02x01 - The Point of Us Breaking

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[R.J.] Previously on R.J. Decker…

I'm not a cop. I'm a PI.
I'm also an ex-con.

Eighteen months, Apalachee.

A sinkhole opened up
outside your window three weeks ago,

and you didn't come to stay with us then?

You can stay here one week
and then you go.

I saw you having drinks with Emi Ochoa
and you looked friendly.

We haven't had a chance to talk
about what happened the other night.

No, we have not.

A friend suggested the other day
you may have ties to organized crime.

You want me out of office

but it would be a mistake,
because you're right,

I do have dangerous friends.

[boat horn blows]

-Excuse me.
-I beg your pardon, ma'am?

You sort of walked
right into me there, sir.

I guess you should've moved then.

[Catherine] I should've moved?

If I were you,
I'd think about moving right about now.

-You wanna see me move?
-[scoffs]

Fine. I'll move.

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-[R.J.] Some nice moves out there.
-Oh, yeah, they were great, right?

No, no, no, no, no. Not them. You.

You got, like, what, four or five wallets,
tennis bracelet,

a bunch of stuff out of the shopping bags.

I'm a PI.

My client, she got home
from a shopping trip a few weeks back

and realized she was missing
a watch her late mom gave her.

So I looked into it,
realized what happened to her

was happening all over the city.

Dozens of people were
being relieved of their valuables

while they were out shopping.

-Oh, that sucks, but I gotta...
-Yeah, well, I noticed this pattern.

The thefts all coincided
with the sudden appearances of dance mobs,

dance mobs that were, in fact,
organized online by you.

Not that the dancers had any idea
you were using them to commit crimes.

See, I had a couple of friends
who signed up. That's how I…

That's how I knew to be here today,
to take pictures of you in the act.

See that guy over there?

Yeah, you already know
he's not a construction worker.

And he doesn't work for UPS,

but see those two cops, boom and boom…

Very real.

Bro, are we doing this or what?

[g*ns c*ck]

Bro, you're forgetting something?

Your pants, bro, they're still on.
Let's go!

[tires screech]

[bandit] Everybody, down on the ground,

-hands on heads, now!
-[people screaming]

I said down on the ground.

Fill this! No surprises.

Babe, my eyes are up here.

[siren wailing]

[horns honking]

[tires screeching]

[Catherine]
Glad to be back at Fraggle Rock?

How could I not be?

Okay, relax. No one's gonna bite you.

What about those two?

Oh, yeah, that's Tebow. He's harmless.

The other one, though, yeah, she's new.

I'll keep an eye out.

Have you heard from Emi lately?

What?

-She said she needed some time.
-It's been almost two months.

Since her father was m*rder*d, it has.

I mean, would you be over
something like that in two months?

I'm just saying, before he was k*lled,

everyone used to just whisper
about Victor Ochoa being corrupt.

Now they're shouting it.

People in my line of work
are starting to wonder

what Emi knew and when she knew it.

Okay, but me not giving her
the space she needs, that helps her how?

Anyway, the, uh, task force
the DA's office put together

to help figure out who k*lled Victor,

did Mel happen to mention
if they're onto any new leads?

I'll have to ask her.

She's been working
a pretty big case of her own.

Oh, yeah? How big?

Not big, or I don't know, maybe average.

I can really only compare to my husband.

[Mel] Well, I'm asking
about the face of the man

that handed you the bags, the face.

I know his head is mostly covered,
but maybe you caught his eye color,

location of, uh, a mole or a tattoo.

Sorry, no, just… the other stuff.

-Your federal tax dollars at work.
-[Mel sighs]

You'd think the worst part
about having to work with the FBI

would be watching them take all the credit
after we do all the work,

but no, it turns out it's the vaping.

Smoking at a crime scene,
not very professional.

That's it? That's all you have to say?

What do you want me to say?

Something, I don't know, more Mel,
something mean, but funny,

but not at my expense for once.

[sighs] These are bank robberies.

You and I are homicide detectives.
Why are we even here?

Because your closing rates are good,

not great, but good.

But that's okay.
You can leave great to the FBI.

Agent Scully,
if you're looking for Mulder,

you can just follow
the toxic trail of heated aerosols.

Not that we aren't all enjoying
the unholy scent of banana cranberry.

