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TREY: Sounds good.

I'll finish up and meet you on over there.

Taking care of a little something first. All right.

Love you, babe.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(knock on door)

Yeah, who is it?

(knock on door)

Hello?

(grunts)

(thunder rumbling)

Dad.

There was a lot about your father I had no clue about.

-Why? -Because she asked for my help.

RUSSELL: You know,

Dad had a lot of problems.

(phone buzzing)

Ah.

Mm.

COLTER (over phone): Randy, what's up?

Colt .45, what's going on, man?

How's that weekend in New Mexico treating you?

Quiet. What's going on?

Okay, right to it, let's do it.

We got Gracie Jennings. She just posted

a reward to find her boyfriend Trey.

How long's he been gone?

Since last night.

-Hardly missing. -Yeah, I know,

but there's a $10,000 reward

and they're in Fort Morris, Texas.

Okay, that's a couple hours away from here.

That's right. I figured that you could help the little lady out.

She was pretty tight-lipped about the details,

but I could tell she was scared.

Okay. Can you send me an address?

Coming to you.

Gracie? Hi. Colter Shaw.

-Appreciate you coming, Mr. Shaw. -Sure.

Uh... I'm not sure how this works.

Well, why don't you tell me about Trey?

He's your boyfriend, right? Has a local veterinary clinic?

Yeah, it-it's how we met, actually.

He made a house call when one of my best broodmares went breech.

And he's been gone for about 14 hours?

Uh, 15 hours.

We were supposed to meet last night

and go for an evening stroll on the canyon trail,

and he never showed.

And now I can't reach him. No calls or texts.

And he also didn't show up for work today.

I'm just worried that something happened to him

'cause it's not like him to go offline like that.

Did you call the police?

I never got to it.

Okay.

Gracie, the way this works is,

if you want me to help you, you got to tell me everything.

Okay?

What is it? What's going on?

It's just that...

he seemed to have more money lately.

Taking me out to fancy dinners.

Gifts, talking about traveling.

Did you ask him where the new money was coming from?

Yeah, but he was coy. He wouldn't talk about it.

And that's why I'm hoping you can help.

I love him.

And I'm-I'm offering all I can.

And I don't have anyone else to turn to.

Please help me.

Yeah. I'll help you.

-Thank you. -Okay.

-Let me see what I can dig up, okay? -Okay.

-All right. -Thank you.

*

Hey, you get a ping on Trey's phone?

RANDY (over phone): Uh, not yet.

It's either off or out of range, but

the last ping was at the Bellwood Lodge.

Uh, credit cards?

No, he hasn't used any since yesterday,

but he books a room

at this hotel, like, regularly.

And for what he paid, I know that it's a swanky spot.

So, I'm guessing that Dr. Dolittle's

got a little side something-something.

Maybe. Listen, you checking his financials?

Girlfriend says he's got new money coming in from someplace.

Hell yeah. He's been making huge deposits

-into his bank account. -Let me guess,

-all cash. -You know it.

All right. Listen, you keep digging.

I'm gonna head to the hotel right now.

-Let me know what you find. -You got it.

You want a coffee?

Uh, I'm, I'm actually more of a maté guy.

-Maté? -That's right.

Okay, I will put that on the list for my next run.

Thank you.

Can I ask you something?

Shoot.

You're part of the team.

Okay. Colter Shaw.

-Of course. -I'm curious how it works.

Like, how does he find his jobs?

I've seen people pop up on Reddit asking

for help finding their missing kids or whatever,

but maybe it's more of a word-of-mouth-type business?

Not quite. I could show you.

-Here. -Okay.

So, I created an algorithm.

It sends out an alert anytime a reward

is posted anywhere in the country,

so if Colter's nearby

and it looks like something he'd be interested in,

we send it to him.

-That's so cool. -Yeah.

Colter calls the shots, but we're here to support him.

I'm impressed.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Well... I mean, any of this stuff, anytime,

I-I can show you if you ever want to learn.

Okay, can you get rid of debt collectors?

(door opens)

Morning, Reenie.

MEL: Deposition briefs are on your desk.

And coffee?

Oh, yes, please.

Are those the same clothes she was wearing yesterday?

Yeah, I noticed that, too.

Must've had a more exciting night than me.

Hmm.

(broom sweeping)

*

* *

(housekeeping cart approaching)

-No, please wait a second. -Sorry.

Sorry. No, I-I didn't mean to startle you, um...

