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Oh, thank you for coming so soon.

I am at my wit's end.

They are flying into my store, bothering customers.

I mean, this is bad for business.

Don't worry. I got you.

I haven't met a hive yet I couldn't handle.

Let's see, looks like we're dealing with the Bombus species.

Maybe Apis mellifera.

Okay, whatever they are, I want them gone.

We'll find these sweeties a new home.

Wait, wait, uh,

a-aren't you gonna wear one of those bee suits?

No. No, the smoke will distract them.

See, the trick is

to find the queen and remove her from the hive,

then the others will fall into place.

You want to come watch?

No, no, I'm terrified of bees.

I read somewhere that they can smell fear and they attack.

Yeah, that's a common misconception.

Trust me, these babies are harmless.

All you got to do is

keep your cool.

Oh, my God.

Oh... ow!

Get them off me!

I was wrong. They smell fear!

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All right, John, Morgan, we are leaving in five minutes.

I am not kidding.

I swear to God, it gets rougher and rougher

trying to get these kids

to get ready for school, it's like pulling...

What? What'd I do?

Oh, it's not you, it's these stupid outlets.

They're so loose, I c... I can't plug anything in,

Really? Again?

I can't even make my coffee, and I need my coffee, Tim.

You wouldn't like me without my coffee.

Okay, I'll call an electrician to look at the outlets, okay?

Great. We'll add it to our list of problems with this kitchen.

What are you talking about? We got a beautiful kitchen.

Oh, it was beautiful, yeah, before our kids

started banging into the cabinets

and leaving their handprints everywhere.

Oh, the sink started leaking.

Tim, we've been here, what,

eight years and we've never updated one thing?

What are you saying?

I'm thinking maybe it's time for a kitchen remodel.

Um, honey, I'm not so sure.

Um, I mean, do we really want all these workers in our house?

You know, and can we even afford it? We got the

summer school tuition for the kids,

we got a big family trip next fall.

Well, we can make it work. We'll stretch.

I don't know, can we push it off till next year?

And eight years becomes nine.

Thank you. We'll figure it out, okay?

'Cause it's not like, you know, the kitchen is a total disas...

We'll-we'll fix this, too.

There we go.

An exterminator found the trash bags early this morning.

Any I.D.?

Well, first on the scene didn't want

to go poking inside the bag.

They saw the tattoo on the arm, so they called us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what-what are you doing?

What? They're bothering me.

Yeah, but don't kill them. They're nature's pollinators.

They spread flowers, feed birds.

Just pretend they're not there.

Okay? Just ignore them.

Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late.

Oh, God.

Aww, they took it down already?

I was hoping it'd still be up.

Jimmy.

- Really, dude? - Oh, the suit?

Well, I'm a part of an amateur beekeeper club.

We meet in the park every other Sunday,

check on the hives, you know?

So when I heard about this one...

See? This guy gets it.

A fellow bee lover.

Yeah, though, uh, truthfully,

I'm actually in it for the honey.

Yeah, I just love that stuff.

I put it on everything.

Yeah. It's a problem.

Okay, uh, Winnie-the-Pooh, can we move on

- to our victim, please? - All right.

Uh, let's see.

Victim appears to be an adult male.

Based on the lack of blood here,

I would say he was most likely killed

and dismembered elsewhere and then his body dumped here.

You see a wallet in there anywhere?

No, no, he appears to be naked.

If you want to run his prints

through AFIS... I can lend you a hand.

McGee, could you do the honors?

Wait, sorry, what am I doing?

I'll do it. Just...

Gross. Gross.

You okay?

Yeah, sorry, I'm just a little distracted.

Delilah and I have been talking about a kitchen remodel.

Oh, fun.

Yeah. Are you gonna get a pizza oven?

Oh, you got to get a pizza oven, bro.

Ooh.

What?

Uh, nothing, but, um, a remodel?

I m... it's a major marriage stressor.

Me and my ex did a remodel once.

