll go buzz those gators

in that ultralight from time to time.

Was Ollie married?

Special ops
- No life for a family.

Where'd he live?

He didn't invite me to his place.

I think he was embarrassed.

A guy gives 30 years of
his life to his country,

and this is how he ends up.

Hey. Any luck in digging up a
last-known for oliver hendricks?

Still working on it.

Ah, no hurry. Guy's dead.

Which one is your office?

That one.

All right. Right there's okay.

The office ross from mine.

You have a problem with that?

With you keeping an eye on my every move?

Not at all.

We have a lot of work to do, son,

and your last captain
- Captain hickey...

Oh, Jack
- The guy who shot me?

Yeah. Yeah. He says the only thing

that you really respect
is hard work and bluntness.

You know, the light in the
offices upstairs is much better.

I noticed you had plants.

Don't need an office, just a desk.

I'm not moving in. Who's moving in?

- Colleen.
- Nice.

So far the Air Force won't
even confirm Ollies' existence.

For them to expunge his military record,

it means he must have
been pretty hard-core.

Maybe we should reach out to the bureau.

Or we can go to an organization

more powerful than the FBI.

The CIA?

Cable company.

I wasn't sucking up.

I've been saying for years

the Division could run a
little more efficiently.

You sure?

'cause it really looked
like you were sucking up.

Hey, I'm glad she's here

to get us out of our comfort zone,

whip our asses into shape.

I'm just glad to get the hell
out of the office for a while.

You can take the boy out of special ops,

but you can't take
special ops out of the boy.

That ain't no popgun. Hkp7, german-made.

Yeah.

So, what's with you and the kid's mom?

I'm just trying to help
her out with her kid.

Yeah, I saw what you were helping out.

Besides, she's married.

Yeah, and you've already been
shot for that once, right?

And her husband's in prison.

What's that?

A trip wire. That's been tripped.

Ollie obviously didn't want
anyone sneaking up on him. Why?

Was he afraid somebody might
break in and clean the place?

Or slash his throat in his sleep.

The place doesn't look
tossed to me, though.

Yeah, they're the ones
you got to worry about.

Well, someone's been here.

Sounds like they might be back.

Whoa! Whoa! Dude, easy!

Easy! Sorry about that.

Thought you were someone else.

Your mailbox is stuffed full.

I was just trying to
slide this under your door.

Sorry for the scare.

Back at you.

You almost shot a mail carrier!

That still a crime here in Florida?

What do you got?

Cellphone bill.

Here. Ollie called this
number a dozen times last week.

Get Manus to expedite a warrant,
get an address to go with it.

Just call the number.

Never want to spook a spook.
That's a good way to get shot.

You know what's another good way?

Hanging out with the
wife of a guy in prison.

You're not Callie.

No.

Well, you must be her... Mother?

In-law.

Right. Very next thing I was gonna say.

Uh, I came to see Jeff. Is he here?

He's doing his homework.

Well, he had a pretty rough morning.

I thought I'd come by...

Yeah, I know. Well, he's fine.

Okay.

- Is Callie here?
- No.

- She at work?
- Unh-unh.

- School?
- No.

When will she be back?

None of your damn business.

How's the new office?

I got a name and address
to go with that number

you found at Ollie's apartment.

Oh, you do have connections.

David Coulter. But listen to me.

I don't want you going
in there without backup.

I had our records and identity
unit drill into this guy.

Still waiting to hear
back on a few things,

but so far this guy is a blank slate.

Nothing, zip, nada.

Another black-ops guy.

No doubt.

I'll wait for backup.

Backup? What backup?

We got another door to knock on.

No. I don't do backup.

Come on.

It'll take you out of your comfort zone.

Last chance.

I'm good here.

Come on.

It'll be fun.

I've had enough fun for one day.

I got a hot latina wife and three girls.

That's three quinceañeras
and three weddings.

I can't afford to die.

Sure about that?

Florida Department of Law Enforcement.

Come on. Come on.

Let it down.

Put it down.

Nice and easy.

Yeah.

Whoa!

David Coulter?

Junior, by any chance?

No.

Drug smuggling?

