R.J. Decker

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... ...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.

[employees shouting indistinctly]

- -

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?