Yeah? What happened?

We got divorced.

Uh, Parker?

We have a problem.

He's not in our system?

Uh, no, he is.

Marine Captain Tom Riley.

According to this, he died two years ago in San Diego.

That's impossible.

This body was killed within the week.

So how does a guy die twice?

Appreciate you coming in, Major Vicks.

No problem. Although to be honest,

I'm a bit confused what I'm doing here.

Your agent on the phone said that he found

Tom Riley's body in D.C.?

That's correct. Yeah.

Tom Riley died in an accident two years ago off San Diego.

I know because I was there.

I was his CO.

I signed off on the accident report.

This has to be a mistake.

Afraid not.

Prints and dental records matched.

Tell us about the accident.

It was a tragedy.

Helicopter crash.

Four Marines, coming back from a training mission.

And Riley was the pilot?

They hit some bad weather ten miles off the coast.

Heavy turbulence.

Riley tried to stabilize but

they went down over the water.

And we retrieved all of the bodies except for Riley's.

He was presumed dead.

Any idea why he didn't return to base

after the accident or tell anyone he was alive?

Maybe he wanted out.

Why?

Riley was a troubled Marine.

He received more disciplinary actions

than I care to count.

There was talk

that he may not have been sober on the day of the accident.

That it might have been his fault.

Hey, Jimmy.

Whoa, whoa. Stop.

What? What is it?

I broke a jar of honey there earlier,

right about where you're standing.

There might still be some residue left.

You brought honey in here?

Oh, it's from my beekeeper club.

You know, I wanted to bring it in, share it with you guys,

but then I accidentally dropped it.

Knight was right. You got a problem.

You find anything on the body?

Well, I managed to put Captain Riley back together again

and I learned that he was killed 48 hours ago,

give or take.

Stabbed multiple times

and bled out prior to dismemberment.

Any idea where the kill site was?

No, but I did find these metal pieces around the cuts.

Uh... I should have a

evidence photo here somewhere.

Ah, yes. We...

It's... I think it's the honey, I-I...

What are they? Part of the murder weapon?

I don't know. Uh, Kasie's running analysis right now.

But I'll tell you something, Parker.

Whoever killed our victim here

knew exactly what they were doing.

The dismemberment, the precision of the cuts.

This person has definitely killed before.

You're saying he's a serial killer?

Possibly.

In addition to these metal rings, I also found

small smears of blood around each one of the stab wounds.

Kasie ran a quick analysis and the blood

does not belong to our victim.

It could belong to the killer.

Or to another victim.

Hey, guys. I hope I'm not interrupting.

Delilah, hey.

Well, well, well,

if it isn't my favorite McGee.

Honey, hey. What are you doing here?

Well, I just got the best news

and I could not wait to tell you in person.

So I was talking with my friend at work, Deena,

about our kitchen remodel.

You guys are remodeling?

Yeah, we're getting a pizza oven.

It... we're in the early stages.

We're still talking about it, so...

Well, Deena has a sister who works as a producer

on one of those reality shows, you know,

the ones where they remodel your house?

Well, Deena spoke with her sister,

and they want to come over

to our house tomorrow night to interview us

about being on the show.

On the TV show?

You know what this means?

If this works out, they'll pay for our dream kitchen.

Hey, that's amazing, guys. That's great news.

Honey, I-I'm not so sure about this.

Tim, it's a free remodel.

It is the answer to our prayers. Please.

Okay.

Great, 'cause I already signed the release forms.

I just need your signature right here and here.

Okay.

- Delilah. Long time no see. - Hi.

What's going on?

Uh, McGee and Delilah

are gonna remodel their kitchen on reality TV.

Really? Congrats.

Thank you, Parker.

Ooh, I got to go. I have a class in 30 minutes.

I will see you tonight.

Bye, guys. Oh, I'm so excited.

Bye, honey.

Tread lightly, my friend.

My couch is always available.

So, uh, where are we at with our victim?