I'm just looking for the, the man who checked into this room.

Trey Landry.

I haven't seen anyone. Sorry.

Listen, I'm, I'm just trying to help someone out.

So, if you know anything...

Please, sir. (stammers) I have two kids at home.

I'm just trying to do my job. Mind my own business.

Hmm.

I should probably get back to work before my manager sees.

You should tell your manager there's a bloodstain over here.

See that? That's not normal, is it?

Trey may be in trouble.

Like I said, I'm just trying to help.

He came here with a...

with a woman named Maggie, is that right?

No, not last night.

Not last night, but he does come here with Maggie?

-Yes. -Okay.

Do you know who Maggie is?

She's Sheriff Holt's wife.

See why I don't want any part in this?

Hey, can I help you, sir?

No. No, I think I'm good. I was trying to...

find the person who checked into this room, but...

I'm good now.

Okay.

Do you know who that was?

No.

Okay. (sighs) Uh, you can go.

(phone beeps)

(line rings)

Hey, there was a guy here looking for Trey.

COLTER: Then why'd you lie to me?

What-what are you talking about?

You tell me, Gracie. Or is it Maggie?

It would've been helpful to know that you are

married to Sheriff Holt.

I can explain.

You better start explaining because, you know what,

whatever this mess is, I don't take jobs like this.

I'm sorry. I didn't tell you

because I thought that you'd judge me,

but it doesn't change the fact that he's still missing.

Just please tell me what you found.

He was taken from the hotel room, the same hotel room

that you guys stay at. He had a gift there for you.

I-I didn't know.

H-He must've been planning a surprise.

Okay, w-what-what does that mean?

I think it means you stay away from your husband for a while.

Do you think he had something to do with it?

You know him. You think he had something to do with it?

(sighs) I don't know.

Okay. Okay, fine.

I'll keep digging. I'll let you know what I find.

All right?

(sighs)

Hi.

You two work with Sheriff Holt?

That's right.

-This is just a precaution. -I don't have anything.

Did you guys take Trey?

(scoffs)

Let's go talk to the sheriff.

* *

(sighs) I take it we're not going to see Sheriff Holt.

What is this? His wife's having an affair, he sends

you two to clean up his mess? Is that what's going on here?

Not exactly, budro,

but go on, keep talking.

Sometimes the last words are the best ones.

You do work for him, though, right?

I'm thinking, uh...

(imitates buzzing noise, laughs)

Or just the hole. Less mess.

WADE: Yeah. Let's see how it goes.

(grunts)

(cocks gun)

-CODY: You see him? -WADE: No.

No. Nothing.

If he's alive, he ain't doing well.

Hey, hey. Got you a grilled cheese

off of my favorite food truck,

featuring some kimchi, a little bit of gouda. Uh-huh. Yo.

I'm-a just sit that thing right there. I know you want some.

How can I say no?

-You can't. (laughs) -Mm-hmm.

-Thank you. -Uh, you're welcome.

Late night?

Yeah. I'm just prepping for this deposition. It's a lot.

Okay, yeah, burning some midnight oil. I see you.

Yeah.

You, uh, you left before me, right?

Did you come back to the office?

Oh, I took my work home with me.

-It was just a lot to keep up with lately, so, you know? -Yeah.

Yeah. No, I figured. Yeah.

You good, though?

Yeah. No, I'm-I'm great.

-Okay, okay. All right. -Just busy.

No, I was just, I-- You know, I was just-- Okay.

Just wanted you to have the-the-the-the... That's there.

Thank you.

-(insects buzzing) -(birds calling)

* *

(grunts)

*

(insects trilling)

(cattle lowing)

Hey, boy.

Hey. Easy.

-Easy, boy. -(nickers quietly)

That's right.

Not gonna hurt you.

All right?

How you feeling?

As tired as I am?

(nickers)

You mind giving me a lift?

You mind?

Yeah. Oh, oh, oh, whoa.

There we go. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on, come on. (clicking tongue)

Come on. (clicks tongue)

Here we go. Here we go.

Good boy.

All right, come on.

(cattle lowing)

* *

(clears throat)

I wouldn't.

You need a better lock for your guns.

Huh.

Son, do you know who you're pointing a gun at?

Sheriff Paul Holt.

Your wife, Maggie, hired me to find Trey Landry.

Aw, hell.

I take it you know about the affair they're having.

She swore to me it was over.

