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Developers pushed us out of our homes.

Came out here and made this place our own.

Yeah, Wheeler. You doing okay? Not really. I'm sorry. I just can't stop

caring. Happy birthday.

Open it. Come on.

Michael Aaron Franks. You've been drafted.

Hell, and I'm going with you. Mason, what? You can't. My mind's made up. You

know anything about brothers? Me and mine, we don't talk.

Mikey, it's me. It's your brother. Need to talk to you about Vietnam.

About what happened.

A couple of states away, summer of 92.

There was a guy.

He'd been at rock bottom before.

But this time, it was different.

He couldn't shoulder it.

He owed some money to the wrong kind of people.

And they weren't going to let him forget it.

But it wasn't about what he owed.

It was about what he stood to lose.

He was about to lose it all.

Everything he worked for.

Everything he was.

And so he had no choice.

He had to go see someone he hadn't seen in 13 years.

He had to swallow his pride and do something he swore he'd never do.

Hey, little brother.

This guy had to throw the biggest Hail Mary of his life.

You, uh, mind if I come in?

What's his name? Hey, leave him

That's a hell of a mustache.

How'd you get so perfect?

Looks to me like you took a couple hooves to the face.

Breaking into new hordes?

What are you doing off the ranch?

Well, Uncle Sal gave me your address.

I figured this way we could talk without you hanging up.

Talk about what?

Well, you know, I tried to get into it on the phone. Vietnam's done, Mason. I

know that. I know, but I'm talking about when we were there. It wasn't about you.

It wasn't about Mom. You shut up and let me talk. I was coping with people

getting their faces shot off. This gag was me coping. Listen, I know why you

were doing the drugs. I know. Don't seem like you know.

Seems to me like you're showing up at my door out of nowhere to shoot the breeze

about what a bum I was.

You're talking to a different guy, Mason. I ain't that same kid no more.

And I'll tell you one more thing.

You look old.

What? 20 years, I look great. You look like a damn potato.

Well... What the hell's going on with you?

You drop into town, you got a place to stay.

I don't got that figured yet.

Yeah, it's Franks.

Which one?

Yeah, okay.

I gotta go.

Did it work?

Uncle Sal says, uh, you've been slinging for the government a while now.

Yeah, well, Uncle Sal should be giving out people's addresses and personal

information without asking.

Hey, still got your boots.

Mikey, I ain't trying to rehash nothing. I just, um... I just need to talk to

you.

The towels are in the hall closet, cold cuts are in the fridge, whatever you

eat, share it with him.

His name's Gary Callahan.

I gotta go.

Navy bank got robbed.

Let them know we're eight minutes out. 30-year-old female, intracranial

hemorrhage, SPB under 110.

Randy. That's the branch manager.

Robber hit her with the butt of his weapon.

Is she gonna make it?

They don't know. We're looking for two suspects.

They came in wearing neon green ski masks, held the place up at gunpoint,

got away in a dark blue Dodge Caravan with over 100 grand in cash. Happened

right before closing.

Saturday hours, no customer traffic.

Yeah, they picked a good time for sure. The dye bags got them, though. Exploded

as they were running out. The dye got in their eyes, though, because of the holes

in the masks.

Where's Franks?

On the way. He's picking up Lala. I updated them on the radio.

Excuse me, sir.

I was over there in line when it happened. I just talked to the cops.

Should I talk to you guys, too?

What's your name, petty officer?

Falcon. Trevor Belkin.

I discharged my weapon, sir.

You shot at the robbers?

At one of them, sir.

The taller one, he was getting worked up.

He hit the bank lady because she wasn't moving fast enough.

I mean, he hit her hard, sir.

When she went down, he was distracted, and I got a shot off. That's what made

them leave. Wait, you hit him?

Winged his arm, I think.

I gave the cops my weapon.

If you can try to remember what any of these guys spent around here, what they

might look like.

Guy definitely got clipped. We got blood spatter over here. Sir, your counterpart

asked me to keep you guys in the loop.

Suspect split in a dark blue Dodge Caravan.

We just got a hit on the bolo.

Where?

Dark blue Dodge Caravan. First three of the plate are two Bravo Yankees.

We're spotted headed east out of the parking lot at the El Toro Shopping

Center.

Copy. We're not far. We'll head over, see if we can find any witnesses.

Out.

Take a right over. Right, right!

Turn him, woman. I'm doing it.

You know, you fall off a horse, best thing to do is get back on.

Okay.

What?