Actually, Special Agent Clark's
signature flavor is banana walnut,

but I wasn't looking for him.

I was wondering if after
five bank robberies in five weeks,

you two finally found something
that can help us ID

the Bottomless Bandits.

You know, well, their MO continues

to be a pretty effective way
of drawing attention from their faces.

Obviously, there's still
the security footage to comb through,

but odds are we aren't gonna see
anything we haven't seen before.

I have to go make a statement.

I will be sure to mention

that the Bureau can only work
with what it's got.

Let's go.

-[phone rings]
-[R.J.] Hey, Magic Mike,

you see you were in one of the pics
Catherine used for her article?

I did, but that's not why I'm calling.

A guy just came into the bar
asking for you,

said you two did some time at Apalachee

after yours truly got exonerated.

Stevie Marsh.

Oh, yeah, Stevie, yeah, yeah, yeah,
he's a good kid.

He must've just gotten out.

Well, if he did,
he obviously did some celebrating tonight.

Showed up drunker than a boiled owl.

He's in the men's room now,

making some sounds
that are not good for business.

If it was anyone else, I'd call the cops,

but seeing as how we're all alumni
of the same university…

Yeah, yeah, you don't wanna see him
get violated back. I get it.

Come get your boy, would you?

[grunting]

[knocking on door]

Stevie.

[Stevie] R.J., that you?

[R.J.] Yeah, it sure is.

[Stevie] I like your buddy's place.

I remember it from the email you sent
that one time.

Uh-huh?
Yeah, he said you were looking for me.

[Stevie] I was. I-I am.

-I need your help, R.J.
-[toilet flushes]

I broke, like, a bunch of laws today.

[coughs]
Aye, aye, aye, chill, chill, chill, man!

Yo, what was that for?

-Ah! Aye, okay, stop, stop, stop.
-Hey.

Last night before you passed out,
you said you broke a bunch of laws.

Please tell me you were kidding.

I can't. I'm in a lot of trouble, R.J.

[exhales]

I got out last week,

and I'm not even home a day
before this old pal shows up, Chip.

He said he heard that I got out
and that we should celebrate,

but it was… it was kind of weird

'cause I ain't seen this dude
in, like, years.

Next thing I know, it's morning.

Chip comes back to my house,
shows me this video,

and it's of me drinking beers
and taking shots and…

-[sighs]
-…all types of stuff

that'll violate my conditional release.

He says I have to do him this favor,
or he's gonna send the video to my CRO.

What kind of favor?

[sighs] So, you remember
what they put me away for, right?

Mm-hmm. Speeding.

Instead of pulling over,
you led the police on a four-hour chase.

Yeah, and Chip said
I had you-know-what's of steel.

[R.J. chuckles]

And that he needed
somebody like that to drive him

and a couple of his friends someplace.

Someplace? What someplace?

A bank.

Stevie, tell me Chip and his pals
aren't those guys robbing banks

without their pants on.

Stevie. [sighs]

Listen, Chip swore
he would delete the video

once the job was done, but he didn't.

He said I did good,
and he wanted me to drive for him again,

but I can't do that, R.J.

I mean, I don't wanna do that.
I can't go back to Apalachee.

Okay, then we gotta do what
you should've done in the first place.

We gotta go to the cops.
We gotta tell them everything.

-Oh, no, no.
-Stevie, we got to.

No, I don't trust the cops. I trust you.

That's why I need you to help me
get this phone, so I can destroy it.

We got bigger problems
than some damn video.

We got three bank robbers
who will give you up as their driver

if they're caught without your help.

Now, see, I already thought of that.

You know those first four jobs
that they did? [chuckles]

I was still in Apalachee.

If they tell the cops I was a part
of their team, they're gonna look stupid.

Listen, the only thing
that can hurt me is that video.

Look, I get it.

But these guys, they're… they're…
they're using as*ault r*fles, okay?

It's only a matter of time
before they hurt someone.

Listen, you owe me, R.J!

I just need you to do
this one thing for me, okay?

Just this one thing,
and I promise, we all square.

This guy, Chip, he got a last name?

[Bill] This is insane.

They're hosting a meeting
in our conference room for our bosses,

presenting all of our work.

Maybe we should be grateful.

Our work hasn't gotten us any closer
to identifying the Bandits. [blows]

I think it's time
you tell me what's going on.

