♪ If you get tired♪
♪ Of rabbit hunting♪
♪ One of these days♪
♪ Go rabbit dancing♪
♪ For a change...♪
Did August happen to tell you
about our epic game of chess?
No. Let me guess,
you wiped the board with him.
Aw, not true. He held his own.
-Ah, thanks, Mawline. -I'm gonna teach you first,
and then I'm gonna destroy you.
Okay, I've-I've been... I've been studying,
-you know? -Studying?
I don't really think downloading an app overnight
really counts as studying.
Tread lightly. Your chess playing skills
are only slightly
more advanced than your whittling.
Okay, stop that.
It is beautiful.
-No, you're right. I know. -[door opens]
-[door closes] -It's the thought.
-Thank you, Augie. -Hey, Liam,
stop it right there.
-What'd I do? -Well, you're about to come
to my breakfast table with a pile of work.
I'm gonna need an exception to that
"no work at the table" rule, Mama.
What's so important it can't wait for 20 minutes?
Uh, it's just work stuff.
BONHAM: Oh, for crying out loud,
you can say that it's the horse rescue
charity thing that you set up over at the Davidson's.
Now, I may not be thrilled
that you did it without my consent,
-but... what's done is done. -Okay,
Daddy, I am sorry that I didn't come to you first.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're right.
But it's gonna be fine. Really.
Okay? I'm meeting with an accountant tomorrow
that specializes in all of this exact type of thing,
so, just, there's no worries.
-Right. -Mm. Where's Cordell?
I don't know. I think he's got a work thing.
-I'll text him. -Okay,
I didn't ask for phones at the table.
Work thing? It's Saturday, for crying out loud.
Oh,
he's, uh, meeting with Julia
-at the farmhouse. -Julia, the reporter?
She gonna write another story about him or something?
I don't know, he didn't say, but I don't think so.
It's probably just, you know, work stuff.
Yeah, well, there seems to be a lot of that going around.
Yes, there does. You need to clear
all of that off the table.
-Seriously? -Seriously.
-[sighs] Okay. -Thank you.
You know, I'll be right back.
[Liam's phone dings]
Hey.
Just a quick word before you disappear
into that pile of paper. Now, you know how much
I've had on my plate lately.
Your brother certainly does.
We've had our own talk
about that,
which is something we need to follow up on, but...
About what?
Nothing you need to worry about right now,
but I say all this,
because I want to call together
-a family meeting this week. -[phone dings]
And no phones.
None of this-this work stuff, all right?
Just family....
sorting things out like we used to.
Just give me a time and place,
and we'll be there, Daddy.
Well, I'll figure that out.
You just let your brother know.
All right.
So I take it
-this is what you wanted to run by me? -Yeah.
This is what I found
sitting on my porch last night
when we were talking on the phone.
Okay.
-No return address. -No, no stamp,
no postmark, and nothing
on the security cam footage.
So, first question.
How did it get here?
Your guess is as good as mine.
-Okay. Question two: who sent it? -I'd imagine
our illustrious jailers, don't you think?
-I do. -Yeah.
So what's the message?
I mean, other than the importance of hydration.
[chuckles]
My opinion? Um, it's classic psy-ops.
I mean, think about it.
They're coming after me, you know, making it personal.
Trying to-trying to scare me, trying to break me down,
just like they did in captivity.
Okay, but
for what purpose?
Same as before.
They want me to join...
We could really use a guy like you.
...their little anarchist sewing circle.
They're called Grey Flag.
How'd you know that name?
No, no, no.
Julia, that name is highly classified.
Ranger's eyes only. You-you shouldn't even...
I'm an investigative reporter.
It's my job to know things people aren't supposed to know.
I've spent an entire career
cultivating a list of high-level sources.
In government, in business,
-and in intelligence communities, in... -Okay, okay,
okay. Then-then why don't you tell me
something I shouldn't know.
-Are you sure? -I'm sure.
I don't think you're gonna like what I have to say.
-Okay. -Okay.
If I were you, I wouldn't be so quick
to drop this off at the Ranger's crime lab.
You're saying you think there could still be moles
inside the Rangers, like Fenton.
I think it's extremely possible.
Who told you that?
Okay, okay, okay.
-[phone rings] -If you can't tell me a name,
how can I possibly believe you?
One sec.
It's Captain James.