What? I crashed my car. So what? People crash their cars. I need to get a new

one and start driving. Point taken.

I'm trying to bust your chops.

Just... My brother's in town. He looks horrible.

He's at my house probably eating my cold cuts.

I didn't know you had a brother.

It's the dark blue caravan.

Whoa!

It's lit.

Damn it.

Hold on.

He's turning. He's turning.

You okay?

Son of a bitch.

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies, Mario, please.

As I said, bank manager Alana Clark was gravely injured and is currently in

critical condition.

Because she is the wife of an active-duty Marine, Oceanside PD has

handed the case to NIS. Can you confirm that one of the suspects was shot by a

bystander? Yes, but the extent of his injuries is unknown.

What's important here is we are doing everything in our power to catch these

criminals, including forming a task force with the FBI.

Can Agent Franks explain how the suspects got away?

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies.

I mean, I'm stunned.

Boss has never lost a car chase before. Happy, boss.

My mom drove a Dodge Caravan, and I don't think I ever saw it go over 65.

Seriously, boss, you think these robbers could have had some kind of NASCAR

experience? Maybe the engine was souped up. We are not counting this against

Frank's chase record. Yes, we are. Every chase counts. It always counts. Not this

one. Why not?

Because it wasn't Frank's fault.

But he was the one driving.

That is what the driver looked like.

Whoa. Doesn't look human. Give me a break, Proby. I saw the guy for one

second through two car windows. Plus, he had all that dye smeared on his face.

Is this how you saw him?

Didn't get a look at him.

But this is great, Mike.

I'm gonna go make copies.

Boss, I think Lala's right.

Maybe we shouldn't count this towards your chase record, extenuating

circumstances. You weren't yourself since your secret brother's in town.

Lala told me.

What? Is this the brother that you told me married the same woman as you twice?

Come on, Broby, that was a joke. So you don't have a brother, then?

You do have a brother.

We're just not going to talk about it.

Let's go!

Case stuff!

What do we know?

We got a missing 100 grand out there, soaked in dye.

We got one seriously wounded civilian. We got one suspect shot in the arm.

Could show up at an ER. He could go to an ER, or maybe an underground doctor.

Let's start working the phone lines. Maybe we could find some... No need,

baby. The FBI is going to take over the doctor search.

They also expanded the Caravan Bolo and put out an APB to airports, bus

stations, train stations.

FBI are a bunch of egomaniacs.

Prickles. Gail. I usually call them SOBs, but Prickles works too.

You should know, the FBI secretary's talking to Mary Jo like they're better

than her.

Oh, you want me to crack some skulls? No, baby, forget those secretaries.

Agents Oakley and Sabato are coming here tomorrow for the task force.

I need an equipment center there, buffet table there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. These fools think they can barge into our bullpen and take

over? Why don't they just use the conference room?

FBI secretaries are saying we have subpar cramped accommodation.

They're taking the night shift.

Wheeler wants you all to go home, get some rest, start fresh in the morning.

Go on.

Get the heck out of my hair so we can start setting up this crap. There's some

percolating. Have a think on where these bastards are hiding out.

Gibbs.

You know if Frank's had a brother?

Damn it, Mikey.

My husband will see you.

You can't keep doing this.

You hear me?

You are killing her.

I'm getting clean.

When we were in Nam, I wrote me that letter.

She told me how the ranch was going under.

She sold it while we were gone? She didn't have a choice.

Hendersons were offering a fair price.

They made a handshake agreement that we could rent it back and stay in the

house, work the land.

You never told me.

Boy, you weren't a place back then to understand.

Or help.

The plan was always to work the ranch back to profit, buy it back.

But then there were the floods, and...

Well, I started taking loans from people you don't want to owe.

How much you under?

The Henderson kids are selling to some developer.

They don't care about the handshake deal their daddy made.

They're evicting me in 14 days.

Look, all I need is more time.

Delay the eviction so I can scrape something together. A proper offer.

I thought maybe you'd know some legal types that could help.

I didn't want to bother you, but I couldn't think what else to do.

Yeah? Agent Franks?

Who is this?

I had passed you in the car.

I think you saw me, too.

Where you at, son?

Do you believe in signs?

Signs?

You see a person.

You hear a thing.

There's a reason for it.

There's a lot of people looking for you. It'd be better if I came to get you.

I'm gonna have to do it again.

Someone else is gonna get left.

You plan on hurting somebody else?

You know who I am.

Right?

Got to rob the bank.

Hello?

Hello?