You've been very accommodating
to our federal friends,

which is weird because you're not
an accommodating person.

[clicks tongue, scoffs]

They're treating us like the help,
so why are you being so cool about it?

This actually isn't the first time
Winwood and I have worked together.

Five years ago, I had just made detective.
This kidnap-for-ransom went down.

I got assigned to it,
she got assigned to it.

The case, it lasted a few weeks,
worked out in the end.

But in the middle,
we sort of hooked up one night.

-You got interdepartmental with her?
-Mm-hmm.

It was not the best,

which is why
when she texted me a few weeks later,

I sort of didn't write back, ever.

That's why she asked for us.

That's why she's been bossing us around,
because you ghosted her.

It was a mistake. I'm not proud.

If she needs to do a little big footing
to feel better about herself,

fine, I can hack it.

So can you.

Is someone baking in here?

It smells like banana muffins.
What's going on?

You familiar with the Bottomless Bandits?

Yeah, yeah, sure.
They're, uh, bank robbers, right?

Thanks to them, we've had
a very special guest the last few weeks.

One of them is a serial vapist.

Hence the bullpen smelling like
banana walnut and lung disease.

Now, what do you need?

I got hired to look into a guy
named, uh, Chip Lankershim.

My client thinks he has a rap sheet.

I was hoping
it might include a current address.

Walk with me.

Yeah.

[♪ Spanish music playing on radio]

If someone had bet me you knew
how to fix a car, I would've lost.

How'd you find me?

Investigative reporter, remember?
I investigated.

I heard you'd dropped off the grid.

It occurred to me maybe you went
to crash with your brother.

This is his place, right?

Yep. His place, his car.

He said I could use them both
while he works as a deckhand

on some superyacht for a few weeks.

What he didn't say was that
this thing hasn't started for months.

Not that I'm gonna drive anywhere.
[chuckles]

I can't go a hundred feet
without someone asking me for an interview

about my very corrupt,
very m*rder*d father.

I just needed something to do.

I'm not giving you an interview either.

Oh, I-I don't want one.

Just came to see how you were doing.

Did I miss a memo or something?

I didn't think you liked me very much.

I didn't like certain things you had done,

and then you did certain other things,
those things I did like.

Uh, listen, I thought if I did find you,
um, maybe you could use these.

Groceries. Nothing sexy.

Just a few things
that might spare you a trip to the market.

If you need anything else,

even if it's just someone to talk to,
my… my card's inside.

[sighs]

[Stevie] You're still mad at me, huh?

I had to look my friend in the eye,
my cop friend,

and not tell her I knew
how to catch the Bottomless Bandits.

So, yeah. I'm still mad.

Look, I told you,
once we get Chip's phone,

you can bring her straight to him.

-And you're sure that's Chip's car, yeah?
-I'm positive.

Yeah, and that car over there

definitely belongs
to one of the other guys of the crew.

So all three of the Bandits
could be inside

with all three of their as*ault r*fles.
Is that what you're saying?

I mean, maybe. I don't know.

We've been out here
for what, five-something hours,

and we ain't seen nothing.

Listen, Chip and the owner of that car,

they're probably in there
knocked out cold.

So we could just, you know,

sneak in there, take the phone,
sneak back out.

All right. 'Cause breaking and entering,
it's so easy, right?

I mean, I don't know. You the PI.

[huffs]

[rattles]

[lock clicks]

[metal scrapes]

[phone chiming]

[panting]

[phone rings]

-Hey.
-[R.J.] Hey.

-I got good news, and I got some bad news.
-Okay.

Good news is, I think I may have
just found the Bottomless Bandits.

Bad news is,

they're dead.

[♪ Somber music playing]

[Chip on recording] What do you say,
Stevie? You ready to go home?

[Stevie on recording] Home?
No, never. Never home.

I don't know. We live here now. [chuckles]

[Chip] What do you think
of the police, Stevie?

They suck.

[Mel] I assume you held it up
to the owner's face to unlock it?

You think a b*llet to the head would be
a problem for facial recognition, but no.

And the thing is, it-it does support
what Stevie's been saying.

That he was blackmailed
into helping the Bandits, Mel.

-I mean, it does.
-You might find this hard to believe,

but I don't give a damn
about whether he was blackmailed.

