Previously on R.J. Decker...
I'm not going to arrest you. I'm not a cop. I'm a PI.
I'm also an ex-con, like you. Eighteen months, Apalachee.
What do you mean your house rolled into a sinkhole?
If you ever wondered what the spin cycle feels like, it hurts.
Why are you so determined to fix me up all of a sudden?
I saw you having drinks with Emi Ochoa and you looked friendly.
- It's not what you think. - We were married, okay?
I know what you look like when you wanna have sex.
He was supposed to be here one week. Pero he's also...
- What? - A crap magnet.
And basketball. Let's go.
- Come on, come on, come on. - Yeah.
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go. Let's go.
- No! Come on! - Hey!
- Is that my stapler? - Cath.
What is all this?
- It's a Rube Goldberg machine. - Yeah.
Upton, that mean boy from school, he posted this video of one that he made.
So Uncle R.J. said...
We're gonna one-up Upton.
Oh. Oh, I don't even wanna know.
- I don't even want to know. - Probably for the best.
Time for school. You packed up?
Hey, buena suerte on your Spanish quiz, amiga.
- Gracias. - Oye, if you wanna take her to school,
- I'm not gonna stop you. - Oh, I would. I just... I have a new client.
- What's the case? - Como se dice... possible homicide?
Hey, this one's for you, Rach.
Whoo!
- Let's go, Rach! - Oh, my God.
- That was two weeks before Huck died. - Yeah.
You can see why I'm having a hard time believing he drowned.
He loved the water.
And you said the police, they ruled it an accident, huh?
Yeah. They figured he got drunk, fell in, couldn't pull himself back up.
I get that his blood alcohol was, like, way past the legal limit,
but it just... It doesn't make any sense
that he was down here drinking alone in the first place.
That was not like him.
I don't know.
We were just starting to get serious, but I thought he might be the one.
I'm really sorry. I truly am.
M-My parents think that maybe I just can't move on.
But it turns out I'm not the only one with questions.
Yesterday, I got a call from someone who said he was Huck's friend.
And he wanted to know if Huck ever talked to me about work,
if maybe Huck had heard something that might have gotten him killed--
I-I'm sorry. W-Who is this guy?
He didn't give me his name.
And his voice sounded strange,
like it was disguised or-or filtered or something.
- He said he was afraid. - Afraid of what?
Huck was a driver for Gold Coast Armored Trucking.
The day before he died,
he mentioned that he thought something shady was going on at work.
These trucks, they transfer a lot of cash.
And-And he thought that someone might be skimming,
stealing a little here and there.
Did he say who?
I don't know if he knew or didn't wanna say.
But the next day, he-he was gone.
Do you think the guy that was skimming killed Huck
and then made it look like an accident?
And the guy that called you, is there any way to reach him?
No, the number was blocked.
But he was the one who gave me your name.
I'm sorry, what?
He said he had been thinking about hiring a PI himself,
found your website, said he was sorry.
That if he wasn't such a coward, he'd be the one calling you himself.
New special. Key lime cold brew.
Tell me what you think.
I think I'm good.
Suit yourself.
Mmm.
Mmm. Like a... [slurps] ...beer and an all-purpose cleaner had a baby.
Ooh. H-Hold on. Hold... Whoa, whoa, who's the brunette?
What, you been out meeting cuties at someone else's bar?
No, it's my, uh, new client. Rachel. Her boyfriend drowned.
Police ruled it accidental, but...
She ruled otherwise.
Exactly. Boyfriend, Huck, drove armored trucks.
She thinks he found out somebody he worked with was skimming
and paid the price.
You still have that paint gun?
You know what a non sequitur is?
I'm gonna go by there in the morning,
and depending on how friendly they wanna be, I might need a little help.
Oh.
- Oh. I'm leaning on my keys? - No, actually, I think that's my car.
What the hell?
Guess Levi finally got released from Apalachee.
Oh, R.J., t-this is bad. Levi Brenner.
Last time you two tangled, didn't he... didn't he promise to...
Show my brains their first sunrise? Yeah, he did.
Well, are you at least gonna tell me why you're stealing my luggage?