I thought we were working through it.

-Hell of a thing, this institution called marriage. -It can be.

My dirty laundry's none of your business.

No, you made it my business when you had two of your goons

snatch me off the street.

Just like you did Trey at the hotel. What was your plan?

Kill me?

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

I never sent anyone to do anything to you

or Trey.

That is the God's honest truth, so...

you want to lower that gun and we can talk.

Thank you.

Now what the hell is going on?

If you didn't order those two men to take me from the street,

then that means you got dirty cops working for you.

You don't seem surprised.

Why don't you tell me what the hell's going on?

-Why would I do that? -Maybe I can help you.

Help with what?

Well, it's not a good look, is it, Sheriff?

Trey's gone missing.

Two guys that I make as cops

take me off the streets with bad intentions.

You being the sheriff and all, not a good look.

Yeah. I've, uh...

I've had my suspicions.

Evidence getting lost, raids being tipped.

I mean, you see enough smoke, you figure there's fire.

I've been poking around, laying little traps.

-You find anything? -Not much yet.

With the budget cuts,

I got half the resources I had five years ago.

Guys have left,

and the ones that have stayed have taken a pay cut.

Now, not saying it's excused, but every man has his price.

It doesn't make sense that Trey

would be working with these guys, though.

The dirty cops.

No.

No, it don't.

I mean, no love lost for Trey,

but I never thought of him as a bad guy,

other than this business with my wife,

but you know what they say, it takes two to tango,

three to make a mess.

You have any idea who these guys might be working for?

Why don't you tell me what you got,

and I can see if I can figure out a way to clean up this mess.

I saw their faces.

Maybe we figure it out together.

COLTER: Yeah.

No. No, it's not him.

-What about that one? -No.

I don't recognize any of these guys.

That's one of them.

Wade Fairbank.

And I'd bet you the other guy is, uh...

-...this one? -That's him.

Cody Ernst. I'm gonna nail these sumbitches.

You had a hunch about these two guys. What's that all about?

I'll bet you my badge that they're both working for...

...this guy, Alonzo Diaz.

He and his crew moved into town a couple years ago,

and a whole lot of bad followed.

-Drugs? -Oh, yeah, drugs, guns, girls,

whatever he can get his hands on.

You try to take him down?

Not really. I mean, guy like this,

you get one shot. You got to be dead center.

He's careful, and what he's not careful about,

he's got lawyers covering his tracks.

He's been a step ahead of me for a while.

Well, could be because

these two clowns are tipping him off.

HOLT: Probably.

Diaz must have something on them.

Or a drug dealer can afford to pay them more than you can.

Either way, we got to find out what Trey's involvement is.

I don't know, but they do.

You know, I got to tell you, if Trey is mixed up

with Diaz and his crew, this ain't gonna end well.

Well, then we don't have a lot of time. Let's sort this.

All right. Cody's phone's offline.

This is the last place that Wade's pinged.

Impressive.

I'd ask for your guy's number,

but I probably couldn't afford him.

Hey, uh, you know that thing

with me and my wife, I'd appreciate it

if you'd keep that between us.

Yeah. Like you said,

your personal life is none of my business.

Thanks.

You're not married.

No. No, I'm not.

Well, how did you manage that?

I, uh...

...never had room for it.

Oh, come on, that's a load of BS.

Must've had a few close calls.

You know, I really, uh...

I really thought me and Maggie would make it. (chuckles)

Fool.

But here we are.

I don't judge.

Takes two, I guess.

I mean, hell, I was far from a perfect husband.

Ain't easy to just turn off the job,

you know what I mean?

Yeah, I know.

She needed someone to be there for her, and I wasn't.

Makes perfect sense she'd go for a nice fella like Trey.

I mean, here I am chasing down criminals,

and he's delivering puppies.

Price we pay for the life we choose, I guess.

(engine starts in distance)

There he is. There's Wade.

Yeah, but no Cody.

With any luck, he'll take us right to Trey.

-(starts engine) -Here we go.

Trey's vet clinic.

Hell's he doing here?

-Only way to find out. -Let's do this.

(gunshots)

(man grunts)

(screams)

Toss the gun, Wade. Do it now.

(gun skidding across floor)

(Wade groaning)

-Where is he? Where's Trey? -He ain't here.

Go on. I got this.

Behind your back.

Alarm's been deactivated.

Some horse tranquilizer's missing.

There's no sign of Trey.