Drugs? Guns?

Ollie wasn't into anything like that.

Why'd he call you so much?

I
- I don't know.

Uh, h-he was my friend.

Listen, my brother may
be a little skid mark,

but he had nothing to do
with that guy getting popped.

Where are your parents?

Our dad hauls lumber. He's on
the road three weeks a month.

And mom bartends a couple places.

Where'd you meet him
- At flight school?

I used to go there after class

to watch the planes do touch and gos.

Ollie used to fly right over me.

One day, we just started talking.

And maybe he was helping you
get your pilot's license...

You know, under the table.

Pilot's license?

I don't even have a driver's license.

My brother has to drive me everywhere.

Oh, that's got to suck.

Hey, can you grab us a couple of sodas?

This one's broken. You can go
to the one out at the front.

Thanks. Appreciate it.

Yeah.

Okay, David. Your brother's gone.

You stole the plane, didn't you?

What?

That's how you know Ollie.

You knew that plane sat
idle six months of the year,

so you decided to steal it or borrow it.

Saw you playing "x-plane."

Level nine?

Even I can't do level nine.

Ollie caught me trying to steal it.

But he didn't turn me in.

Why not?

I don't know.

He said I reminded him
of when he was a kid.

Why'd he call you so
much in the past week?

I was having trouble at school.

What kind of trouble?

Some wanker in PE was making fun of me.

Ollie told me to stand up to the guy.

Did you?

I did.

Got suspended for clocking his lame ass.

But it was totally worth it.

Nice.

Hello, you.

What are you doing in here?

How the hell should I know
what kind of bird it is?

It's Florida. It's a bird.

Looks a little exotic, don't you think?

Yeah, well, let that
thing *** on my tox report,

And I'll show you exotic.

Got those blood samples you asked for.

A Hyacinth Macaw. Nice.

Daniel knows what kind of bird this is.

Yeah, we studied them in
zoology. Where'd you find it?

Trapped in an abandoned plane.

They're the largest parrot in the world.

Well, tell me, Daniel,
is it native to Florida?

No. Costa Rica. The Amazon.

I'm gonna take a stab and
say they're endangered.

Nearly poached out of existence.

There's a huge black market.

Poachers go in the
jungles with fishing nets,

swoop 'em out by the dozens,

sell them to bird brokers.

How much are they worth?

40, 50 grand.

For a bird?

A plane that size could hold what
- 40, 50 birds?

That's like $2 million.

Sounds like someone is using
his black-op connections

to score contraband birds.

Unlike Carlos, do you
know any experts on birds?

- Ornithologists, they're called.
- Whatever.

And, yeah. I've got the perfect person.

Bailey Saunders?

Yeah.

Jim Longworth.

You looked pretty good out there.

Thanks.

Do you surf?

Never even tempted.

Yeah.

Kind of figured.

That's glass.

Nobody looks good out there.

So, what can I do for you?

I understand you're an expert on birds.

I am. Anything in
particular you want to know?

I was just wondering if you had any ideas

how this little guy

ended up in the back
of an abandoned plane.

It's a hyacinth.

Chick, maybe two weeks old.

Smuggled would be my guess,

which I assume makes you fish and game?

That is, uh... Really embarrassing...

Uh, and wrong.

See, there's this dead guy
involved in all this, too.

Whoa. What's with the machete and fishnet?

The fishnet is to capture birds
- legally.

*** You're obviously not from around here.

The victim's name is Oliver Hendricks.

Name ring a bell?

No. Am I to assume from that
question that I'm a suspect?

I just figured a person
with your level of expertise,

not to mention the access to the state
preserve where the murder occurred,

would know how a rare and
lucrative market like that works.

I don't know how much
money is in ornithology,

but I do know $2 million
is enough to kill for.

Maybe you should be giving me
a reason to look somewhere else.

That could put a girl
in all sorts of danger.

You look like you can handle yourself.

Not from this guy.

I can keep your name out of it.

Yeah, well, you're gonna
have to 'cause if you don't,

you're gonna be pulling
my body out of there.

Eduardo Garcia.

The coke dealer.

That's a bad guy.

Former coke dealer.