On a Saturday.
That can't be good news.
One sec. Captain.
-CASSIE: Hey. -Hey, what's up?
Um, saw Walker's truck parked out there, too.
Guess we all got the call.
Yeah. You have any idea
why the big man wants to see us on a Saturday?
Uh...
Well, maybe to congratulate us
for preventing a deadly riot at the credit union yesterday.
Duh.
[chuckles] Yeah, that's oddly
optimistic of you.
Eh, I have my moments.
Yeah, you also have a date
with Kev tonight, apparently,
which, more than likely, explains why you're so...
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What?
He told you already?
He just asked me, like, an hour ago.
What, are we 14?
What can I say, the man's excited.
He also said that
your lunch was a little awkward, and he wants a mulligan.
Oh, I can't with these sports metaphors.
[chuckles]
Hey, good morning, partner.
What's wrong?
[James clears throat]
Oh, it's nice of you
to finally mosey on down here.
It's not like I asked you to rush.
It's only a few minutes past 8:00, cap...
When I give an order,
I expect it to be followed.
You understand that, right?
-Yes, sir. -Okay, then
why do you keep failing to follow them?
You were supposed to be on desk duty yesterday.
Somehow you ended up in the middle
of an ATM heist in downtown Austin. What, you have, like,
a thing for defying me?
Uh, Cap, if I may.
Uh, i-if Trey hadn't acted,
countless people would have been hurt or worse.
I didn't ask for your input.
Yes, sir.
You've been insubordinate twice in the last month, Barnett.
That is an abysmal batting average.
DPS is far from pleased,
so here it is.
You're expected to appear in front of
a DPS disciplinary board in two days' time.
Cap, I was only doing what I thought was right.
Save your excuses,
I already called in all the favors I can
to get you this far, so...
you're on your own.
As for you two-- my office, right now.
Roger that.
Yes, sir.
JAMES: So...
was there anything y'all
forgot to tell me a few weeks ago?
Maybe right after that milk run to Dallas?
Uh... uh...
Captain... Yes, yes.
Um... I'm sorry.
Uh, we are sorry.
We-We screwed up. Big-time.
Oh, you're damn right you did.
You dropped the name Grey Flag
at Thanksgiving. Only way you could have
possibly known that name is if you'd
looked inside the confidential files
that you picked up in Dallas, so why don't we start there.
Why did you open them?
Well, sir, it all started
with the beeping coming from inside the case...
And we thought-- or-or at least I thought--
that it... it may have been a bomb.
Okay, hold on a second.
Something about this case
is seriously clouding your judgement.
You thought that a bag of digital watches
was a bomb?
We screwed up.
But-but I swear to you,
we did not tamper with that evidence.
Oh, I know that.
I checked with evidence control.
They told me the package was delivered safely.
No contamination, no issues with chain of title.
Yet you still didn't come to me.
Instead, you chose to lie to my face. Both of you.
Look, if there's anything else you haven't told me,
anything at all...
[taps the table]
...now would be the time to speak up.
Captain, um...
There's nothing. No, sir.
Um, nothing more to report.
Good. Get the hell out of my office,
shut the door behind you.
-Yes, sir. -Yes, sir.
[door closes]
♪ ♪
I got to say, guys, uh,
in all the years I've known him,
I have never seen Captain James like that.
I'm really sorry, guys.
I feel like this is all my fault.
-Wait, how? -I'm the one who slipped up
and said the name Grey Flag.
WALKER: No, no, no, Cass, no.
You and I both decided to lie to Captain James.
It's both of our fault.
TREY: [sighs] Man.
This disciplinary hearing?
[sighs]
Guys, I-I really don't want to screw this up.
I love being a Ranger.
Hey, Trey, you're catastrophizing.
These DPS hearings,
they are mostly just an exercise.
WALKER: She's right. She is.
Aw, heck, I've been called in
more times than I care to admit,
and I've survived relatively unscathed.
-You know? -Yeah.
But there are things that can help.
You should talk to Liam. Honestly.
He's given me plenty of free
legal advice over the years. It'll help.
Good point. I'm sure he knows
DPS rules and regs inside and out.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Uh, thank you.
Yeah.
-I appreciate it, guys. -Of course.
Well, I guess I should call Kevin and cancel for tonight.
Wait, what? Why?
I mean, I know why, but don't.