Yeah, guy I did time with, Levi Brenner, he just got out of Apalachee.
He, uh, decided to pay me a visit this morning.
Threw a brick through my car window.
Well, that's not good.
But I don't understand. Why-Why do you have to move?
Well, if he comes looking for me again, he ain't gonna find me here.
Not with you and Sofia and Mel.
I appreciate that. But if he's that big a threat, what about you?
Oh, I'll be fine.
This was always meant to be temporary anyway.
You wanna at least tell me what this guy's problem with you is?
I'm pretty sure he blames me for getting nine months tacked on to his sentence.
Because I did.
Whoa. R.J., are you like a jailhouse snitch?
No, it's nothing like that.
Wish, he had this friend on kitchen duty, Gordy.
Sweet old lifer. Kept to himself. Happy guy.
Until Levi started beating him up, really just for sport.
And I started to get worried Levi was gonna kill him.
I got him to punch me in front of one of the guards.
I figured he'd get solitary.
What I didn't know is that he was already sitting on two strikes with the warden.
So they extended his sentence.
Yeah, nine months.
Now he's out and he's ready to give birth to a hate baby. Wish's words.
So where are you gonna stay?
Oh.
I'm going home.
Wow, it's really...
something.
It was a lot nicer before it, uh, fell into the sinkhole.
Okay, not a lot nicer.
I mean, it still looks like you have a few repairs left.
Yeah, well, I had to take it out of the shop a scooch earlier than I expected.
Y-You're sure your dad's okay with letting me crash here?
- I decided he doesn't need to know. - Oh.
I mean, he hasn't set foot on a job site since he got elected in 2014.
I mean, I may not have officially inherited the family business yet,
but trust me, all of the headaches are already mine.
- You want a tour. I can tell. - Call it morbid curiosity.
Come on.
That's quite a smell you've discovered.
So, uh, what's the rush to move back in here anyway? Trouble at home?
No, I figured it was just... It was time.
Mm-hmm.
Where is the damn tape?
I don't think tape is going to save this place.
Actually, it's for a... for a case, maybe.
I got it.
Are you sure this thing is safe?
Everyone's always so worried about me.
Oh. Can't imagine why.
Um...
Yeah.
- I'm gonna leave now. - Okay.
So if you could just... You know?
Absolutely.
- Yeah. - Excuse me.
Try not to die tonight.
I will do my best.
Here we are. Right this way.
- Oh. Thank you so much. - No problem.
Mr. Verone. R.J. Decker.
I, uh, left you a message.
You're looking into what happened to Huck Evans.
Yeah, I'm looking into the possibility that Huck was murdered.
Day before he died, he told my client that he was having problems here at work.
That mean anything to you?
No. What sort of problems?
Well, he thought someone might be skimming off the back of your trucks.
No. No way.
I-I'm just trying to get a feel for Huck's world here.
Like the... Who he drove with, the routes they worked, that kind of stuff.
Excuse me. I can't give you that kind of information.
Oh, shoot.
Uh. Spam alert. Decline.
Sorry. You were saying?
- We're a security company. - Yeah.
We move cash and valuables.
You can't just waltz in here...
...and expect us to share information about our employees, our routes.
Look, we...
Well, I know, I understand. I really do. I understand. I just...
If I could just ask you a few more questions, it'd be very helpful for me.
Boss, something's going on. I think you need to check it out.
Look, I'm gonna need you to wait out here.
- Out here? Oh, okay. - Yeah. Right here.
- Right here? - Yeah.
It's all of 'em.
Whoa. Check it out. Someone took out the security camera.
- What is going on? - It's the cars, boss.
Well, turn them off.
Kill your alarms.
The things I do for that man.
- What are we doing here? - I'm trying to get it off.
- Well, look, I need them turned off. - I'm turning off...
You've got your hands full. I'll come back another time.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Are you pressing the button?
I can't believe you managed to get all this.
Yeah, well, you said Huck thought someone at work was stealing.
If he was onto something that got him killed...
I-I wanted to look at everyone that he worked with.
Uh, a few names stood out.