Gail, those extension cords have been living in the same place for years. They

were thriving there. Why do you keep moving things?

I've been trying to put stuff where it's most intuitive to find.

I don't think intuitive means what you think it means.

Time to...

Oh, that's right. I put him by the fax machine because the first time I ever

saw one, I was with my grandpa, and he loves extension cords.

Mary Jo, I hate to start the morning on a sour note, but what happened last

night is completely unacceptable. Which part?

The part where we were setting up all day on a Saturday so the task force

could jump right in? Which part was unacceptable, Cliff?

The 18 equipment deliveries, the cheese danishes, hauling the good chairs up

from storage. My agents are unlisted for a reason. In what world is it acceptable

for a robbery suspect to call here and get Franks' home number? I mean, a

trained SEAL would know better. I'm sorry, sir. The guy called in and said

he was Franks' nephew. I thought it had something to do with his secret brother

being in town.

Franks has a brother? Franks' brother is not the problem here. The problem is

Wanda, head secretary at the FBI.

She had the nerve to send out an alert that we leaked Frank's number.

FBI Wanda's telling every secretary in a 20-mile radius that Mary Jo's

incompetent and NIS Pendleton has a pattern of security breaches.

Wanda can shut her dang face.

Okay. Here, take these with you.

The FBI sent over some more technical thingamajigs. I'm sure Wanda's in there

telling everybody there's a gross lack of outlets there.

Cliff. Agent Oakley. Good morning.

Here we go. What's the latest?

No hit on the vehicle bolo.

No sign of the wounded suspect at any ERs or underground doctors. What about

our victim?

Alana Clark.

I just spoke to her husband.

She hasn't woken up.

Brain bleed, swelling.

The next 24 hours are crucial.

Vera and Agent Sabato have an update for you whenever you're ready. Thank you.

Can I offer you a cheese danish, sir?

Cheese is lactose, Randolph.

Franks wanted me to tell you that the FBI forced him to stay home and wait by

the phone in case the guy calls again. Also, Vera has an update. Oh, hey.

Yes. Sir, I got an update for you.

Sabato and I roughed out a profile on our caller based on Franks' account of

the conversation.

Caller is definitely the driver of the caravan, but here's the kicker.

We think he's somebody Franks knows.

But not the nephew.

No. Franks doesn't have a nephew. The caller was just playing Gail to get the

number. The caller asks, you know who I am, right? And Franks responds, the guy

who robbed the bank?

That's confirming to the caller that Franks did not recognize him in the car,

so caller hangs up. I mean, look, clearly Franks didn't recognize the

caller. He couldn't even make him look human.

Caller made a clear threat.

Someone else is going to get left.

So who's he saying was left first, Alana Clark?

Is he saying that someone else is going to get hurt?

He also teased the idea of signs.

We're thinking attention-seeking tendencies.

Guy likes games.

So what now? Frank just sits by the phone waiting for him to call back? No,

the plan is to have another press conference, to draw out another call,

tap the line, then boom, we get a location.

That's what all the cords are for, for old tapping equipment.

All right.

Oakley, keep me updated.

Hey, I was... You see him out there?

Who?

Sabato. Look at him. He's got his cheese Danish hands all over my rubber band

ball. I want to grab it from him and kick his ass, but you know, I don't want

to make it worse for Mary Jo.

Heard about FBI Wanda? Mm-hmm.

Hey, listen.

I was thinking about the car chase.

And you in the car.

Must have been tough.

Frank's quit chasing them because of me.

I mean, time to move forward, you know?

I'm gonna get a new car.

I'm thinking maybe a truck.

I know trucks.

I could go with you.

Yeah.

Gibbs, your phone!

Yeah, Gibbs.

Gibbs, they still saying I got to do a press conference?

Yeah, you want me to put beer on, or?

No, listen, question for you.

Your lady friend, she any good with real estate law?

Diane? Yeah, she's thinking of switching to accounting, but... So she good with

numbers, too?

That can't hurt.

You think she'd mind having a chat with my brother, taking a look at some

property papers he's got?

Sure, boss. Yeah, I don't think she... Hey, Roy.

No, Franks, give me the phone. Hey, Franks?

Listen,

we've got a script for you to read at the press conference.

Look, Vera, I don't mind you coaching me, but I ain't changing how I talk.

Listen, every word has been carefully chosen to get the guy to call you. I

ain't reading crap, Vera. You're gonna read it. No, I ain't. Yes, you are, you

backwoods piece of... As you are aware, this crime was perpetrated by two

individuals.