You shouldn't cancel. Go.
Have fun. You know, work-life balance, right?
Call me crazy, but there's something about
being chewed out by your boss
that kind of puts a damper on things.
Yeah, I mean, I get that,
but there's nothing that we can
really do about it right now. Walker's right.
-Go have fun. -Yeah, go.
What, is he paying you guys or something?
-Go. -Go.
Okay, fine. I will go.
Good. And I have to go right now.
I promised Stella I would help her out at the Side Step.
-TREY: Okay. -Catch you later.
Thanks for the coffee.
Hey.
-Hi. -Uh...
...thank you for, uh, uh,
meeting with me on-on such short notice.
-Said you wanted to talk. -Yeah.
I'm ready to listen.
Okay, yeah, uh, um...
So, I still have the, uh,
energy drinks.
So you didn't submit it to the crime lab?
-No. -Interesting.
Yeah.
And what made you change your mind?
You. [laughs] You did.
Uh, you know, all the stuff you said before
about the possibility of a mole inside the Rangers.
Do you think that Captain James
might actually be involved in all this?
James? No. God, no. Not-not a chance.
All I'm saying is that...
So, James didn't seem,
like, angry with me, so much as he seemed,
um, like, disappointed, you know?
Like he felt betrayed. And now I think
that his personal feelings might be
clouding his judgement about this case.
The same could be said for you.
Could be said, and it-it was said
-by Captain James. -[chuckles]
So what's Ranger Perez's take on all this?
Wow, you haven't told her?
Or Trey.
Huh.
I think it's best that I wait.
Not because I don't trust them,
I do trust them, with my life.
I-I just don't want to drag them into this
until I have a better understanding
of what I'm dealing with.
Because you don't want to get the people
closest to you hurt.
I told you, I'm good at reading people.
And believe me, I get it.
I've made similar calls on dangerous assignments.
I... I think our jobs are actually a lot alike.
-[laughs] -That why you've chosen to trust me?
I've chosen to work with you.
Uh, trust is a-is an ongoing process.
-Fair enough. -Fair enough.
But, I...
I would like to do this your way, Julia.
Um,
off the books, you know?
No one knows but you and me.
-Okay. -Okay.
Let's go.
Oh, there's still crud on the side of this one, hon.
[sighs] All right.
Fine.
Well, you don't have to take it so personally.
It's just a dirty plate.
It ain't the plate that's irking me.
I figured.
So, tell me, why are your undies
in such a bunch over this family meeting?
My undies are just fine,
thank you.
[chuckles] Okay, so,
why don't you discuss what you want to discuss
at our weekly family dinner, like we always do?
Because this is different.
I mean, William's been nipping at my heels
about this damn charity thing,
the Side Step's a mess...
...and Cordell's considering moving out.
Why in the world would Cordell consider moving out?
Because I asked him to.
I'm sorry, Abeline, but after your TIA, I got scared.
And that boy needs to get his own house in order.
He can't-he can't... he can't be expecting you to fix his family,
not when your focus should be on your health.
Fix his family?
We are his family.
[sighs]
So, I'm curious how you decided
that abandoning our son when he needs us the most
is-is best for my health.
It ain't abandoning him,
it's putting his responsibility back on him
where it belongs, that's all.
Oh, I am really glad
that we're having this family meeting now,
because it's the perfect opportunity
to apologize to Cordell, and remind him
that they are welcome to stay in that farmhouse
for as long as they please.
Let him decide.
Finish the dishes yourself.
[sighs]
["Ella" by Gina Chavez playing]
[indistinct conversations]
Okay, thank you.
Cass.
-Hi. -Wow, you look fantastic.
Thanks. So do you. [laughs]
-Here, sit down. I'll get your seat. -Oh, great.
Wow, thank you.
-What a gentleman. -[chuckles]
[sighs]
-Well, this is a great place. -Yeah.
How'd you find it?
Well, I actually reached out to your brother
for some restaurant recommendations,
and Ben said when he's in the mood for great brisket
and can't get ahold of your abuela's, he comes here.
So, I am hoping
it is befitting of barbecue royalty such as yourself.
[laughs] Ah, very smart.
You did your research.
-[chuckles] -Now I just hope
they have some good beers on tap
because I could use a keg. Or two.
-Oh, tough day? -Mm.
Something happen at work?