I palled around with him for a few years

before I knew who he was.

Whatever. He was rich
and not bad-looking.

He picked my brain about exotic species.

I may have accidentally
given him a few names

of collectors that I met in my travels.

He started throwing my name around,

trafficking in all sorts of exotic pets,

first for fun, then for profit.

So I stopped seeing him.

Good call.

Listen to me.

He will kill me

if he finds out that I gave you his name.

So I assume I can count
on you to protect me

day and night from that possibility?

If I can assume you know that
if I find out you're involved,

I'll be back.

You can interrogate me any time you want.

You might want to hold on to that.

I've got plenty.

That's hilarious. That's funny.

So, where'd you say you're from?

Chicago. Pine Grove and Waveland.

Wrigleyville. The Cubbies.

Right. Right.

I hate the Cubbies.

White Sox fan all the way.

Lou Malnati's, the Berghoff.

Yeah, they closed the Berghoff.

***

These bastards.

You want another one?

Sure. Oh, you know I'm a cop, right?

Anyone with the balls

to come to my favorite
bar and chat me up...

And all these guys are what
- friends?

Every once in a while, some
hero tries to take a shot at me.

Oh, like a former associate
who knows you've diversified,

trying to rip you off?

No, those guys are all dead.

Look, I don't know what
initials apply here...

DEA, FDLE.

But you're wasting your time.
I beat those raps years ago.

I'm just another retiree
living out his years in Florida.

I hear you're selling
yourself a little short there.

Really? Where'd you hear that?

A little birdie told me.

Really? You're gonna go with that?

Wait.

You know this makes
you look guilty, right?

Talk to my lawyer.

Your lawyer got a name?

I'm guessing he does.

Can I at least finish my cuban?

Smoke-free restaurant.

You're laughing. Why is he laughing?

Hey, what's your name?

You got a name?

Yeah...

I'm guessing I do.

That must have been some
bullet you took in the ass.

Either that, or you're
completely on the take.

If I'd known how much it paid,

I would have got him to shoot me twice.

Fresh air, gentle breeze.

Are you rich?

Oh, yeah. Insanely.

I got this in a short sale. Oh.

Yeah. Took most of the settlement.

What little portfolio I have is
completely sunk into this place.

In fact, could you loan me a few bucks?

I actually just came to return this

and to apologize
for my mother-in-law.

Why? I thought she was great.

Yeah.

I think I just caught her off guard.

- Hey, you want a beer?
- No.

And don't get me wrong...

Having family around to
help with Jeff is great.

But under the circumstances,

it really isn't making things any easier.

Ray's in prison,

and I have a big decision to make.

But his mom is such a
big part of our lives.

I can't just cut her out of the equation,

and then keeping
everybody on the same page

gets a little overwhelming.

How's the case?

Did that ever get interesting?

Well... Uh...

I have a retired former black-ops agent

that was shot and killed over parrots.

Suspects?

A few.

Eduardo Garcia.

The coke dealer.

I really don't want to
know how you know that.

And the surfing ornithologist

that looks like she just
stepped off the cover

of SI's swimsuit issue,

and a 15-year-old
who likes to steal...

Or rather, borrow
- Airplanes.

Okay. Okay. I give.

It's interesting.

Who's in the lead?

The ornithologist...

Swimsuit model.

knows the world
and every person in it.

She was pretty quick to
point the finger at Garcia.

I'm sure she was. Were they ever lovers?

Why would you ask that?

Uh, I don't know.

Because she's hot and he's rich,

and that's what hot and rich people do.

I can totally see them together.

I can also totally see them
stabbing each other in the back

once things go bad.

'cause that's what hot, rich people do?

Exactly.

Right.

Thank you for taking Jeff
to go and collect bugs.

No, I know you were just trying to help,

and I shouldn't have gotten so mad.

Uh, that's my warrant.

You should take that.

I should go.

If you don't mind me asking,
who put you up to this?

Oh, the warrant? That was my idea.

15 years, and your boss Manus
is still grasping at straws, huh?

She must really want me bad.

She kind of hinted at that, yeah.

Also that I needed this arrest
to rehabilitate my career.