Meet Tom Wade,

otherwise known as Tom Riley.

Kasie ran facial recognition and his face popped up in the Texas DMV.

Turns out, he'd been living there for the past two years

under a new identity.

Yeah, we tracked his credit cards,

and we learned that he flew into D.C. a week ago.

- To do what? - We don't know yet.

We're still pulling his cell phone records

and trying to trace his movements.

Riley, aka Wade, lived in Farnsworth, Texas.

I spoke with the sheriff's station there.

Apparently, Riley's apartment was recently broken into.

Can't be a coincidence.

Maybe Riley's problems in Texas followed him to D.C.

All right, we'll have to hit this case on two fronts:

Here and Texas.

So, who's going down there?

Well, don't ask me. Delilah will kill me

if I don't do this TV interview, so...

Oh.

Looks like it's you two. Saddle up.

I love Texas. I've never been, but I watch all the westerns.

Just promise me you're not gonna wear a cowboy hat.

I promise nothing.

Happy trails.

All I'm saying is you shouldn't have left me back at coach.

Okay, I had miles, they offered me an upgrade.

What was I gonna say, no?

The dude next to me took his shoes off the entire flight, Jess.

I thought I was gonna pass out.

Okay, stop being so dramatic.

It's not even like first class was all that great.

The champagne was warm.

Mm. Hello.

Well, you two must be from out of town

to be this good looking.

Checking in?

Uh, yes, two rooms, please. Knight, Torres.

Yeah, and if she asks for an upgrade, don't give it to her.

Uh, all right.

Here you go.

Your rooms are outside and to the left.

Need help with your bags?

No, we'll manage. Thanks.

Good, 'cause my back is killing me,

and you look like you've got muscles to spare.

Um, so we have a meeting

with your sheriff in about an hour.

Uh, would you mind pointing us in the direction of the station?

Lucky for you, honey.

You don't have far to go.

This is a small town.

We all wear a lot of hats here.

I got a call a week ago from Tom's neighbor

about a possible B and E at his apartment.

I show up to find the place tossed.

No sign of Tom.

Did they take anything?

Nothing of value that I could tell.

It didn't look like your typical smash-and-grab.

Whoever did this,

they were looking for something.

So you said Tom Wade wasn't even his real name?

- It was Riley. - Hmm.

He was living under a false identity.

Did you know him at all?

Nothing more than a couple hellos now and then.

He spent most of his time working for the Bannons.

Who are the Bannons?

Only the most powerful family in the county.

Oh, hell, probably the whole state.

They own Firecreek.

That's the big cattle ranch just outside of town.

It's run by Carl Bannon.

Well, if Tom worked for this guy, we should meet him.

Man is a force of nature.

Tough as a bull.

I guess it's true what they say.

Everything really is bigger in Texas.

You ready to mosey on up and knock?

Oh, wow, you're really committing to the Texan thing.

- Aren't you? - Mm-hmm.

What the hell?

You trying to kill us?

No.

But he was about to.

Let's go, big boy.

Looks like rattlesnake soup for supper.

Carl Bannon.

Welcome to Firecreek.

So what are you, FBI? USDA?

NCIS, actually.

Never heard of 'em.

Hey, Doris, get this in the kitchen.

Tell them this time go easy on the paprika.

So what can I do for you, NCIS?

We'd like to ask you a few questions

about one of your employees, Tom Wade.

Fine by me, as long

as you don't mind asking while I get my shave.

It's a nice setup you got out here.

Ah, yeah, I think so.

We just finished up a land deal

that gives us 725,000 acres.

Makes us one of the biggest cattle ranches here in Texas.

Wow, that's a lot of land.

Hmm. "And Alexander wept because there were

- no more worlds to conquer." - Hmm?

It's a quote by Plutarch.

Yeah, I don't know who that is, but he definitely

ain't from Texas. Always room for more.

Dad, what are you doing?

I just heard from Doris you're talking to the Feds?