I give a damn about you
coming into my bullpen today,

looking me in the eye, and not saying
a single word about any of this.

You should be in the back of that car
with your buddy.

-Give me a break, Mel.
-No, I told you I had feds on this case.

And if they both weren't
in Delray Beach tonight

going after a lead that's obviously wrong…

-I'm sorry. I get that I screwed up...
-No, you don't, R.J. But you know what?

The next time that you come to me
for anything, you will. Believe it.

He saved my life, Mel.

Back at Apalachee, he saved my life.
Probably.

Look, you-you know
how I wasn't really cut out for prison.

Well, he really wasn't cut out.

I was worried he wasn't gonna last a week.
So I-I took him under my wing.

I told him what to do, what not to do.
Same kind of stuff Wish did for me.

I did it for a few other guys.

The thing is,
not all those guys were white,

which, go figure, was a problem
for some other guys.

Specifically,
other guys in the Aryan Brotherhood.

Well, one of them decided
to do something about it

one day in the yard.

Stevie saw it coming. I didn't.

He got in the way
and ended up taking a shiv to the abdomen

about two dozen times.

He was still in the hospital
two weeks later when I got released.

He is a good kid, Mel.
He does not deserve to go back.

I'll point out to the feds
that even with the Bandits dead,

it's a break in the investigation.

The new investigation, of course,
is gonna be into who k*lled them and why.

But that's tomorrow's problem.

Meantime, you gonna go tell Stevie what
else you found on this phone, or am I?

-[sighs] Hey.
-I told you we couldn't go to the cops.

I knew this would happen.

Stevie, there's no way
I wasn't going to the cops.

There's three dead bodies in there.

Watch.
They're gonna try to pin this all on me.

No, no, no.
The coroner says they were k*lled

between 8:00 and 10:00 this morning.
You were with me. That's verifiable.

You're supposed to be my friend, man.
You're supposed to help me.

-I am trying to help...
-Man, look at me, man!

Look at where I'm at.

I cannot get locked up again.
Not even for a night.

Well, you're gonna have to.
Okay, look at me.

Whoever k*lled Chip and his pals,
they're coming after you next.

There's evidence Chip was tortured.

-Two b*ll*ts in the leg.
-[g*nshots]

When I looked at his phone,
the last thing it was used for

was to send that video of you to someone
that wasn't in his contact list.

So you're saying
it could be the k*ller's number.

Yeah, whoever he is,
is tying up loose ends.

And you're the last one.

[Winwood] So to recap,
this man Stevie Marsh

could have identified the Bandits
days ago,

but instead of reaching out to the police,

he reached out to a fellow ex-con,
your friend, R.J. Decker.

I think you might be missing
the bigger picture.

There's a k*ller out there.

Someone who m*rder*d
the Bandits in cold blood.

Detective Ragsdale and I
have a pretty good idea who it is.

The Bandits' original driver.

The one that Stevie Marsh replaced.

He didn't appreciate
his buddies doing a job without him.

So, he showed up yesterday
to tell them so.

Say you're right.
He's probably long gone by now.

We don't think so.

Chip Lankershim was tortured
before he died.

Bound to a chair
and shot twice in the leg.

We think the point was to convince him
to give up Stevie's name.

Why?

Because driver number one is worried
one of the other guys dropped his name

when Stevie was around.

Unfortunately, they didn't.
Stevie has no idea who the guy is.

But driver number one doesn't know that.

His phone, the one he was using
to communicate with Chip,

we were able to confirm it was a burner.

Hasn't pinged since last night.
Probably in a dumpster somewhere.

But on the plus side, he doesn't know
Stevie was taken into custody.

We didn't share that with the press.

If we're right, if the first driver's
sticking around to look for Stevie,

we still have a chance at him.

Remind me, are we in Fort Lauderdale
right now or on Mars?

I think maybe you're the one
who's missing the bigger picture.

You're not in charge here. I am.

And as darling as it is
that you have domesticated Mr. Decker,

he is no less an ex-convict,

which makes it all the more baffling
that he is a regular contributor here.

Is this a homicide division
or a work release program?

[chuckles]

You, you, out.

I said out.

-[door closes]
-I did a lousy thing

when I ghosted you five years ago.

That is why I have given you
so much room to flex the last few weeks.

But it's one thing to be lousy in bed,
and it's another to be a lousy FBI agent.