But one of them is the voice of the operation.

We believe this man is driven to commit further crimes as a platform to send a

message.

But we don't yet know what he is trying to say.

You hear what I'm saying?

Damn it, Mason, you hear me? I said I'm getting clean.

You hear me? I said I'm getting clean!

Mama!

I swear I'm getting clean.

I swear.

That ain't enough!

I ain't letting you break her heart again.

You got that?

You come here again, and I'll shoot you myself.

Mama? Mama?

He calls here again, it'll automatically trip the trace back at headquarters, and

they'll be able to hear everything.

I'm charging up the sat phone to keep the landline open.

You need to keep the caller on for at least two minutes for them to trace the

location.

Mike.

Two minutes.

You all getting bamboozled by the FBI.

They kicked Gary out, move all this crap in here.

That script was a bunch of BS.

Okay, Mike.

Mikey, she's here.

Ain't no way that guy's calling.

Thanks for coming. Of course.

Appreciate you coming, Diane.

Mike, good to see you again.

My brother Mason.

Yeah, we met two seconds ago. He already feels like old friend material.

Look, I can't promise a miracle, but we'll see if we can't find some legal

loophole to squirm through, and Leroy can tell you I'm pretty good at getting

what I want.

It's awful kind of you, Mr. Head.

Are you hungry?

I know the absolute best burger joint.

Dominguez.

Yeah.

We're on our way.

Suspect's vehicle was spotted with them possibly inside.

Whoa. You're here with the phone.

Who's calling? You just said they're in the car. I said possibly.

Proby, let's go. Randy's meeting us there.

NIS, weapons down, hands up. Step out of your vehicle.

Place your weapons on the dash.

Exit the vehicle with your hands up.

Gunshot wound to the arm. That's our robber.

Where the hell's the other one?

We positively ID'd the body as Kurt Van Driessen, 24 years old. Do we know for

sure he's one of our robbers? Yeah.

I leaned on our lab for a quick answer.

Blood typing matched the sample from the wall in the bank.

He's the one that assaulted the manager.

Petty theft, gambling.

Do we have any known associates yet?

We're working on it. He lived in Chula Vista with a cousin. She reported him

missing this morning.

Far as who he might rob a bank with, she had no idea.

How's the family?

Shelly thinks divorce is for people with more disposable income, so at least I

have that going for me.

Never is easy, is it?

Your people give you an update on the manager?

The bank manager, Alana Clark.

The doctor says she's stabilizing.

They're moving her out of ICU.

Good to hear.

Stand it up in front of the window and put out the expensive tax.

Wait, you're putting the FBI in here? I thought you said it was too cramped.

Agent Zapato tripped over an extension cord down there and almost chipped a

tooth. Oh, it wasn't your fault, Mary Jo. He wasn't looking where he was going

because he was tossing that ball around.

Yeah, and also, he ate, like, eight danishes.

He probably couldn't see his feet over his distended stomach.

Okay, ladies.

Do me a favor and go and ask Agent Oakley if there's any other stuff they

want us to lug up the damn stairs.

But say it polite.

So, uh, we're gonna trace the call from in here, then? Yep.

And you are making another board?

You got a better plan, Cliff?

No.

Because FBI Wanda is telling every secretary from here to Mexico...

That Mary Jo Hayes is a hack.

Saying, I don't even know what the heck I'm doing.

And they're all starting to believe her.

Mary Jo.

There was this one time, a long time ago, I had a horrible date.

It was before Shelly.

The relationship was doomed.

We were screaming at each other in the car, and the 8-track was jammed, so it

kept repeating the song Daniel over and over.

You know.

Elton John.

There's some story, Cliff.

Am I supposed to be getting something from it? I'm sorry.

I'm out of my wheelhouse here.

All I'm saying is that you are the furthest thing from a hack.

And there are some things that not even a perfect song can fix.

No use getting worked up over things that you can't control.

And also, screw FBI Wanda.

Yeah, screw her.

Kurt Van Driessen, robber extraordinaire.

Guy had a tough day. He robs a bank. He hits a nice lady with a head. Gets shot

by a sailor. Rides along in a car chase.

And ends up dead in a friggin' Dodge Caravan.

The sailor's 9mm struck him in the upper arm. Exited through a fairly linear

trajectory. Severed the brachial artery. He bled out. His partner tried like hell

to save him, though.

Come join me, my two crime-solving muffins.

Tango, you can come, too.