- Uh, tell me if any sound familiar. - Okay.
So first up we've got Bart, Huck's old boss.
The fleet manager.
Didn't love the questions I was asking. It doesn't make him a killer, but...
Yeah, sorry. I-I don't think Huck ever mentioned him.
Okay. My favorite is Tater McLeod.
This guy.
He rode shotgun with Huck for years.
He quit the day after Huck died.
Now, that could be a coincidence
or maybe he got nervous Huck was onto whatever he was doing,
he killed him and then left the company.
Yeah, I-I didn't know Tater quit.
So you knew him?
Not really.
Uh, he introduced himself at Huck's funeral
and offered to help me pack up Huck's apartment and I took him up on it.
What?
Just maybe he wanted to look through Huck's things.
See if Huck had any evidence of wrongdoing.
Say you're right. What do we do now?
Tater McLeod, hello!
Somebody there?
Tater, my name's R.J. Decker. I'm a private investigator.
- Sorry, one sec. - Sure.
- This baby's a beast. - It's a nice machine.
- Looks new. - Yeah, I got it just last week.
I hear you right? You said you were a--
Big-ticket item for someone that just quit his job.
Now, who told you I just quit my job?
I'd like to ask you a few questions about your old partner, Huck Evans.
I'm looking into the possibility his death, it wasn't an accident.
That someone at Gold Coast killed him
when he found out they were skimming cash from the back of a truck.
For reals?
For reals, Tater. Real reals.
You pay cash for this?
I did, but my grandma gave me the cash.
That's why her name's written on the side there.
Me and Huck, we were boys, you know?
When we were on that truck, I had his back and he had mine.
Losing Huck really messed me up.
It's like YOLO, you know?
- YOLO. - Mm-hmm.
I didn't want to get back on the truck without him, so I quit.
I bought this. It's what he would have wanted.
He knew it was always my dream to be a watercraft stuntman.
I'm sor... A what now?
You know, like the ones they got in them big theme park shows.
Come on, I'll show you.
Whoo-hoo!
I'm gonna jump three barrels and straight through this next Saturday in Lake Sylvia.
Come see if I'm lying.
Okay.
Right, yeah. Uh...
Well, if someone at Gold Coast did have sticky fingers,
my money would be on a guy named Nestor Salazar.
- Why is that? - Uh, rumors, you know?
Like he was, uh, using the trucks to run coke.
- He did like his bling. - Hmm.
Maybe he was paying for it with money that wasn't his.
Heard someone was here for me.
Outside.
Well, if it ain't my old pal.
How'd you track me down so quick?
- Trade secret. - Oh, I forgot. You're a gumshoe now.
Solved the case of the brick through your window yet?
You know, believe it or not, Levi, I'm not here about what you did to my car.
- Hmm. - I'm here to make things right.
I never meant for you to get an extra nine months.
Ah. It's ancient history.
Yeah, I'm on the straight and narrow now, same as you.
I think we can both agree it's a tricky road to walk.
I just don't think we need to be doing it side by side.
I know you have six months left in this halfway house.
I know it's a hellhole.
I asked my conditional release officer to make some calls.
Turns out there's an open bed in Jacksonville.
- Mmm. - Single rooms, longer sign-out hours.
I heard they even have ice cream Fridays.
"Sorry about stealing nine months of your life. Here's a vanilla cone."
Well, it comes with a lead on a warehouse job, Levi.
- Mmm. Mmm. - It pays good. It pays real good.
You accept the transfer,
you and I, we never have to see each other ever again.
- It's a generous offer. - It is.
A few days ago, I might have taken you up on it, but now, I don't know.
Fort Lauderdale is my kind of town. The sun, the ladies.
I don't think I'm going anywhere.
You go take that.
I got stuff to do.
Mr. Decker, I saw you at Gold Coast Trucking.
I'm glad Rachel reached out to you. I wish I could help, but I'm scared.
Huck was onto something. I know it had to do with The Gator Hole.
It's a gas station off I-75. I hope you find answers there.
- Hey. - Hey, how you doing?
- Good. How are you doing? - Good.