-Excuse me?
-¡Basta! Enough.

No more acting like you own this place.

Get your head in the game.
We have a k*ller to find.

[knocking on door]

I was wondering if I could take you up
on that offer to talk.

I brought coffee.
I… I didn't know what you liked.

-So I took some chances.
-[chuckles]

When my father was alive, he… [sighs]
He took up almost every second of my day.

I mean, some days,
there was hardly enough time to breathe.

And now that he's gone, it's… it's worse.

I mean, the stuff with the media,
you know about.

But Ochoa Development,

we have bridge loans that are coming due,
projects falling through

because, big surprise,
no one wants to work

with a company
with such a scandalous name.

It sounds like
you haven't even had time to mourn.

Some days,
I'm not sure I'm supposed to mourn.

My father helped cover up
someone else's m*rder.

God knows what else.

The task force that was assembled
to try to find your dad's k*ller,

have you heard anything from them?

I know you know
that my father and the DA were close.

She's been trying to keep me in the loop.
There just don't seem to be any footholds.

I mean, no DNA evidence, no m*rder weapon.

Everyone's best guess is still

that he was k*lled by someone
in organized crime.

Someone who thought
he might spill their secrets

to get himself out of trouble.

Keeping a low profile like you are,

I mean, it must make it hard
to see your friends.

Most of my friends
are keeping their distance,

waiting to see how things play out,
make sure I still belong in their circles.

Respectfully,
your friends sound pretty terrible.

[clicks tongue] How's R.J.?

He's good.

His conditional release
is supposed to end next month.

I'm thinking of throwing him a party
in case you wanna come.

I'm gonna have to see
how everything else is going.

But, um, tell him I said hi, would you?

Yeah. [chuckles]

Ah. Hey.

I think I may know a way
we can ID the Bandits' original driver.

Yesterday, when I went into
Chip Lankershim's house,

I noticed there was a dog bowl
on the ground.

Name on it was Zardoz.

Like the Sean Connery movie.

The one where he ran around in nothing
but a big red diaper and thigh-high boots?

-You're making that up.
-Wish I were.

Point is, there was no dog at the house.

Maybe that's because
Zardoz belongs to the original driver.

Chip told Stevie the other Bandits
used to crash with him sometimes.

You think the driver brought his dog
with him one night, left the bowl behind.

[R.J.] All we gotta do
is talk to animal control,

ask if there's a registered owner
of a dog named…

-Zardoz.
-Zardoz. Yes.

We may have a lead
on the Bandits' first wheelman,

but it's gonna mean
a trip to animal control.

-Whose car are we taking?
-Oh, you're not coming.

Why?

Um, your pal Stevie.
Something happened last night in holding.

Something bad.
You need to get to the hospital.

[knocking on door]

[R.J. sighs]

Told you I couldn't get locked up.

Not even for one night, right?

I guess you showed me, didn't you?

So, how much do you know?

Well, you collapsed in holding last night.

Paramedics who showed up,

they told the cops
it's a bad case of alcohol withdrawal.

That night out with Chip Lankershim,
that wasn't some outlier, was it?

You've been drinking like that
for a long time now.

Months, if I had to guess.

Which is weird because you only got out
of Apalachee a few days ago.

Right. 'Cause there's
no alcohol in jail, is there?

[chuckles] No drugs, no weapons,
no phones, no crooked guards.

You and I did eight months together,
eight months,

and I never saw you touch a drop.

It's 'cause I didn't.

Not until after you got sprung.

At first, it was for the pain.

It was, you know,
for the stitches in my gut.

It was only supposed to be
for a little bit.

Just until I got better.

But even as I did,
even as the pain went away…

Yeah, you were still in that place.

I thought I could hack it.

You put me on a track. I was good.

I was wrong.

Just like I was wrong that night
I thought I could outrun the cops.

You know, just in case
I don't see you for a while, I just…

I need you to understand
how one of a kind you are.

You didn't just stay alive
in that place, man. You stayed above it.

I think you're the strongest person
that I know.

[sighs]

-[phone rings]
-Okay.

Hey. What's up?

Turns out
Zardoz is the only dog in Florida,

possibly the world, with that name.

A couple of patrol units
just picked up his owner Liam Jansen

in case you wanna be here when he arrives.