Why didn't you wait for me?

Jackson Bannon. I'm the family's in-house counsel.

It's my son here.

Trying to protect me from running my mouth too much.

Can I ask what this is about?

Tom Wade.

When was the last time you saw him?

Hmm, a week ago?

Figured he was on a bender somewhere

or shacked up with some girl.

Why? What did he do?

He's dead.

We found his body in D.C.

Damn.

That's too bad.

He's a good ranch hand.

Did he work for you guys a long time?

Um, how long would you say, Jack?

Uh, two.

Two years.

Did either of you know him well?

No, can't say I did.

Me, neither. Yeah, we got over 70 employees

working for us here.

It's too hard to keep track.

Did you know that Tom's real name was Tom Riley?

And that he'd been living under a false identity?

Well, to be honest with you,

I can't say I'm too surprised.

Working a ranch is a hard life.

Most of the men we hired, uh,

either got a checkered past or they're running from something.

And that doesn't concern you?

No, not at all.

We give them a sense of purpose.

Honest work.

Chance to feel good about themselves.

Maybe turn their lives around.

For some, ain't no helping them.

Maybe that's the way it was with Tom.

Poor son of a bitch couldn't outrun his demons, I reckon.

If there ain't nothing more.

I got an auction to get to.

Well, we'd like to take a look around,

talk to some of Tom's coworkers.

Go ahead.

Well, no, Dad, I... What my father meant to say

is that we'll talk to our lawyers first...

I can speak for myself, Jack.

Yes, sir.

Take your time, I got nothing to hide.

Hey, Kase?

Whoa, whoa, what...?

Wait a second.

Hey, Parker.

What do you think?

I think I'm in the wrong room. What happened?

All this talk about McGee and Delilah's

remodel inspired me to do my own remodel.

I mean, this office has had the same layout for years.

I need to do a little feng shui.

I think it looks pretty good now.

It definitely has a better flow. Can you feel it?

Yeah, sure.

It's good shui.

Yeah, cause I was thinking we could do your work space next.

How about we just do a case update first?

Okay? You got anything for me?

Well, I still haven't located.

Riley's kill site yet.

But I did figure out what

those pieces of metal we found on the body were. Check it out.

Okay, sorry, Ka... I can't...

It's the sun, isn't it?

I'm gonna have to feng shui this place all over again.

No, no, it's okay, what?...?

What am I looking at?

Those metal links were pieces of chain mail.

You know, like they wore under medieval armor.

Our killer wore a chain mail suit?

Yeah, and it gets even weirder.

Remember the blood that we found on the body

that didn't belong to the victim?

Turns out it's not human.

Please don't say aliens.

It's animal blood.

I'm still analyzing it to figure out which one,

but, uh, I think our guy

killed an animal right before killing our victim.

Like an animal sacrifice?

We could be looking at some

ritualistic serial killer.

Oh, easy.

Easy.

All right, all right.

Easy, hey, hey! Whoa!

Come on, I got you.

Easy.

She's got spirit.

She's a handful, all right.

Have you worked at the ranch long?

Long enough.

What about Tom Wade?

Spend any time with him?

Listen, mister, not to be rude,

but maybe now's not the best time?

Okay, okay.

Fine.

You win.

It's okay. It's okay.

Hey, what are you doing? She'll kill ya.

I don't think so.

Come on.

Come on, hey.

Come on.

Hey, whoa, whoa.

Not bad.

Where'd you learn that?

Colombia.

Where I grew up, there weren't a lot of kids to play with.

But there were a lot of these.

You asked about Tom?

Yeah, I know him. Good guy.

Why you asking?

I'm afraid he's dead.

He was murdered.

That's horrible.

You two were close?

Yeah.

He actually had a brain, unlike most of the dumb apes

who work here.

Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt him?

No.

I...

What?

It's silly, but a couple of nights

when I was here working late, I saw

Tom loading boxes onto his truck,

and take off in a hurry.