Let me ask you something. The name Huck Evans mean anything to you?
Uh...
You know, I had a friend named Huck once, uh, back in '66, first day of third grade.
Uh, sorry. Different Huck. Armored truck driver.
Oh, then, in that case, no.
Okay, well-- Excuse me.
Mm-hmm.
- Hey, what's up? - R.J., did you come back?
- I mean, are you at the house right now? - No. Why?
Hold on.
You two, with me.
Wait, w-was that Mel? What's going on?
Yeah, the power's out and the front door's open.
She called for backup. I-I just thought that maybe you came back.
No, it wasn't me.
Take her and get in the car, okay? Everything's gonna be fine.
R.J., I have to go.
Cath, stay on the line, Cath.
God.
Room on the left, clear it.
Upstairs, clear.
I got nothing. You?
No, you should clear the backyard too.
But they spilled this when they were here.
It's dry now. I think they're long gone.
- Hey, Mel. - Hey, everyone's safe.
Catherine took Sofia to a hotel for the night.
Power was cut. Cameras were out.
If anything was taken, I haven't noticed it yet.
It doesn't feel like your typical burglary.
It's my fault. I mean, I know who did this.
Levi Brenner. Catherine told me all about him.
He must have started following me the minute he got out,
tailed me here one night.
Mel, I am so sorry.
We're coming up empty.
No prints, no witnesses.
We wouldn't have probable cause,
but I'd be happy to go question this guy if--
It's all right, I'll handle it myself.
I'm gonna come with you.
Uh, thanks, but no, I plan to make it very clear
that my family has nothing to do with this little vendetta against you.
I don't need you standing right next to me when I do.
Mel, you don't know this guy.
I'm not asking.
Levi Brenner.
I'm Detective Mel Abreu, but you already knew that.
I need a word.
Found what you were looking for?
- Sorry? - You tossed my house earlier tonight,
so I'll ask again.
Whatever it was you wanted, did you find it?
Or were you just sending a message?
I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know who you are.
Right. And you didn't vandalize R.J. Decker's car...
- Ah. - ...yesterday either?
He sent you?
No, you did when you broke into a house where my daughter sleeps.
I've been here all night.
There's a whole room of guys who'll confirm it.
That one of the amenities here at the Alibi Inn?
Everybody lies for everybody else?
Let me be clear.
Whatever problem you have with R.J., he doesn't live in my house.
And if you ever come near my family again,
I promise prison isn't where I'll be sending you.
You know, this is starting to feel a lot like harassment.
We done here?
♪ Who you gonna hand it all to? ♪
That's the paperwork you texted about?
Our foreman at the job site took a closer look at your trailer.
It's making him nervous.
So, company lawyers would feel better if you signed these.
It says we're not liable if the roof caves in and kills you.
It says it a lot. Again and again.
Very clearly.
You look like hell.
Yeah, I didn't... I didn't sleep last night.
- New case? - Old problem.
This guy I did time with, he just got out.
He's the real reason I moved back into my trailer.
♪ Just believe it comes back around ♪
He broke into Catherine's house last night. He trashed the place.
Are they okay?
A little ticked at me, I think, but, yeah, they're okay.
Are you okay?
Prison, it's everything you've heard it is, a few things you haven't.
And when you're in there, all you think about is getting out.
What you don't think about is how after you do...
prison might come out after you.
The guy who broke in, is he at least under arrest?
No, he didn't leave any evidence behind.
My building.
It has a doorman, two full-time security guys.
You can stay there if you want.
- With you? - On the couch.
Very on the couch.
I'll be okay, and I'll get these signed.
I will, but I have to go give a client some bad news.
Rachel, how you doing? I-I'm sorry I'm running late.
Nestor Salazar, he isn't our guy.
He, uh, has an alibi for the night Huck died.
But w-we can talk through next steps when I get to your house.
R.J., wait, I-I'm not there.
I'm way across town now.
I don't know if this was a goose chase or what.
I'm sorry, what do you mean?
I got another call from the unknown number.
- The guy with the filtered voice. - Yeah?