[Mel] Okay, Mr. Jansen.
Thank you so much for taking time…

-Hey.
-R.J. Decker, Special Agent Banana Walnut.

I mean, Clark.

Ah. Hey. How you doing?

Okay, okay. Yes.

I-I drove getaway for Chip
and the other guys four times,

but I can prove to you I didn't k*ll them.

We're listening.

It's my dog. Zardoz.

He has kidney disease.
He needs regular dialysis.

You said the guys were k*lled between


Well, I had an appointment
at the veterinary clinic.

I was there probably 15 minutes before,

and then I stayed
for Zardoz's entire session.

Say we believe you.
If you didn't k*ll the Bandits, who did?

Chip was the boss during the jobs, okay?
But he wasn't the boss.

-That was someone else.
-Who?

Chip only ever called him Mr. Big.
No one else ever spoke to him but Chip.

No one else knew his name.
But he was the brains behind everything.

He picked the banks, cased 'em.

He even gave Chip
and the other guys their g*ns.

And last week, Chip told us

that Mr. Big wanted to close up shop
for a while.

Take a break on account of all the heat
we were attracting.

Chip, though, he was… was greedy.

He wanted to pull one more job.
I told him, "No." I was out.

So Chip replaced you,
went ahead and did the job?

Mr. Big didn't like that.

So he k*lled Chip and the other Bandits
and took their score?

Like I said, I never got his name.

But I do know his initials.

How?

There were these, like, dog tags stuck
on the sides of all the g*ns he gave Chip

and each one of them had
the same three letters.

I can give them to you, but…

-You want a deal.
-Not for me. For Zardoz.

I'm not stupid.
I know I'm gonna have to do some time.

That means he's gonna have to be adopted,
and I wanna have a say in where he goes.

Mr. Jansen, I can all but guarantee
I can make that happen,

but I need you
to give us the initials first.

P.C.M.

They're on every single as*ault r*fle.

P.C.M.

[door opens]

-[Catherine] I'm home.
-Oh, hi, home. I'm R.J.

You're dad-joking. Never a good sign.

You, uh… You get Mel's text?

Yeah, she went to get Sofia
from basketball.

You're here to help her look for a guy
with the initials P.C.M.

-Mm-hmm.
-Not going well?

No.

There is weirdly no shortage of guys
with those initials and a criminal record,

but so far none of them seem to connect
with our lead Bandit, Chip Lankershim,

especially those who are dead
or already in prison, so…

[sighs] How was your day?

[clicks tongue] I saw Emi.

Oh.

Somebody had to go check on her.

I'm not not checking on her.

Yeah, you're giving her
the time she asked for.

You know who takes time, R.J.?

Partners, lovers.

Can you look me in the eye and tell me
that's what you two really are?

[chuckles]

Yeah, 'cause you're friends.

Friends with a very weird,
sometimes very sexy history,

but friends all the same.

[sighs] Tell me it doesn't sound familiar.

[chuckles]

-It might.
-You're friends.

But because neither of you wants to say it
out loud and risk hurting the other,

you keep sticking to this whole
"let's take some time" thing,

which, again, is stupid
because Emi needs friends right now.

Probably more than she ever has
in her life, so go be one.

[R.J. sighs]

What is it?

What if you haven't found
a guy with these initials

because P.C.M. isn't a guy?

What if it's a group?

A friend in Jacksonville wrote
a series of articles a few years ago

about anti-government paramilitary groups
popping up in North Florida.

-"The Panhandle Citizen's Militia."
-They're basically t*rrorists.

If the Bandits are being armed by them…

Yeah, we may have a cell up and running
in Fort Lauderdale.

[Winwood] We got this
from Counterterrorism a little while ago.

It'll tell you pretty much
everything you need to know

about the Panhandle Citizen's Militia.

Ideologically, they're fairly textbook,

anti-government, anti-immigration,
conspiracy-oriented…

And boy, do they love their g*ns.

[Winwood] We've been going through
the Bandits' socials for days.

So far, no indication that any of them
thought the way the P.C.M. does.

And yet, the, uh, logo.

We think maybe there was an alignment
between the militia and the Bandits.

It just wasn't political.

It was financial.

The militia armed the Bandits
to rob banks for them.

Then they split the scores.

Last night, Mr. Decker and I
stopped looking for guys in the area

with the initials P.C.M.