Any idea where he was going?

No, but the next morning,

I asked him about what he'd been doing,

and he denied ever being here.

But I saw him with my own eyes.

Why would he lie to me?

Honey, you're home. Tim, this is...

Rachel Calley, producer of Home Sweet Home Remodel.

It's so great to meet you.

Yeah, great-great to meet you, too.

I'm sorry, are we, are we

filming right now? I thought this was just,

like, a simple interview.

Oh, them? We film all of our initial meetings

as a sort of screen test.

You know, to make sure the couples are right for the show.

Just pretend they aren't there.

All right, gotcha. Oh, okay.

Shall we get started?

Yay! Ooh!

I'm so excited.

Okay, so...

Tim and Delilah,

we've come up with some fabulous ideas

for your new dream kitchen.

To start with, we were thinking of replacing your sad,

tired island with a new quartz countertop

with a mini-sink to help with food prep.

Ooh, I love that, that...

Quartz is so beautiful.

Quartz is amazing, and that sink is gonna come in handy.

- Absolutely. - Mm-hmm.

And then for your base cabinets,

we were thinking of replacing them

with soft-close drawers to

maximize your storage.

Oh, great. And we definitely need more storage.

Perfect because you can never have

- enough storage, right? - Mm-hmm.

Okay, we're just gonna...

Okay, a little tip.

Maybe it's better if you two don't agree so much.

It is a reality TV show, after all,

and our audiences like a little drama.

So sorry.

Oh, no problem.

Just maybe spice things up a bit, yeah?

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah, no. You got it. You got it.

Okay, great.

So next to your fridge we were thinking

an appliance garage would come in handy

to hide all the clutter.

I don't like that at all.

I also don't like it. I think it's an awful idea.

Okay, cut.

Okay.

Good. Good.

But maybe disagree more with each other

rather than with me?

Oh...

Of course. Wait, um,

what if I really like the appliance garage?

Yeah, I like it, too. I like it, too.

And I don't know, it feels weird to lie.

Oh, no. No one is asking you to lie.

We're just trying to capture those normal, everyday disagreements

that couples have.

You know, the little marital spats.

Well, we don't really fight.

When we disagree, I usually just point out to Tim

why he's wrong, and then he just agrees with me.

She's right, that's usually how it goes.

Okay, so this next idea we are really excited about.

We are gonna rip out that linoleum,

and we are gonna put in Pergo flooring.

I...

Love it?

Kasie said this is the spot?

According to the GPS in Tom's truck.

But beats me what he's doing out here.

Looks like a rough crowd.

He was carrying.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah.

Back door.

Yo, these must be the boxes that Tom loaded onto his truck.

Nothing but toys.

Got blankets in mine.

Hands in the air.

Please.

Again, a thousand apologies

for giving you a scare back there.

We had some issues in the past with people breaking in

to steal church donations.

If I'd known you were law enforcement...

No, no need to apologize.

We should have just come in through the front door.

Can I offer you some coffee?

No, thank you. Is this your church?

Just temporarily.

A pipe burst in our church downtown,

left a dreadful mess, so we're using this place

till the repairs are done.

Are you familiar with Tom Wade?

Hmm.

More than familiar.

Tom's one of our most devoted church members.

Volunteers every weekend,

runs the church youth group.

Those donation boxes in the back

that's all thanks to Tom.

You seem surprised.

No, it's just hard to square that

with everything that we've heard about him.

Tom had his demons, no doubt.

When I first met him a year ago,

he was struggling hard to overcome addiction.

He mentioned that he'd lost three friends in an accident.

Childhood, I think.

I could tell he blamed himself for those deaths.

It wasn't in childhood.

He was in the Marines.

It was a helicopter crash.

That's a terrible thing.

I know it tore him up inside.

But, fortunately,

Tom let the Lord in and

got clean.

Completely turned his life around.

When was the last time you saw Tom?

At a youth group meeting about a week ago.

Why?