Um, yeah, a lot happened at work.
-Mm. -But you know what?
I don't want to talk about any of it.
And, no, not because of my rules,
but because I would much rather talk about you.
-[laughs] -You already know
so much about me, I feel like
I'm at a major disadvantage here.
Okay, uh... great.
Uh, what do you want to know?
Um, well,
how about everything?
And I freely admit
that I did already do a little research online,
but hardly anything came up.
-Mm. -Except a highly-curated
-Instagram account... -Yeah.
that you use for work,
so all I've seen are pictures of you
at various ribbon-cutting ceremonies,
holding a giant pair of scissors.
Very big scissors, always.
-Why? -I don't even know what's up with that.
I don't know. Uh...
But the fact that your web search was a bust
is kind of by design.
Oh, makes sense.
I assumed as much.
Did you have your Internet presence scrubbed?
-Oh, yeah. -Hmm.
Like pretty much every other
person in politics these days.
Yeah. Now tell me
-all your dirty little secrets. -Oh,
wow, I wish I had any.
-[laughs] -I really wish
I was that interesting, but...
Oh. Oh, well, actually, um...
No, there was this really embarrassing photo.
Hmm?
It was on my grandmother's Facebook page
for, like, a week.
-From my communion when I was seven. -Oof.
-Yeah. -Well, I would pay big money to see that.
No, it is gone forever.
-Oh, a shame -[chuckles]
[laughs]
Seriously, Cass,
my life's an open book.
What do you want to know?
[both chuckle]
So, here's my issue.
I'm-I'm still having a difficult time
trying to wrap my head around the, uh...
Grey Flag of it all.
I mean, we shut them down.
Not according to my sources.
Your... your sources?
Oh, are these more, uh, "unnamed" sources? Great.
Calm down. I can actually name these.
Calm down. [scoffs]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Move over.
Whoa.
Okay, I got to admit, I'm usually
more of a "scribble on the back of a napkin" kind of guy.
I have entire hard drives filled with research like this.
Where are these from?
These seem like, uh,
dark web kind of stuff.
Eh, a variety of extremist websites.
Lots of chatter about
our friends Grey Flag on the darknet.
What kind of chatter?
I-I haven't heard anything about any chatter.
Well, maybe I have better intel.
Then the Rangers? [short chuckle] I doubt it.
Maybe you're just not need to know.
Bet Captain James has been read in.
There we go again. All right, yup, great.
-That's great. -What?
What?
You're trying to drive a wedge between Captain James and me.
No, I-I'm not. Honestly.
But as a reporter,
I need to keep an open mind.
Consider all sides.
As a Ranger, I do the same.
Well, open your mind to this:
-Grey Flag is back and... -I-I...
I can open my mind to that. What I can't do
is issue a warrant based on-on rumors
and innuendo and-and dark web chatter.
I need names.
Names, Julia.
So-so, who are the people still running Grey Flag?
I honestly don't know.
So, how am I supposed to know that any of this is real?
You trust me.
And think about this.
You didn't know
a damn thing about that chemist that nearly killed you.
That, uh... He... he didn't...
he didn't nearly kill me.
Well, whatever. You understand my point.
The bottom line is, Grey Flag is regrouping
and rebuilding, and the sooner
you wrap your head around that simple fact,
the better, because,
for some unknown reason, Cordell Walker,
you're their prime target.
Mmm. It's just there all the time.
Mm-hmm. Well, I am definitely a workaholic.
-Mmm. -Absolutely.
Me too.
We could go to meetings together.
Oh, yeah, that sounds like fun.
[laughs]
No, actually, I think I inherited that gene
from my mother. Um, no,
she wouldn't bat an eye at working a 14-hour day.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
-Was she also a politician? -Mm.
No, nothing like that.
She, um, never actually even finished college.
-Oh. -No. My dad passed away when I was ten.
Oh, Kevin, I'm so sorry.
Oh, uh, thank you.
Uh, he was a good man.
He was a great man, actually.
Uh, anyway, once he died,
my mom was forced to take on two jobs--
neither of them good-- and somehow managed
to scrape enough money together to support us both,
and then send me to college, so...
-Wow. -Yeah, she's kind of my hero.
That's so sweet.
I mean, I can kind of relate.
Um...
I mean, I spent my teenage years
watching my abuela work 12-hour shifts at our family restaurant.