Where is he?

I ain't talking without my lawyer.

(screams)

Know what? That ain't good enough.

Now, if you don't start talking, I'm gonna do worse.

Look, I have no idea, I swear.

-Okay? I swear. -Where's your buddy?

The guy in the truck. The guy who tried to kill me.

-Where the hell is he? -(groans) I don't know.

I haven't heard from him in hours.

You guys both work for Diaz, though, right?

Son of a... You're gonna let him get away with this?

Just sorry he missed.

Answer the question.

Okay. Yeah, yes. We both work for Diaz.

-And what'd you do to Trey? -Nothing.

Look, we didn't lay a hand on him, I swear.

Why are you coming after me?

(sighs) We got a call from a hotel manager.

We thought you were a fed trying to flip Trey on Diaz.

Came here looking for him.

Wanted to make sure he wasn't running his mouth.

Trey works for Diaz?

Doing what, exactly?

He's got Quarter Horses.

Trey fixes 'em up.

Diaz pay cash for that?

The cash is so Trey keeps his mouth shut

about the stuff he sees when he visits. That's how it works.

(phone buzzes)

Colter, where you at?

COLTER (over phone): I'm at Trey's vet clinic.

Listen, Randy,

there's a barbecue place across the street.

Can you get into their security footage?

Let me see.

Okay. (sighs) What am I looking for?

Well, hopefully, Trey.

Maybe anyone he's with.

Trying to see what's going on here.

Okay, I got something.

I'm sharing the stream with you now.

Yeah, that's Trey right there.

-That guy he's with, can you ID him? -Uh...

Sorry, man, it's a little too grainy.

Well, you got a plate?

I got something. Running it now.

Booyah. Okay.

Registered to a James, aka Jimmy, Ferris. 19 years old.

-Got a record? -I'm checking that now.

No. Says here that he was a witness in a murder case.

All I got is that he was a minor at the time,

and the record's sealed.

Case is sealed. Okay.

And do me a favor, will you?

Can you talk to Reenie?

See if she can work her magic, get that case file open?

You got it.

(Wade groaning)

I ain't done with you.

When I get back, you're gonna give me names.

Put him in the hole. No calls.

No putting him in the system until you get my word.

OFFICER: You got it, Sheriff.

He's gonna be on ice till I figure out how deep

this rot goes.

Any word on Jimmy Ferris?

Put out an APB, but nothing's turned up.

Said he moved here a year ago?

Yeah.

I'd see him from time to time

when I went to that restaurant he worked at.

-He seems like a nice kid. -(phone buzzing)

I got no damn idea how he got tangled up in this.

Yeah. Excuse me.

Reenie, what do you got?

Well, this kid, James Ferris,

I pulled his juvenile files, and it looks like he lost his mom.

Go on.

Well... (sighs)

Jimmy and his mom were having lunch

at a cafe in Pecos when a car pulled up

and three men opened fire.

I mean, it was a targeted hit,

but his mom got caught in the crossfire and

she died right there in his arms.

He was 14 years old when it happened.

Is there any chance Alonzo Diaz is wrapped up in this?

Wait, how would you know that?

His name keeps popping up everywhere I look.

Yeah, Diaz was part of the investigation

and sworn testimony.

He was questioned, but never arrested.

Lawyers confirmed that it wasn't him

that pulled the trigger.

Okay, thanks, Reenie.

Yeah. Don't mention it.

What do you got?

Jimmy's going after Diaz for killing his mother.

What does he want with Trey?

Access to Diaz.

I think he's been following him for a while,

saw him alone at the hotel and took him.

Smart. No one knew he was there.

But how do we find them now?

There's a reason they came back here for the meds.

You know where Diaz keeps his horses?

Yeah, he's got some stables outside of town.

That's got to be where they're going,

but this isn't just a kidnapping anymore.

Jimmy wants revenge.

As soon as Diaz or his men find out what's going on here,

this whole thing's gonna go sideways.

All you got to do is get me past those guards.

I'll handle the rest.

You'll never even get close.

Diaz has men everywhere.

Let me worry about that. If you signal anyone,

try to get help, you're dead.

Are we clear?

Afternoon, fellas.

Who's this?

That's my new vet tech.

I need his help with sedation.

Unless you want to hold the horse's ass steady

while I examine him. (chuckles)

Go ahead.

(horse whinnies)

All right, I got Jimmy's car out front.

Guards at the gate.