Yeah, I know, right?

But I do want to hang on to that pension.

Still, you need cause to get a warrant...

Some kind of cooperation.

So I'm thinking...

Blond, 5'6", 125 pounds soaking wet.

No idea what you're talking about.

You're probably not the kind of guy

who needs to be told this,

but a woman scorned can
be awfully vindictive.

You're right. I don't need to be told.

I made some calls.

You were a pretty big
hotshot cop back in Chicago.

A pain in the ass, but very effective.

Huh, would you look at
that? A blue Hyacinth.

Illegal if you don't
have a permit, which I do.

This witch-hunt bird thing

must seem like a pretty
big fall from grace

for a guy like you, huh?

Oh, I don't know.

A murder investigation like this...

you never know what
you're gonna step in.

Um, how is she?

You think I got ice in my veins?

How's she doing?

I'm really sorry, but he
has permits for all of them.

They're all legal.

You like plants?

Actually, I don't.

Go check out that terrarium.

Uh, you want to tell your friend here

that our warrant covers that?

Thank you.

That's a Great Crested Newt.

It was a gift. I have
a permit for that, too.

If you do, it's fake.

There are only 300 Great Crested
Newts left in this entire world.

Having one in your private residence

is a flagrant violation of
the endangered species act

and about 17 international treaties.

I was gonna take a drift around the house,

see if I could see anything in plain sight

that could link you to any of the crimes

you've slithered out
from in the last 14 years.

But now I have cause to get a judge

to open up the warrant
to your entire property.

You're gonna perp-walk
me out of my own house

for a newt?

Absolutely not.

Daniel is.

My client is very sorry that he
mistakenly imported Great Crested Newt.

He didn't realize it was endangered.

But he'd be happy to donate money

to any environmental concern
of the FDLE's choosing.

Well, that takes care of
your client's restitution.

Anyone else think this is a good time

to negotiate his jail time?

For a permit violation?

There's not a single judge in Florida

who'd give me jail time for this.

At least one you haven't bribed.

Oh, I love the energy you
bring to the room, Colleen.

I only wish I had more to offer.

Well, you could tell us why you
had a lowly middleman killed.

What, was he skimming off the top?

Threatened to go to the authorities

if you didn't cut him in on
a bigger piece of the "pie"?

My client didn't come here
to discuss your murder case.

He was in possession of hyacinth macaws.

Yeah, all of which were permitted.

Now, is there any chance we can
get back to the matter at hand?

Look, you know how this works.

We've got you on violation
of the endangered species act,

which sounds soft, but if prosecuted

to the full extent of the law,

could see you spending as
much as five years in prison.

For a newt?

Peta.

Got to love the energy
they bring to a room.

I'm done with this.

Sit, sit, sit. It's okay. It's okay.

I know what they want.

I'm just sick that I was even a gentleman

about this, okay?

Okay, listen.

I want full immunity

from any association with the
smuggling of exotic animals.

I never agreed to that.

Immunity for the newt.

Yes to the association.

No to the newt.

Colleen, that's backwards.

Not with only 300 of
them left in the world.

Whatever, whatever.

Whatever.

You already have her name.

I'm pretty sure you're wrong about that.

How about Bailey Saunders?

Did Bailey tell you about the land

she bought in Costa Rica, huh?

She bought 100 acres of rainforest, huh,

from the profit she
made from the bird trade.

My guess is she's trying
to set up her own business.

She goes down there on
her little surfing safaris,

she flirts with the little island boys,

and she lets them net macaws off her land.

But at 5'6" and a 125 pounds soaking wet,

I'm just not seeing
coldblooded killer in her.

You ever seen her with a machete?

Trust me. She got it in her.

You want to give them a lot of protein.

A little peanut butter mixed
with some warm milk should work.

I read your piece on Psittacine phylogeny

in the taxonomy journal.

It was awesome.

Did you scratch your cornea?

I don't think so.

Have you been washing your hands

after handling this little guy?

I may have forgotten.

Yeah, it looks like you have
exotic newcastle disease.

You can get it from handling wild parrots.

It's pinkeye, basically.

Don't worry. I'm gonna
get you some drops for it.