T-shirt was wrapped around his arm. The rest of this was in the van.

Went through the FBI lab.

Makeshift tourniquets, huh? Partner tried a bunch of ways to stop the

bleeding? Yes, but listen up, kids. A tourniquet is only as strong as the knot

that is used to hold it. Yeah, a belt loop and a square knot is only going to

stay taut for so long. Right. See, I would have gone with a clove hitch.

What? You've never seen a chick who digs the artistry of knots before?

You mean because you sail?

No, there is no boating.

Oh, you do like bedroom nuts?

I wouldn't be surprised if your other robber was an Eagle Scout or had some

other modest first aid training.

Took it as far as he could.

He said on the phone someone else is going to get left behind.

Maybe it wasn't a threat. Maybe he was expressing remorse.

He knew Van Driessen was going to die. He could have felt bad about leaving him

behind. And if he wasn't playing games, then we approached him the wrong way.

We got to appeal to his emotions.

How the hell you gonna do that?

My name is Captain Reginald Clark.

This is my wife, Alana.

This is what they did to her at that bank.

She almost died.

And one of them is still out there.

And he did this to my wife.

So I'm asking for the public's help to find him.

I had him blame the caller for what the other guy did. If the caller does have

remorse, he'll feel even worse now.

Do me a favor, take five.

There was nothing she could do.

There ain't no way to keep your ranch.

I got 14 days to get my stuff out.

You should have told me more solely.

You know, Diane said the timing wouldn't have made a difference.

It wasn't right me not knowing.

Well, Diane said... I don't give a damn what Diane said. It wasn't right me not

knowing. You was doped up. Not for the last 16 years I wasn't. I ain't gonna do

this with you.

You kicked me out of that house.

I wasn't there because of you. I was doing right by Ma, and I'd do the same

thing again.

You didn't tell me about the ranch.

You didn't tell me nothing.

You didn't tell me she was sick. Hold on, Mikey. You kept me from her.

You didn't tell me nothing.

I was protecting her. You didn't tell me she was sick.

I didn't get to sing about her.

I didn't get to tell her I loved her.

You took that from me!

Mikey.

She was sick before you left.

You were just too doped up to notice.

Yeah. Are you tracing this?

It's him. It's him.

We don't got that kind of spy stuff.

I wasn't the one that hurt that lady.

Never said you did.

Her husband said it on TV.

Wires get crossed in these things sometimes.

You found Kurt's body?

I put him back in the car.

Trying to get him some help, but it was too late.

We know you tried to save him.

What is that scraping noise? Yeah, what is it? Some kind of interference?

No, no, no, it's not us. It's coming from the caller's end.

I left his body.

I did it again.

I left another man behind.

Who else did you leave?

Hey.

Hey, you still there?

Still with me?

You never said if you believe in signs.

My ma used to say, when you see a ladybug, that's somebody who ain't hear

no more saying hello.

Suppose that's a sign.

You think it was a sign that I saw you on the road?

A sign of what?

I got two guns here.

Where? On my couch.

What's that clicking?

Sabato. What the hell is going on here? The tap clicks sometimes. I can't stop

it. Wow, that seems like something you could have warned us about beforehand.

I hear clicking.

You're tracing this. No, I told you we ain't got the... Hey, you there?

Hello? You there? Hello?

He hung up.

We lost him.

We got the trace.

Oakley said it's no good. We didn't keep him on long enough.

Hey, Mike, what are you doing?

Taking this junk out to the dumpster. You can tell Oakley. You can fish it out

and shove it up his ass.

Mikey. We're done talking. You hear me? Take your papers and go.

Oh, you're back. Awesome.

Where's Franks? I don't know. He threw the trace equipment into the dumpster

and took off in the Chevelle.

Did you grab the equipment?

Negative. And we're not getting involved in that either. FBI Wanda already has

enough ammo as it is. Oakley and Spado are staying upstairs for now. I think

they're legitimately scared of Frank's killing them. What, are they sitting up

there? Are they working on the case? They're trying to use their FBI pull on

the phone company. They're asking for an expedited phone number to look up on the

caller. Good luck with that. Phone company's a bunch of prick holes. Yeah,

they said they'd try to get us the number in eight days instead of 14.

Talk to me. Where'd the guy call me from? Where's he at?

Boss, you good?

Yeah.

Stopped by Herm's pet Gary Callahan.

Screw the feds and their gadgets. We're going to do this our way.

He's got a pair of weapons and ain't right in the head. Somebody else bound

to get hurt. Where is he at?