You know, her famous
barbecue brisket supported the entire family.
Well, um,
a toast.
To our respective families.
Mm.
And in the interest of full disclosure,
I was gonna cancel on you tonight.
-Really? -But not because of you,
because of what happened at work.
-Mm. -And, no,
I still don't want to talk about it,
but my point is
I'm very glad I came.
Tonight was a lot of fun.
I agree.
So, why is Grey Flag
so obsessed with my time in the military?
Knowledge is power.
You said it yourself--
they're trying to break you.
The more personal info
they can glean, the more likely they are to succeed.
Yeah, right. Uh, but, I mean,
that-that brand of energy drink
is very specific.
It was only produced for a few years
and only distributed in MRE's given to Marines.
Only way to get your hands on it now is through eBay.
I didn't realize that.
Uh, I guess I have my sources, too.
Hmm.
Mostly me. I was there.
Oh, right, and-and, from what you're saying,
our guy must have served
around the same time you did.
Yeah, along with
hundreds of thousands of other marines
who-who spent time over there during that period.
It doesn't really narrow it down.
I just got the strangest sense of déjà vu.
Didn't we talk about this already
when I first interviewed you?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, it was the same
brand of energy drink they served me in captivity.
Right, but there was another story you told me.
Luckily, I write everything down.
None of it ever made it into the article,
but I think you told me
that those energy drinks became like
an inside joke in your unit for some reason.
-Is that... -Yeah, yeah.
Uh, because we had so many cans of that garbage
from the DoD, we-we got sick of it.
I take great notes. Be careful.
But seriously, Walker, have you considered
the fact that the person running Grey Flag
could be a fellow marine?
Maybe even one from your unit?
[shouting]
You know... [sighs]
I don't think that's possible.
You have some idea what it's like in a combat zone?
You know, the time
you spend in a foxhole
with the person next to you...
You know, the five of us, we were...
We were like brothers.
Cain and Abel were brothers, too.
-I'm just saying, an open mi... -I'm gonna...
Give me a sec.
-[knocking] -It's open.
-Hi. -Hi.
Peace offering.
Uh...
I know I pissed you off last night, and I'm sorry.
I'm sure you don't eat carbs, but...
You didn't piss me off.
Uh...
Okay. Maybe a little.
You forget that my superpower is reading people.
I'm-I'm practically a telepath.
Okay. Well, then, Ms., uh, Practically A Telepath,
you should already know that I wasn't pissed off at you.
Just trying to wrap my mind around the fact
that I'm potentially being targeted by a former brother.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Not a pleasant feeling.
No, no.
It's unsettling, to say the least.
Uh, but, as a matter of fact, I'm happy you're here.
Uh, there's something I want to show you.
Uh, follow me.
All right.
Marine Raiders. [clears throat]
Special ops. We were divided into groups of five,
so those four men and myself,
we were Raider Team 3.
So these four guys,
they're the only ones who knew
about the inside joke about the energy drinks?
Correct.
Do know think any of them might have had a grudge against you
-for some reason? -No.
Uh, well, not that I know of.
And we know it can't be Coop, for obvious reasons.
Okay.
Sooner we figure out motive, sooner we can narrow it down,
but we don't have a lot of time.
Because one of these guys could be hunting you.
Whoa. Knock-knock.
-Hi. -Hi.
Oh, I'm sorry to just pop in on you at work like this.
No, come in, come in. I'm just finishing up some paperwork.
What brings you by?
You know, I just wanted to talk about last night.
I know you said you were upset about something
that happened at work.
It's fine.
Really, I had a great time with you, Kevin.
Good. Good, I'm glad. Me too.
[chuckles]
It's just... Well, at my work, um,
I heard a rumor about Captain James
going on the warpath yesterday,
and then Trey called me and told me
about the disciplinary review, and...
I just wanted to say I'm sorry. That sucks.
And I understand why you were upset.
Well, that's really sweet of you.
But you don't have to
take this on. It's going to be fine.
Is it?
Look, uh, the mayor still plans on honoring all of you
in a few weeks for your heroism.
Mm-hmm.
But I can't exactly have my boss pin medals
on Rangers under disciplinary review.
I mean, how would that look?
Well, maybe you should ask them to postpone the event.
Thought of that.
But then I thought of an ever better idea.