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but...

Tom's been murdered.

Oh, no.

It was in D.C., wasn't it?

How do you know that?

I told him not to go.

I should've never let him.

Pastor,

if you know something about Tom's death,

now would be the time to tell us.

Tom Riley was in D.C. investigating the Bannons.

The night before he left, he told the pastor

that he'd found something at the ranch while he was looking

- for donations. - What was it?

Well, he never actually told the pastor.

He just said it was something bad

and that he was gonna go to D.C. to track it down.

Why not just go to the police?

Riley was trying to do the right thing.

Make amends for his past.

Uh, if Riley was in D.C. investigating,

it's possible that whatever he found got him killed.

Any ideas what it was?

Actually, I have one.

Once these guys told me that Riley worked at the ranch,

I started looking into Carl Bannon.

Turns out you don't get that big by playing nice.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

The guy that we met with was, uh,

pretty intimidating.

Yeah, rumors are he built his empire

through shady dealings, coercion, you name it.

He ever been prosecuted?

No, that's the thing... people have been trying for years,

but, so far, no.

So maybe Riley found some evidence

that could finally put him away?

And Bannon killed him for it.

Okay, I buy that.

Let's double down on Carl Bannon.

We'll dig more into his financials

while you two head back to the ranch.

Press Bannon and see if he'll give up anything.

If we press too hard, he, uh... he won't talk.

But I can think of someone who might.

Sorry, Agent Knight, my father isn't here.

Actually, I came to talk to you.

Tell me more about Tom Wade.

I don't know what's left to say.

I already told you

didn't know him very well.

Well, it sure seemed like you did

when I told you he was murdered.

And when I talked to your workers,

they suggested that the two of you were close?

They're wrong.

I don't think so.

It's pretty obvious that you and Tom were friends.

I'm not really sure why you're trying so hard to keep it a secret.

Unless the two of you were more than friends.

Why didn't you tell us about your relationship?

I didn't want my father to know.

What Tom and I had...

He would've never accepted it.

Most people around here wouldn't have.

If you cared for Tom

help us catch who killed him.

What can I do?

We believe that Tom may have been killed

because of something that he found on the ranch.

Something connected to your father.

My father?

You think he's involved in this?

Possibly.

No.

No, look,

he might be a lot of things, but a murderer?

We're not accusing your father of anything yet.

We're just trying to get some information on him.

So if you know of anything that could help us...

You're asking me to betray my father.

I am asking you to get justice for the man that you loved.

Look, I got to go.

I'm late for a meeting.

That recent land deal my father made

he acquired our neighbors, the Bluebonnet Ranch.

As family attorney, I should've been involved

in those negotiations. But for some reason,

my father cut me out of it.

I always wondered why.

Yeah, no, I got the countertop samples,

but you sent me Terracotta Tan and not Sandstone Beige.

What do you mean, what's the difference?

No, I... One is beige and the other one

is $200 a foot.

Yes, so can you please just send me the right one?

Thank you.

I thought you were remodeling your kitchen,

not the office.

Yeah, I'm sorry about this. I know it's

little bit of a mess. I've been trying

to squeeze some work on the remodel.

Shouldn't the TV show be doing that?

They, uh... they passed.

Apparently, uh, Delilah and I aren't dysfunctional enough

for reality television.

And that's okay, because I have decided

to do the remodel myself.

- Really? - Yeah.

Been watching DIY videos,

- um, talking to vendors. - Uh-huh.

How's that going?

Not good. Not so good.

Parker, I'll be honest with you...

I don't know what I'm doing here, okay? I am not a contractor.

I'm lucky if I don't burn the kitchen down.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I mean, I'm not gonna be able to do this remodel.

The problem is though, how am I gonna tell Delilah?

It's gonna break her heart.

Just be honest with her. She'll understand.

More countertop people?

Thank God, no. Tech trolls.

Been working on the Bluebonnet Ranch deal

that Knight told us about.