Hey, you guys got to listen to this.

Vera, there's 14 of the good chairs in here. What are you doing up at Dash?

Sitting. What are we listening to? Okay, so I have been reviewing the tape of the

call. First of all... The guy says, I've got two guns. You said that already. You

had the damn headphones on. No, Franks, no.

He said, I've got two guns here on my couch.

My couch?

He's at home. That's what I'm thinking. Okay, now listen to this.

I left his body.

I did it again.

I left another man behind.

See, okay, so we know from the tourniquets that the guy has some kind

of medical training.

And now he's talking about leaving another man behind.

No man left behind.

He's military.

Bingo. See, Brinks, first he's talking about signs, and then with all the talk

about seeing you on the road, Mike, I am telling you, the guy knows you. He

thought you would recognize him. Could he be someone you served with? He

sounded younger than that.

Come on, Frank, think.

I'm thinking.

Oh, jeez. No, you're not.

You're staring at this monstrosity.

Now think.

Play it again.

I found Kurt's body.

I put him back in the car to try and get him some help, but it was too late.

We know you tried to save him.

I left his body.

I did it again.

I left another man behind.

Who else did you leave?

No man left behind.

You're a Marine.

You're supposed to be a Polnareff.

But you didn't, did you? You left Myers out there.

I wrote the grid point of the attack in his book and told him not to come back

until he found it.

It's the guy from the Myers case.

The Myers case. PFC Myers. He was the guy that got left out at the range to

find a tack. He was killed for his sneakers.

Dominguez, what's this guy's name? What guy?

The guy we interrogated. Team leader. He was rubbing his damn tags together.

He's the one who left Myers out there. He was a corporal. Uh, Corporal William?

Something with a W?

Corporal Wade. Wade. Rando.

Flip this thing on and ask for a home address.

Got him!

Show me your hands.

Corporal Wade.

Joel.

You wanna tell me what happened?

Kurt said robbing a bank would be easy money.

I was gonna give my share to Myers' mother.

You left Myers out there.

We ain't the one who killed him.

No, you... you told me in that room, no man left behind.

I couldn't get that out of my head.

Then I saw you in the car.

I felt like it was, I don't know, Myers or God or someone screaming at me about

how bad I screwed up.

No man left behind.

You were right.

I'm a Marine, and I was supposed to be upholding that.

Do you really believe in science?

Or were you just trying to keep me on the phone?

Why don't you put your hands behind your back now, sir?

What did we find out about Wade's status?

He was on leave pending a hearing for his misconduct with Myers.

Guy blames himself for Myers getting killed spirals then robs a bank with his

buddy insanity Hey, you mind telling Wanda where you got those cheese

danishes Stuff she gets his crap my pleasure

Daniel

is traveling tonight on a plane

I can see the red-tailed lies hidden in space.

Daniel, you know, I had this horrible date once where that 8

-track was stuck in my car stereo.

That song must have played 50 times while we were sitting there fighting.

How can you not love Elton?

Tell Frank Solano Clark I woke up.

He's gonna be okay.

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane.

I can see the reptile eyes.

Oh!

The bottom was going to walk off with it.

I fought him for it.

I disinfected it, too.

Thanks.

Hey, I was thinking, for your truck, we should do a couple test drives.

Tomorrow work?

Actually, my brother-in-law is gonna come with me.

You sure?

Yeah, my sister wants to come too.

Diane seemed nice.

Maybe next time you can introduce me like a normal person.

Sitting on your shelf.

You get the bastard?

Yeah.

He was more of a broken kid than anything.

Look, I know you told me to leave, but...

I didn't want to go without telling you how proud I am.

I'm proud of what you made of yourself.

And Ma would have been proud too.

Ask you to stay, but we'd probably kill each other.

No doubt about that.

Besides, there's no need for it.

I'm good.

Something came to mind, actually.

This place.

A place I think you might like.

They call it The Range.

Guy named Abe Pruitt runs it.

They grow plants there.

You'll have a place to live.

Hell, I could even help you put your own house up there.

My buddy Gibbs knows a thing or two about building.

You'll have a good job working outside with your hands.

Just how you like it.

It wouldn't be that different from the ranch.

You'll be with people who understand what it means to lose land they love. A

community.

Folks all living out their second chance.

I'll take a couple days off.

Pack up the house for you.

I can bring you what you need.

It's the least I can do.

Glad you came to see me, Mason.

Glad we talked.

It's what Ma would have wanted.