He left me a voicemail
and he told me to come meet him at an empanada truck at Loggerhead Beach.
Told me to come alone, but I'm here, and... nobody.
I-I don't know if he got scared or--
Yeah. I-I got a message too yesterday.
Um, he said he was happy you reached out,
but then he sent me to some gas station off I-75,
but I didn't find anything.
R.J., I'm scared.
What have I gotten us into?
So, your gross pickle chips and, uh, what else?
A second bag for you. You're not sharing mine this time.
Hey, anybody home? I need a hundred on pump two.
Hands up! Do it now!
Hands up! Don't touch that. Get on the ground!
- All right-- - Get down!
Don't move! Don't move!
Ollie, I have to ask.
This wouldn't be the first armored truck robbery to turn out to be an inside job.
You don't think I did this?
After the news broke, I was contacted by an associate
who thinks whoever robbed you had inside information.
That the perps knew exactly where your truck would be and when.
He thinks at least one other Gold Coast employee knew what was coming.
Did you know Huck Evans?
The guy who drowned, yeah.
We're not so sure his death was an accident.
Seriously?
Listen, if it was somebody at the company,
I-I swear I don't know anything.
Please, I...
I can barely breathe.
We watch the training videos. We do the exercises.
But nobody tells you what it's like to have a gun in your face.
I freaking wet myself a little.
Sit tight.
We're gonna get you another ice pack.
And maybe some pants.
I don't think that's a mastermind in there.
No, well, at least he wasn't crying. I wanted to give that other guard a hug.
Look, you sold me. Your case and this one, they're connected.
But if those guys didn't leak the route, how did Huck Evans
and your mystery caller hear about a plan to rip off that truck?
Hey, guys, over here.
Which is exactly where the dive team found her,
three miles off of Sugar Land Key, buried under hundreds of years of silt.
Ms. Lang is a curator at the Florida Frontier Museum.
She was just telling me what's in the stolen truck.
- Oh. - Wait. That's what was taken?
Yes, gold doubloons.
S-Sorry, doubloons?
Doubloons.
Legend has it the treasure belonged to Captain Silas Blackwood,
a wedding present to his pirate bride in 1622.
Okay, I'm sorry, are you saying we're looking for actual stolen pirate treasure?
Well, the Santa Reynaldo shipwreck exhibit was our main attraction.
It was such a hit, it was going on tour.
We've already shipped the structural remains,
but the centerpiece was the gold, and now it's gone.
How much are we talking?
Just over 5,000 coins.
$8 million of pure gold.
Sorry.
Abreu.
R.J., someone's here to see you.
So, this is what Huck knew?
He found out that someone was planning this robbery
and then they... they killed him over it?
The person that's been calling us, Mr. X,
he-he, uh... he sent me to the same gas station the other night.
Why didn't he just say this was going to happen?
He kept just hinting, and now another innocent person is dead.
Obviously he had reason to be scared.
Hopefully this is enough to get him to come forward.
And if he does, so what?
The people who did this, they got what they wanted.
They're long gone by now.
As far as I'm concerned, Mr. X can go to hell.
That's right, Dana.
A targeted robbery left...
...one person dead and an armored truck stolen.
Police say two masked suspects stole the Gold Coast armored truck.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hi.
Fully executed copy of that liability waiver.
...was found dead inside the store...
- Okay. Come on in. - ...before officers arrived on the scene.
Thanks. I appreciate it. Why didn't you just, um...
email it to me?
Maybe I wanted to make sure
your old prison buddy hadn't set fire to the place.
Right. Well, um, Catherine's wife, I told you she's FLPD, right?
She paid him a visit. Any luck, he's keeping his head down.
Good, good. I'm glad.
Yeah, it's good. It's good.
I was just about to make some dinner if you're hungry or whatever.
Do you always brush your teeth before you eat?
No, I don't. I don't do that.
I was just, mmm, you know, making sure you feel welcome.
'Cause you are, you know? Welcome.
- Sorry. Shoot, uh, give me a second. - Yep. Mm-hmm.
- Hey, what's up? - Armored truck turned up.
The gold is gone. All surfaces got wiped down or torched.