See, it turns out the mayor has a certain amount of pull
at DPS, so I called in a favor,
and bottom line, I'm gonna be able to spin this
in a much more favorable direction
for all of us.
Kevin...
I really wish you hadn't done that.
But I can make all of this go away.
Great. But I didn't ask you to.
I asked you specifically
to keep my work life
-and my personal life separate. -I know,
-I-I know, but... -But you chose
to ignore me, and you did it anyway.
This is exactly
why I was worried about getting into
-a relationship with you. -Whoa, Cass,
I'm sorry.
Really, I-I'm sorry.
I can try to walk it back. I can walk it back.
I don't think you can.
This just isn't gonna work.
Cass...
No, I have work to do.
[doorbell rings]
ABELINE: I got it, Bon.
All right.
Hey, Mr. Walker.
It's, uh, it's good to see you.
Well, I think you've known me long enough
to call me by my first name, Barnett.
[laughs]
But if you're here to see Cordell,
he's over at the farmhouse.
Uh, no, I'm-I'm actually here to see Liam.
Oh, that's right.
You had that little tiff with Captain James.
Yeah.
Where's my manners? Can I get you some coffee
-or something? -Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
-Uh, coffee would be great. Thank you. -Great.
It's wearing on you, huh?
Yup. Yup.
My mom's gonna have a field day with this one.
Oh.
I reckon she will.
Thank you.
[sighs]
But, uh...
I mean, I've been lucky, though, right?
I mean, I got a chance to try my hand
at a variety of different careers,
and I've liked them all,
but, man, being with the Rangers, that's...
that's the first time that I've felt like
I'm where I belong.
Because it is.
You were born to do this job, son.
I ain't just blowing smoke.
I've seen it firsthand.
And Captain James
and all those other folks over at DPS-- they've seen it too.
They're not gonna let a man like you go.
Anyway, that's my opinion.
Not that you asked for it.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
So, after Coop was KIA, then what?
A few months later, I-I was back home.
-And then these guys? -They all reenlisted,
uh, served at least one additional tour.
Uh, then...
you know, we just kind of lost touch
over the years. I-I really couldn't tell you.
Lucky for us,
I just happen to have access
to a Pentagon database
that could help us fill in some blanks.
Hang tight.
Okay, got something.
-Marine Bravo, aka Robert Ortiz... -Mm-hmm.
...returned stateside about ten years back.
Got married, bought a house, but
suffered a heart attack last year and died.
What? A heart attack?
Young guy.
So...
Marine Charlie,
-aka Sam Turner... -Sam Turner, yeah.
...returned home, 2016,
got married, had a kid,
but was killed in a car accident
six months ago.
-Uh... -I'm so sorry.
Hold-hold on.
So, they're both... gone?
And it looks like Marine Alpha,
aka Tommy Adams,
is still alive and kicking.
Never been married, no kids.
Current location unknown.
So...
We have...
Charlie, Bravo.
Pretty sure you're not our suspect.
Yeah.
So, by process of elimination,
there's a really good chance
your old friend
Tommy Adams might be the man
behind Grey Flag.
WALKER: All right.
Now we just got to find him.
Well...
I know, Bonham, I know.
I said 7:00.
And they're late, as usual.
Almost an hour.
It's downright disrespectful.
Yes.
But what's really bothering you?
I mean truly.
Ever since my health scare
and this idea you have that Cordell
needs to get his house in order,
and everything that's going on with Liam...
Is it about who's taking over the ranch?
Well, that concern's not new.
No, it's not.
And this fight isn't either.
Look, it's not really a fight.
How we disagree about raising our sons?
No, you're absolutely right,
it's more of a fixture at this point.
Well, what can I say?
It didn't exactly turn out to be the pretty picture
that I always imagined it would be.
[phone chimes]
[sighs]
It's William.
Yeah.
Gramps is gonna be pissed.
I know, but I don't want to talk to him
until I know exactly what we're doing with this horse rescue.
And, truth is, I...
my meeting with the accountant did go long, so...
Oh, was that helpful? Tell me what she said.
-I'm excited to get going on this thing. -Yeah, so,
great news. Uh, now, granted,
this is just a rough estimate,
but she thinks that we'd be able to save up to 30%
on taxes alone in the first year.
That's amazing.
With that kind of money,
we could build out the pipe corrals.