Ah, just the man

I want to see. I think I figured out

the original kill site where Riley was murdered.

Oh, yeah? All right, lay it on me.

Moo.

Gonna need more, Kase.

Remember the animal blood we found on the body?

DNA came back. It turns out the blood was bovine.

It was cow blood.

Moo.

Yeah. And that got me thinking

about the links of chain mail we found.

Factory butchers wear chain mail

to protect themselves when they're chopping up a carcass.

So Riley was killed in a meat factory?

And guess who owns a meat-packing plant

three miles from where the body was dumped.

Carl Bannon.

- Mm-hmm. - Good work, Kase.

But we still got a problem.

Even if we can tie him to the murder,

we still don't know why Riley was killed.

Think I just got motive.

Can't believe we couldn't have done this up at the ranch.

But I'm here now.

So what's this all about?

We'd like to talk to you about the recent land acquisition

that you made with Bluebonnet Ranch.

We looked into the deal

and Bluebonnet's grasslands were destroyed

in a wildfire last year.

Owner was forced to sell.

To you.

For pennies on the dollar.

Well, Bluebonnet suffered a bit of bad luck.

Their misfortune, my gain. What about it?

The initial reports suggest that the fire

was arson.

We even have an eyewitness who places

three of your ranch hands near the scene.

Yeah, well, that's news to me.

I never heard any of these reports.

Well, that's funny, considering you paid someone to bury them.

We found wire transfers that were sent

to the official in charge of the investigation.

And we're still running down who sent the payments,

but it's only a matter of time before it leads back to you.

Here's what we're thinking, Carl.

Can I call you Carl?

No, little girl. No, you may not.

Carl, we think that Tom Wade

found evidence of your cover-up.

And because you have every Texas official in your pocket,

he had to go to D.C. to blow the whistle.

When you found out, you had Wade killed before he could talk.

Oh, so I'm a murderer now, too?

If the boot fits.

We know Wade was killed in one of your meat-packing plants.

Yeah, well, that's, uh...

That's a crying shame.

Don't mean I had anything to do with it, though.

Hundreds of people work at that plant.

Let me ask you something.

You got any evidence that ties me to the murder?

No. Not yet.

But we are searching the place now

and we will be talking to your plant manager.

And don't worry, something will come up.

Then I reckon we've got nothing else to talk about.

You know...

I come down here alone as a favor to Jo here.

But if I got to come back,

I'm bringing my army of real expensive lawyers.

Hell, I might even bring my friend

the governor down here to see what he has to say about this

half-assed witch hunt of y'all's.

We'll make sure we have an extra chair.

You know, you can only poke at a bull so long

before he comes charging at you.

And if you aim to shoot him,

well, you damn sure better not miss.

Jo.

You recognize this man?

Yep, I've seen him before.

- You mind telling us when? - Um, sure.

Um...

He came into the plant a few days ago.

Said he worked for the Bannons back in Texas

and wanted the tour.

Since I'm the plant manager, I gave him one.

Then he left.

You sure about that?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, he's dead. And we're wondering

- if you knew something about it. - Me?

Yeah, you. The guy sweating like a pig in a bacon factory.

Is it hot in here?

No.

Y-You know what? I-I think

I need to get some air, or something.

Mr. Norian, we understand

that the Bannons are very powerful.

We can protect you.

- I can't... I can't breathe. - He's having a panic attack.

- All right, call 911. - No!

- You need to calm down! - No, you got to let me leave!

No, no, no. Bill, Bill, Bill.

Bill, we're not gonna hurt you!

Hurt him.

Oxygen saturation's back to normal.

Well, my head sure isn't.

Are you sure he's down for the count?

Eh, he's sedated, he should be stable enough for transport now.

Well, what's the prognosis?

Because that was no panic attack.

No, that was a psychotic break.

Most likely brought upon by an overdose of methamphetamines.

At least according to Kasie's blood tests.

You're saying this guy's a meth head?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Could have been an accidental overdose.