And Diaz's stables and racetrack down the hill.

He's probably keeping Trey out back with the horses.

Yeah, hope you're right.

I got Cody.

He's gonna tell Diaz he thinks Trey flipped to the feds.

We don't have time, then, do we?

All right, so what's the plan?

We go in there, move like hell and get 'em out.

Let's do it.

(horses nickering)

Got him.

-It's all right. -(Trey whimpers)

It's all right. I'm here to help you.

-Here to help. -(groans)

How did you...

COLTER: Come.

Easy does it, son.

You and I got some things to work out,

but we ain't gonna do it here.

Where's Jimmy?

The house, I think.

Is Diaz there?

Yeah.

He takes a ride after I'm finished.

HOLT: Why'd Jimmy do this now?

He said he's been trying to get near Diaz for years. He...

He knew when I came here,

didn't know if he'd ever get another chance.

COLTER: All right.

Take Trey to the truck.

I'm gonna go save Jimmy.

(Trey exhales)

I don't even know who you are.

Think hard, old man.

Cafe Del Sol.

-Five years ago. -Is that supposed to mean something?

Maria Ferris.

She was my mother. Your men killed her. She died in my arms.

I have no idea who you are.

Brave little man.

You took everything from me!

And now, you're gonna take it back.

Go on.

Not worth it, Jimmy. Easy.

-JIMMY: Who are you? -I'm on your side.

JIMMY: What the hell do you want?

COLTER: Came here for Trey,

but you can walk out of here with me, okay?

Let's go.

Listen to your friend.

If you're smart, you can walk away.

Maybe I forget this whole thing.

I want to make you pay for killing my mother,

you son of a bitch.

Hey, listen to me. You pull that trigger,

everything changes, you understand?

His men will come in here, and they will kill you.

Just lower your weapon, and we walk out together.

But I'm already dead.

For what he took from me...

COLTER: I understand you, Jimmy.

I know where you are.

You think you're gonna kill him

and your pain goes away. It won't.

Killing him...

is not gonna bring back the person you lost, you understand?

Come on.

I got you. Come on.

There you go.

Just walk out of here with me.

-(groaning) -Hey.

Hey. Hey. Look at me.

Keep the pressure on it. Here we go. Here we go.

(grunting)

Hang in. We're almost there.

Almost there. Come on. You got it.

Let's go.

Watch out.

(gunshot)

I got you.

He's in pretty bad shape. He needs an ambulance.

-I can help. -COLTER: Good.

I don't think it's make it in time.

Okay.

Gunshot wound.

I'm not gonna let you die.

(indistinct radio chatter)

COLTER: I spoke to the sheriff.

I told him that you shooting Diaz was self-defense.

He said he's gonna put a word in with the judge.

I knew what I was doing,

but I-I appreciate it.

How you feeling?

Okay, I guess. Considering...

I imagined a thousand times what it would feel like

to see Diaz die.

Doesn't make it better, does it?

I...

I-I just, I don't...

I don't know where I go from here.

You know, someone once told me, uh...

...it's better just to let things go.

You're gonna be okay.

JIMMY: Thank you.

* *

I'm sorry, Mr. Shaw.

I... know this isn't what you bargained for.

Ah, these jobs never are.

What are you gonna do now?

Well, Paul wants a divorce.

And I guess that's what I wanted, too.

-Okay. -Mm.

Hey, you both get a fresh start.

That's not so bad.

Thanks for not quitting on me.

You're a good man, Colter Shaw.

You all right?

Yeah. I'll be fine.

I told her, as messed up as it all was,

she must care a lot about Trey.

Makes her happy, I ain't gonna stand in the way.

Takes a big man to talk like that, you know?

I don't know. I'm old and tired.

You're not that old. Got your pride, right?

HOLT: (chuckles) Yeah, well...

...there's that.

Wonder what happens to Trey.

I imagine the D.A.'s gonna have a couple of questions

about his work with Diaz.

Yeah, probably.

But sounds like he got caught up

trying to do good for himself.

-He'll talk. D.A.'ll listen. -Yeah.

Hey, uh...

I borrowed a horse

to take me to town.

And, uh, I wonder if you can

track down the owner.

Give him this for his troubles.

-Sure. -Thank you.

Well, uh...

I enjoyed working with you.

It's nice to be around someone I could trust.

Likewise, Sheriff.

You ever need anything, don't hesitate to call.

All right.

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