Yeah? Yeah.

Okay.

If we don't do something,
he's gonna explode.

Pinkeye. Really?

Oh. Exotic newcastle disease.

Bailey diagnosed me.

That's contagious?

Oh, yeah. Go home.

Pretty damn cute.

And the bird's not half bad either.

You know, as beautiful
as these creatures are,

they're actually quite
mean... And disgusting.

So the whole breaking the
law to collect them thing,

that's what? Ego.

You know, I hear the breaks
off the coast of Costa Rica

are amazing.

You surf them much?

So I wasn't brought in here

just to take care of this little guy.

Hey, a man is dead.

I got to take that a
little seriously, right?

Yeah, and I could be next

if he finds out that I'm talking to you.

I'm thinking that you must have meant

something to him at some point,

or he would have moved on you by now.

Obviously not enough to keep
him from pinning this on me,

which surprises me, actually.

Eduardo's not one to talk.

I don't think he wants to
trade in his early retirement

for a stint in prison,

especially for something he didn't do.

Do you really think I'm behind this?

You own land down there.

Exotic birds are your area of expertise.

Eduardo knows full well
that I donated my property

to the Costa Rican government
for a nature preserve.

But I didn't want to keep anything

that I'd bought with dirty money.

Some people might construe your gift

as a bribe to the government

in exchange for easier access.

I didn't need it. I was a landowner.

That 100 acres allowed me
to hold dual citizenship.

It was flying the shipments
back into the US under the radar

that was the hard part.

So unless you had someone over here

with that kind of access...

You were screwed.

How's it going, Curt?

Hey.

So, did you catch the
basterd that killed ollie?

We're making some progress.
Could I get a beer?

Yeah, found out some interesting things

about a bird-smuggling ring.

Bird-smuggling ring.

Yeah. Like, you know, for instance,

who gave them information about the radar.

You need to get that?

Yeah.

Be right back.

Take your time.

Yeah.

What's the range on that thing?

70 miles.

How about if someone drained the gas tank?

I didn't kill anybody.

I swear.

Ollie paid me $1,000 a flight

for coordinates so he
could come in undetected.

It's not like he's smuggling drugs.

It's just a bunch of damn birds.

It still cost your friend his life.

I had nothing to do with that.

I swear it.

Maybe.

Or maybe you thought
1,000 bucks wasn't enough,

considering the birds are worth millions.

How the hell would I know that?

I don't even know what happens to them

once they get here.

Ollie's my only connection.

You sure about that?

That call you got when I first got here?

A dozen more earlier in the day?

We know who it was that was calling you.

It's what known in the drug
world as plausible deniability.

The less people that Garcia
knows or that know about him...

The safer it is for everyone...

Unless someone steals the merchandise.

And best friend or not
- Someone's got to pay.

But Garcia can't touch you.
He needs the coordinates.

So he gets you to kill Ollie

and steal back the merchandise.

Ha! Two birds with one stone, so to speak.

No.

The birds were gone when I got there.

And Ollie was dead.

I swear.

Garcia told me if I don't find those birds

and bring them back to
him, he's gonna kill me.

I couldn't find them anywhere.

Why shouldn't I believe
you just flew off with them?

I haven't flown anything
over 125 horsepower in years.

I'm not even certified.

And Ollie shouldn't have been
either, and I told him that.

Why is that?

The cessna skyhawk is rudder-controlled.

A trip that length
- it would have taken his old bum knee

and blown it up to the
size of a basketball.

His right knee had an avulsion fracture

on the tibial spine.

So there is no way he could
have flown the plane that far?

Guy couldn't have done
three deep knee bends

before reaching for the ice.

And the other thing?

Dusted the plane's steering column.

The kid's prints were the only ones

clean enough for a match, so...

Daniel, I thought I told you

to take that pinkeye and go home.

His eye's still not better?

He's wearing it like a badge of honor.

You lied to me.

It was you who flew the plane that day.

Now, I really don't want to think

you had anything to do
with Ollie's death, son.

But you're gonna have
to help me with that.

I
- I didn't. I swear it.

Come on, David. What happened?