Uh, that still makes him a meth head, Jimmy.

Not if he didn't know he was taking it.

How do you accidentally take meth?

I don't know, but there have been

20 other cases at the plant where Bill works.

Let me rephrase that:

How do 20 people accidentally take meth?

That's a good question.

And you are not gonna believe the answer.

You're right. I don't believe it.

All the employees who got sick

ate the exact same thing for lunch

at the factory cafeteria:

Burgers made from meat at the factory.

So the drugs were in the meat?

And two of the butchers confessed

to smuggling it inside the carcasses.

Found this one and about a dozen others

in a back storage room,

all stuffed with meth.

One of the packets must've torn open during transit,

tainted the meat that went into the burgers.

Should've ordered the fish.

So, did these carcasses come from the Bannon ranch?

Yes. Butchers would intercept the drugs

when the meat would come in,

hand it off to local distributors.

It's actually a pretty smooth operation.

Until, uh, Riley showed up asking questions.

And the butchers admitted to killing Riley,

except they insist that they were just taking orders

from someone at the ranch.

Who?

Dad, we got to go. We've got the meeting with the bank.

Unbelievable.

Y'all just don't quit, do you?

Us? Nah. We just missed you too much.

Get Miner and his team on the horn.

Tell 'em I'm being arrested

for murder on account of some land deal.

It's drug smuggling now, actually.

And we're not here for you.

We're here for her.

Me?

What are you talkin' about?

Your partner in the D.C. factory gave you up.

Said you were the brains

behind the whole smuggling operation.

Tom figured it out when he found the drugs

while looking for donations.

But after he got caught snooping around in D.C.,

you ordered your partner to kill him.

This is insane.

You believe this why?

Because two guys in D.C. I've never met said so?

It's their word against mine.

We never said it was two guys.

This true?

You done that?

Damn, girl, you're gonna ruin me!

Gun, gun!

- Dad! - Drop it!

No shot, no shot.

I got him.

I got him.

Hey!

Nick, go!

Ha! Come on.

Ha!

Stop!

Stop your horse!

Stop it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Let go! - Come here. Come here.

Let go of the reins!

Get down!

On your knees. Down!

Never had to do that in Colombia.

Bullet went straight through. He'll live.

Can't say the same for your ranch,

after everything that went down.

Might be looking at the final days of the Bannon empire.

Maybe it's for the best.

Let someone else have this land,

use it for something other than making money.

Besides, it'd be good for me to get away from my dad.

Start living life on my own terms.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna follow them to the hospital.

Well, we got some time before our flight back.

What do say we, uh, hightail it into town

and rustle up some grub?

Oh, look at you with the cowboy expressions.

Got to admit, after riding that horse

kind of put me in the mood.

Well, then, let's, uh

giddyup, little doggie.

Hit the ol' dusty trail.

Uhp, nope, forget it. Mood's gone.

It's gone!

Hey, honey, I'm home.

I'm in here.

Hey. How was your day?

Hey.

It was good, good.

You're, uh, looking at remodel stuff, huh?

Yeah.

Uh, actually, I want to talk with you about that.

Yeah, me, too.

Listen, honey...

I don't want to do it, Tim.

Which part? The island, or...?

The whole remodel.

Why not?

Well, I was, um...

I was looking at paint swatches

and I was putting them against the wall,

when I saw that.

The twins' height chart?

Remember how competitive they would get?

Remember John, every time it was his turn, he would...

Get up on his tippy-toes just to piss off Morgan.

Uh-huh.

I don't know, if we did the remodel,

we'd have to paint over that.

I don't want to lose that.

Every nick, every scratch,

they tell our family story.

They're what make this home our home.

And I love our home.

I love our home, too.

You know, since Mom has the kids tonight,

I was thinking a little date night?

Ooh. My two favorite words.

Maybe a little wine.

A little dinner.

And see what happens?

- You don't have to twist my arm. - Mm.