Yeah, or we could hire a therapist
full time if we wanted.
-Or we could do both. -[laughing]: We could do both.
She also had a really
interesting idea of bringing you in as partner.
Uh... I thought I already was.
Yeah, no, you are.
Of course. Her point is
that you're 18 now, you're legally an adult,
you can sign contracts, enter business agreements,
and so, she thought that it made sense
to bring you in on paper. Full partners.
So what do you think?
You sure this is the place?
Yes, stop asking.
I'm, like, 97% percent sure.
WALKER: It looks abandoned.
Or looks like he wants us to think it's abandoned.
The source who gave me the address
has never let me down.
Okay, fine. That's a good start.
Uh, so what else did your source tell you?
Uh, I'll tell you.
Tommy Adams,
41 years old. Served two tours in Afghanistan.
Awarded Silver Star twice.
After an honorable discharge,
went to work as a private contractor,
earning the big bucks
babysitting dignitaries overseas.
So, combat experience,
uh, special ops training,
experience in the private sector.
Yeah, I'm gonna say my old friend Tommy
fits the Grey Flag profile to a T.
Yeah.
And if he is in there,
he's not gonna go quietly.
We're gonna need backup.
Yeah.
Whoa, whoa. Hold on, hold on, hold on.
I was gonna use mine to call Cassie.
[chuckles]
What are you planning on doing with yours?
Nothing. I'm always packing.
Okay, uh, Julia? Hey, Julia.
N-No. This is not a good idea.
Julia, wait, wait, wait.
This is very poor decision making.
No one asked you.
We don't have a warrant. Or even probable cause.
So? I'm a reporter. I'm not a cop.
I can walk up to that guy's door and ask questions
-to my heart's conten... -Okay, okay, okay, okay,
yes, yes, yes, but if your theory pans out,
then Tommy is now a dangerous psychopath with a gun.
Don't worry, Walker. I'm a big girl.
With a gun. I'll be fine.
-I think this is a bad idea. -So, don't come. I'll be fine.
Okay, I'm not so sure about that.
Look, I know what kind of
military training Tommy has had,
and my gut tells me we're walking
-into an ambush. -That's not how things work
in the real world.
I've interviewed the head of the Taliban
in a charming little coffee shop in Kabul.
These guys aren't boy scouts
but they're not Bond villains, either. It's fine.
WALKER: Okay, okay, hol-hold here.
Just...
stay close to me, okay? Let's walk back to the truck.
Sergeant Adams?
This is Lieutenant Cordell Walker.
I order you to stand down.
[grunting]
Don't fight!
Don't fight back!
Stop it! Don't fight!
Okay? You done?
Get off.
[chuckles]
You finally learned to quit telegraphing your moves,
war hero.
Tommy.
Dude, chill. I'm just playing.
You look good.
She looks better.
Listen,
I'm the one that contacted you.
I sent those
energy drinks to your pad.
Now, why'd you do that?
I needed to talk to you. To warn you.
But...
I thought you'd understand
from the cryptic nature of the message that I sent you
to respond in kind.
I didn't expect you to show up here.
I'm trying to stay off the grid.
No visitors.
[scoffs]
You two think I'm crazy, don't you?
You probably think that Ortiz
died of a heart attack and that Turner
was killed in a single-car crash,
or whatever it was the police told you.
No way!
That's what they want it to look like.
He was run off the road.
A professional hit.
And Ortiz--
he was poisoned,
-and I know who did... -Okay, okay, enough. Enough.
Enough, all right?
Why don't you just try in plain English, Adams?
What are you trying to say?
That we're being hunted.
Killed off.
One... by one.
I can't believe you'd actually be late.
Yeah, well, I have a very good reason. Trust me.
Everything okay? What's wrong?
I'll tell you when this is all over.
Um, what'd I miss?
Oh, you know, just pretty much the whole hearing.
But don't worry, looks like
DPS board is gonna let Trey off with a slap on the wrist.
[door closes]
Order, please. The disciplinary board
has reached its decision.
Captain James,
if you would.
Ranger Barnett, please stand.
"Based on your two consecutive instances of insubordination...
"...the board has decided to
"terminate Mr. Barnett's employment with the Rangers...
...effective immediately."
[gavel bangs]
DPS OFFICER: This hearing is adjourned.
[door opens]
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