Ollie couldn't fly long distances anymore

because of his knee.

I sat "co" from Costa Rica,

took the wheel after
refueling at Montego Bay,

then brought it into the state reserve.

Ollie didn't want me around
for the deal part of it,

so as soon as we landed,

he had me take my bike and go home.

Why didn't your brother just pick you up?

Kyle didn't know what I was doing.

Or maybe he did. Kyle!

Come here.

What he didn't know
is that it wasn't drugs

Ollie was smuggling.

No drugs he could steal and sell.

No, it was birds.

Blue hyacinth, to be exact.

Which gives people who
forget to wash their hands

after handling them pinkeye.

You've been following me?

You can't prove any of that.

See, Ollie, the kind of
guy he is, black-ops...

If someone tries to steal
from him, gun or no gun,

he's gonna fight back.

Now, evidence of that struggle

appears under the victim's
fingernails as skin tissue.

On the killer, the proof is
on the arms and the neck...

As defense wounds.

I got those doing yard work.

Were you doing yard work the day

you brought him in to talk to me?

Or do you always wear
long sleeves in July?

You killed him?

Yeah. He did.

I thought you were helping him mule drugs.

I wanted in on it.

Ollie was my friend.

He cared about me.

You son of a bitch!

I didn't mean to kill him.

I just wanted to steal the drugs.

You killed Ollie! You killed him!

It was an accident, man. I swear.

I didn't mean to kill
him. The gun just went off.

He was teaching me to fly the plane!

That is your brother, man.

And where the hell are the birds?

Now, that I'd tap.

Really?

It's the surfing.

Really works the core.

Plus, she ain't married.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Thanks for your help. Yeah.

Thank God they're hardy little creatures.

At least the kid had the
sense to feed and water them.

Yeah, I think he still
had ideas of selling them.

You sure you're up for this?

Sure.

I'll try anything once.

Okay.

Sebastian Inlet. 5:00 A.M.

Don't forget.

You think we can convince
the tides to sleep in?

You know, unless it's the
only tee time that I get,

I'm really not a morning person.

I hate you.

Colleen? Leaving so soon?

Grand jury affidavit
first thing in the morning,

and I do not want to miss Eduardo Garcia

stammering like an idiot as
he tries to squirm out of this.

It may not be for drugs,

but with Bailey Saunders' full cooperation

and Curt Powell's testimony...

Don't forget the newt.

we finally have enough against Garcia

to put him behind bars for trafficking.

Nice work.

Thanks.

Well, have a safe trip.

Oh, and don't worry about the plants.

I'll see they get watered.

Oh, that's sweet.

But I'll be back long before that.

Now I really hate you.

Easy.

There!

Mom, you scared him.

I scared him? He jumped right at me.

What kind of bug is that?

It's a green-striped praying mantis.

It's, like, super rare.

I can't believe you found
it in your living room.

I know. Weird, right?

Yeah. It's weird.

There he is!

There.

How's the eye?

Much better. Thanks.

How'd that striped green mantis work out?

Perfect. Thanks.

You know I don't like bugs. Yeah, yeah.

Jeff, you are going to
be grounded for a year.

For the year.

Get her. Look.

It is not funny!

That's enough.

I got him.

Okay, he got him.

Good work.

Thank you.

Oh, man, I am so nailing
an "A" with this guy.

Well, you deserve it. You
worked up a bit of a sweat.

You guys want to stay for a swim?

Awesome. Yeah. Uh, maybe not.

It's a school night, and we're
both slammed with homework.

Maybe next time?

Go on. Go on. Get your things together.

Okay, bye.

See ya.

Thanks for the bug.

Hey, thanks for getting that
creepy thing out of my house.

Must have flew in when the
door was open or something.

Yeah, or something.

Always wanted to try surfing.

I heard it's really good for the core.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I
- sure, it's exciting.

Just probably not as easy as it looks.

It doesn't actually look that easy.

It's just that sometimes

what seems like a beautiful new challenge

can often end up more
trouble than it's worth.

More trouble than it's worth, huh?

I mean, we are talking
about surfing, right?

Okay, bye. See ya.

Okay, bye.

See ya.

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