We started looking for guys in the area
with ties to the P.C.M.

Yeah, we only found one, Virgil Osgood.

He owns a junkyard out in Pompano.

We're gonna pay him a visit after this,
see if maybe he's Mr. Big.

-No.
-[R.J.] Hmm?

Mr. Decker's contributions
are appreciated,

but he's still a civilian.

I'll go talk to Osgood with you.

You get on the horn to Quantico,

see what else you can dig up
on the P.C.M.'s membership and activities.

Guess I'll stay here,
do some civilian-type stuff.

Actually, Mr. Decker, if you're willing,
there is one way you could help.

Liam Jansen, I'm R.J. Decker.

Per your deal with the feds,

you have exactly one hour
to play with your dog, sir.

Come on. Hey. Hey, Zardoz. Hey.

Good boy. Yeah. [chuckles] There you go.

These last few weeks, I have been flexing.

Not because you never replied to a text
I sent five years ago.

You were right. Our hookup was not good.
You were kind of all over the place.

Sorry, I was the problem?

I've been flexing
because of the case that we worked,

the kidnapping-for-ransom.

I was on it six days before you joined,
and I was meticulous.

I talked to every witness multiple times,
including Anthony Kurtz,

the man who said he saw the victim
being forced into a burgundy van.

-Mm-hmm.
-You talked to Kurtz once.

One time,
and you knew he was the kidnapper.

Lead investigator got a warrant
to search his place,

and there she was,
our missing girl… alive.

But instead of feeling good,
all I could think about was

how you saw something in minutes
that I hadn't seen in days.

So that's why I've been overdoing it,

to make sure you know I'm good at the job.

Ladies, welcome to Osgood's,

where everything broken
gets a second chance.

What can I do you for?

[♪ Country music playing on radio]

It's true.
I did run with the P.C.M. for a stretch,

but about a year ago,
we had a parting of ways.

The other guys… [sighs]
…they didn't like my husband.

Not Billy himself.
He's sweeter than biscuits.

They just didn't care for the fact of him.

[scoffs] That's funny.
Most of the militias are so open-minded.

Don't get me wrong now,

I agree with those boys
about government overreach,

but… [sighs] …so many meetings,
and all the yelling all the time.

It just started to feel like a militia,

not my militia, you know what I mean?

[clears throat] Uh, we're here,
Mr. Osgood, because some P.C.M. g*ns

were recently used in the commission
of some bank robberies.

Any chance those g*ns came from you?

No. No way.

[stammers] I'm confused.
What do you mean, "P.C.M. g*ns"?

as*ault r*fles,
dog tags stuck to the side of them,

each one bearing a logo like this.

Dog tags? I-I can tell you one thing,

that wasn't P.C.M. standard.

There was only one guy I knew
did his g*ns like that, Ezra Peters.

He was a palm tree farmer.
He used to live up in Bonifay.

-Do you know where he lives now?
-[Osgood] Federal prison.

He got scooped up in an A*F raid
a couple of years ago.

So did his g*ns.

You came here because you thought
the P.C.M. was arming those bank robbers,

but maybe it was
a different group of crooks

with a three-letter name.

You think the A*F armed the Bandits?

The space lasers that the government uses
to start wildfires,

you think they pay for that
with your taxes?

[chuckling] No, ma'am.

They need off-the-books money.

Well, Liam, I hate to break it to you,
but your hour is almost up.

If I tell you one more thing
I remembered about Mr. Big,

you think maybe I could get one more hour?

[chuckles]

Sure, why not?

It's not like I got anywhere else to be.

-He smells.
-A guy in a militia who smells.

-That should narrow it down a little bit.
-I'm not talking about body odor.

He smelled weird, but sort of good.

-I thought you said you never met him.
-I didn't.

But I did drive Chip
to meet with him one time

and when Chip got back in the car,
he smelled like bananas, I guess.

Wait… [stammers] …bananas?

He said it's because Mr. Big vaped.

[♪ "[Rock] Superstar" playing]

♪ So you wanna be a rock superstar
And live large, a big house, five cars ♪

♪ You're in charge ♪

♪ Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody ♪

♪ Gotta look over your shoulder
Constantly ♪

♪ I remember the days
When I was a young kid growin' up ♪

♪ Lookin' in the mirror
Dreamin' about blowin' up ♪

♪ To rock crowds, make money
Chill with the honeys… ♪

[phone rings]

-R.J.
-[R.J.] Mel, hey…

-[line crackling]
-R.J.?