So nothing that might give us an ID?
Check your texts. It's the reason I'm calling.
Okay.
Odds are that's all the clothing they wore for the job.
But you see that bit of fabric that didn't burn completely?
Hold up. Um...
Yeah?
Tell me that pattern doesn't look familiar.
Yeah, Cath bought me a shirt just like it.
Any chance it was in our house when Levi Brenner broke in?
Uh, I'm gonna call you back. I'm gonna call you back.
W-What is it?
I own a shirt with that exact pattern. Um. Uh...
Can you look in the closet? I need to find it.
Are you gonna tell me what's going on or what?
Just look everywhere, I wore it just the other day.
Okay. Um...
Uh...
Are those...
Yeah. Doubloons.
I'm being framed for an armored truck heist and a murder.
Levi Brenner.
Guess we should've known that brick through your window
wouldn't be the end of it.
Would you believe on some level I'm actually impressed?
Think of all the bad facts he has stacked against me.
I'm an ex-con.
I recently visited the offices of Gold Coast Armored Trucking.
Uh-huh.
I was at the gas station where the heist went down,
and now the police have a piece of a shirt with my DNA on it.
Yeah, all's left is to call in some anonymous tip,
tell them to look in your direction.
I don't even think he has to do that.
Once the police start asking questions at Gold Coast,
my name's gonna pop up on their radar.
Wish, what are you doing? W-What the hell are you looking for?
Doubloons.
- Doubloons? What? - What? What?
Me and you are known associates, brother.
You said that you gave yours to your-your lady friend?
They're not my doubloons. I just asked her to stash 'em for me.
So, at least I managed to short-circuit that part of Levi's plan.
Well, maybe you should be the one who calls in an anonymous tip.
Tell the cops to pay a visit to old Levi.
Mm-mmm.
Before I came here, I went to his place where he's staying
and he's gone. He's probably in Mexico by now.
No, what I really need to do is identify his partner.
Guy he did the heist with tonight,
same one you think's been leaving all those messages with the robot voice.
Yeah, I mean, he did a lot more than that.
He had to be the one that killed Huck Evans.
Levi was still in prison when Huck died.
In other words, you're looking for an hombre as bad, if not badder than Levi.
Whoever he is, he killed Huck, then he called Huck's girlfriend,
suggested that she hire me to start looking into it, and that part's key.
Frame-up doesn't work if I'm not out there poking around.
Well, two questions. What's the next step? How do I help?
You don't. Police come looking, I don't want you there.
As far as next steps...
I don't know. All I keep thinking is just go back to where it all started.
You're up early.
After last night, you really think I got any sleep?
Yeah, sorry about that.
I wasn't sure if I'd get you when I called or some cop in an evidence room.
As far as I can tell, the police aren't onto me yet.
So, where are you?
I'm back at the spot where my client's boyfriend was killed.
What are you hoping to find?
I don't know.
Maybe something that wasn't here the last time.
Ooh.
- Hot. Okay, now me. - Okay.
Excuse me, sorry to bother you. Um, is this your boat?
Yeah, why? You like what you see?
It's very nice. It's just, I didn't notice it when I was here the other day.
Is this your slip, or y'all just passing through?
This is home.
Usually we're out before sunrise because that's when the big fish bite.
Mm-hmm. Size matters.
Yes. Uh, so are you anchored here overnight?
Yeah, sure.
What about this? Is this for security?
- Uh, no. - No, hon, it's for clicks.
We post all of our big hauls online.
We're like "fin-fluencers," you know?
Mm-hmm.
Is it motion-activated?
Uh, hard drive's good for, like, three months.
- Usually we just leave it running. - Mm-hmm.
'Cause hitting record is the last thing you want to have to think about
when a big boy hits the line.
Would you mind showing me some of your footage?
Angle's no good, but...
Do you hear that?
Yeah, footsteps.
Two sets, right?
The guy you said died and the guy who--
Drowned him. Mm-hmm.
Hell yes, I'm drunk.
You're the... You're the one who kept ordering shots.
Hey!
Please.
Let me up.
The guy who did it, did you ever hear his voice?
I mean, we can listen to it one more time, but no, I don't think so.
I think we should just call it in. Use the voice.
Tell the cops R.J. hit that truck and be done with it.
Be patient, baby.
We've gone to all this trouble.
It's gonna work.
You're always so sure, aren't you, Rachel?
'Cause I'm a genius.
His car is here. I don't see any cops.
You sure this is a good idea?
Yeah, he said he had an update.
Huck's grieving girlfriend would want an update, don't you think?
Keep it short and sweet.
Cops could swarm his ass any second. You don't want to be there if they do.
Hello.
- Thanks for coming. How are you doing? - Yeah, of course, I'm okay.
Good, good, good. Come on in.
So, you-you said you had some news.
I do, yeah.
I think I know who killed Huck.
Tater McLeod.
- He seemed so sweet. - Yeah.
W-What makes you think it was him?
Same reasons I liked him from the beginning.
He quit his job at Gold Coast right after Huck died,
and his finances, they don't add up a-at all.
And I talked to his neighbors this morning.
Nobody's seen him since that armored truck was robbed.
- Wow. - Yeah.
Uh, have you told the police at all, or...
I can't go to the cops just yet. I need more proof.
But, Rachel, I promise, I'm gonna get him for what he did.
We good?
He's got no clue.
We can go now?
Baby, please, we got this place paid up till noon.
Hello.
Hey, it's R.J. Uh, can you put Levi on?
I'm sorry?
Actually, you might just want to lie down on the floor with your hands on your head.
It's... It's over, Rachel.
No, no, no. Damn it.
I had a friend plant this when we were inside the bar.
Yeah. That's how we caught you two lovebirds.
Please, you don't understand.
Levi made me do it. He said that if I didn't--
Save it. I managed to get audio from the night Huck died.
Yeah, there were two sets of footsteps on that creaky dock.
One heavy, one much lighter.
I knew it couldn't have been Tater because he's Huck's size,
so it got me thinking smaller.
It occurred to me, the night you canceled our meeting
left me without an alibi for the time of the robbery.
And so I had the police check Apalachee's records.
Turned out the whole time Levi was in prison, the whole time,
he only ever had one visitor.
You.
Oh. Before you go.
Have fun in prison.
Congrats on not getting sent back to prison.
That's the third time I've heard that today.
Hallmark needs to make a card.
Take these, please.
I've been a wreck ever since you gave them to me.
Well, I know a museum curator who'd be very happy to have these back.
I appreciate it, and I owe you one.
Well, I'd ask for a drink,
but the other night you offered me a whole dinner, so...
In case you're free tonight...
Well, a-actually, I already have a date.
What? No, it's Levi Brenner.
He wants to flip on some old associates for a better deal,
but he'll only talk to me.
- Mmm. - So, um...
rain check?
We'll see.
We shall see.
Well, you look pleased with yourself.
Well, I helped send a huge piece of crap and his girlfriend to prison today, so...
You told the police you had some information you wanted to share?
Well, I mean, that may have been a, uh, slight exaggeration.
Yeah, I kind of figured.
But you know, by all means, whatever threats you've been working on
these last few hours, lay it on me.
Later, I'm sure I'll be very scared.
Other night, I got paid a visit by your cop friend, Abreu.
Pretended like I didn't know her.
But I did.
Rachel, see, she did some reconnaissance on you and yours
- before I got out of Apalachee. - Yeah, of course she did.
How else would you know to break into their house?
I didn't break in. Neither did Rachel.
You're a bad liar, Levi. You stole my shirt that night--
Took your shirt from your trailer, genius, same night I planted those gold coins.
That house where your pretty ex-wife lives
with her pretty new wife and their pretty little daughter?
Never come within miles of it.
That's bull.
Have the cops check our cell phone records.
Talk to the guys at the halfway house. You'll see.
I'm telling the truth.
Not a habit of mine, I'll admit, but...
gotta say, this time...
mmm...
feels good.
That's the look I wanted to see.
That one right there.
You go home now, old buddy.
You tell 'em.
They're in someone else's crosshairs now.