I think Special Agent Clark is Mr. Big.
I'll explain why when I see you,

but the important thing is
he just left the station.

He told Ragsdale it's because he was
coming to meet you and his partner.

What if that's because he doesn't
want you talking to Virgil Osgood?

-You gotta...
-R.J., I'm in the middle of nowhere.

I got no service.
I'm gonna call you from the road, okay?

-[line beeping]
-Mel, can you hear me? Go, go, go, go, go.

-Go, go, go, go!
-[siren wailing]

♪ So you wanna be a rock superstar ♪

♪ And live large, a big house, five cars ♪

♪ You're in charge ♪

♪ Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody ♪

♪ Gotta look over your shoulder
Constantly ♪

[sirens blaring]

[voicemail] Hey, you've reached
Mel Abreu. Leave me a message.

-Still nothing?
-Yeah, straight to voicemail.

There's one more thing I can try.

[typing]

[line ringing]

-Did you just dial information?
-[sighs]

[line ringing]

-[Winwood] Hey.
-Hey, partner, checking in.

How's it going with Virgil Osgood?

Reception here is spotty.
[static buzzing] I can't hear you,

but I'll… [static buzzing] …wrapping up.

Real quick,
are you sitting or standing right now?

[line beeps]

Guess it doesn't matter.

[phone rings]

[Mel] That sound you're hearing,
it's called a landline.

It's how we found out you were coming.

Thank God for analog. Am I right?

Drop the g*n. Put your hands on your head.

[sirens approaching]

You good?

Thanks for the call.

Remember I was ticked at you
the other day,

said you shouldn't come to me
for help anymore?

Uh-huh.

Probably gonna take that back.

You okay?

Just thinking about
how much I hate this place.

Last time I was here,
I didn't know a kidnapper when I saw one.

This time I didn't know the guy
I partnered with was a thief and a k*ller.

Well, if it helps,
he's been singing like a canary in there.

I knew he was A*F before he was FBI.
The rest I can guess.

He was a part of the raid
on Ezra Peters' place

a couple of years ago.

Only, instead of putting all the g*ns
he found into evidence, he kept some.

Today, the plan was to k*ll us,

leave that machine g*n
with the P.C.M. dog tag behind

and let everyone keep thinking
that they were the real bad guys.

If it helps, you were the reason he told
the Bandits to take a break for a while.

He said you made him nervous,
that you were smart.

He thought it was a matter of time

till you figured out
what was really going on.

You're not bad at what you do.

You've just had some bad luck.

Come on.

Seriously, though,
you're the one who was bad in bed.

Wait, so I'm not going back to prison?

-Mm-mmm.
-Are you sure?

Federal prosecutor still needs to sign
on the dotted line, but…

Yeah, I'm sure.

[breathes deeply]

Thing is, Stevie, you... you are gonna
have to do some time someplace else.

A rehab facility, 90 days.

Hey, it's okay. I'll be coming to see you.

[chuckles] I'll be looking out for you,
just like at Apalachee.

But the work, Stevie…

You gotta do that yourself.

Okay?

Okay.

Hey, excuse me, what are you…

Hello.

Cath told me you were having trouble
getting this thing started,

so I figured I'd take a look.

What are you, a mechanic all of a sudden?

No, I'm just a guy with a phone

and a willingness
to look at DIY car repair videos.

You got the key?

I won't know if anything I did helped
until the ignition…

-[engine starts]
-Whoa!

Hey. [chuckles]

[sighs] Of course. [chuckles]

[sighs]

Look, um…

After everything that happened
with my father,

I know I told you I needed some time, but…

I think what I really needed was…

A friend.

[♪ "Only You" playing]

Yeah, I get it.

Well, obviously I'm a great mechanic,
but you know what I'm even better at?

Being a friend?

Some folks say I'm the best.

[both chuckle]

[sighs]

-I'll see you around, friend.
-Yeah.

Yeah. See you around.

♪ I'm moving farther away ♪

♪ Want you near me ♪

♪ All I needed was the love you gave ♪

♪ All I needed for another day ♪

♪ And all I ever knew ♪

♪ Only you ♪