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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. Then I'm going with you.

Mason, what? You-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.

I need to talk
to you about Vietnam,

about what happened.

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 gonna 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?

Mikey! Mikey!

Hey, Mikey. Hey.

Hey, you hit?

Hey. What? You hit?

-I'm fine.
-Are you all right?

I'm good. I ain't, I ain't.

Look at me.

Oh. Aw, hell, you doped up?

No, I'm...

Damn it, Mikey!

All right, grab your weapon.

Get up! Grab your weapon.
Use your legs. Come on.

What's his name?

Hey. Leave him. Bed.

That's a hell of a mustache.

How'd you get it so perfect?

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

You breaking in a new horse?

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 Ma.
-Would you shut up

-and let me talk?
-I was coping with people

getting their faces shot off.
The skag 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.

The hell's going on with you?

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

Well, I don't
got that figured yet.

Yeah, it's Franks.

Which one? Yeah, okay.

I gotta go.

Work?

Uncle Sal says, uh,

you been slinging for
the government awhile now.

Yeah, well, Uncle Sal shouldn't

be giving out people's addresses

and personal
information without asking.

Hey, you still got your boots.

Mikey, I ain't trying
to rehash nothing,

I just, um...

I just need to talk to you.

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.

SBP under 110.

Randy.

That's the branch manager.

Robber hit her with
the butt of his weapon.

-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
a hundred grand in cash.

It happened
right before closing.

Saturday hours,
low customer traffic.

Yeah, they picked
a good time for sure.

The dye bags got 'em, 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.

Uh, I just talked to the cops.

Should I talk to you guys, too?

What's your name, Petty Officer?

Balkan. Trevor Balkan.

I, uh, 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...
he hit her hard, sir.

When she went down,

he was distracted,
and I got a shot off.

-That's what made them leave.
-What, 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 round here.

Guy definitely got clipped.

We got blood spatter over here.

Sir, your counterpart asked me

to keep you guys in the loop.

Suspects fled 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 2-Bravo-Yankee.

It was spotted headed
east out of the parking lot

of 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 here.
Right. Right!

I'm turning, 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 it.
Point taken.

Ain't trying
to bust your chops. I 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.

Whoa!

Whoa! Dark blue Caravan.

Whoa!

Let's roll.

Damn it. Hold on.

Come on!

He's turning, he's turning.

Go, baby. Move!

No!

You okay?

You okay?

Son of a bitch.

Ladies and gentlemen.
Ladies... Mario, please.

As I said,
bank manager Alanna 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, have you, boss?

My mom drove a Dodge Caravan,

and I don't think I ever saw it
go over 65. Seriously, boss,

do you think these robbers
could have had

some kind of NASCAR experience?

Maybe the engine was suped up.

We are not counting this
against Franks' chase record.

Yes, we are.

Every chase counts,

-it always counts.
-Not this one.

-Why not?
-Because it wasn't Franks' fault.

But he was the one driving.

That is what
the driver looked like.

Whoa.

-Doesn't look human.
-Give me a break, probie.

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

is in town.

Lala told me.

Wait, is this the brother

that you told me married
the same woman as you twice?

Come on, probie,
that was a joke.

So you don't
have a brother then?

You do have a brother, we're
just not gonna talk about him.

Let's go!

Case stuff! What do we know?

We got a missing hundred 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 can find...
-No need, baby.

The FBI is gonna 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
egomaniac prick-holes.

-Gail.
-I usually call 'em

SOBs,
but "prick-holes" works, too.

You should know,
the FBI secretaries

talk to Mary Jo
like they're better than her.

Oh. 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 in

to our bullpen and take over?

Why don't they just use
the conference room?

FBI secretaries
are saying we have

"subpar, cramped
accommodations."

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.

Do some percolating.
Have a think

on where these bastards
are hiding out.

Gibbs.

Did you know Franks
had a brother?

Damn it, Mikey.

Ma's gonna see you.

You can't keep doing this.

You hear me?

You are killing her.

I'm getting clean.

Here.

When we were in 'Nam,
Ma 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.

Well, you weren't in 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, uh...

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 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 planning on hurting
somebody else?

You know who I am, right?

Guy that robbed 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.

-Oh, found 'em.
-Oh,

that's right.
I put them 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's home number?
I mean, a trained seal

would know better.

I'm sorry, sir.

The guy called in
and said he was Franks's nephew.

I thought it had something to do

with his
secret brother being in town.

Franks has a brother?

Franks's 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 Franks'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 could 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?

Alanna 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 has lactose, Randolf.

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.

-I'm aware. Yes.
-Hey, sir.

I've got an update for you.
Sabato and I

roughed out a profile
on our caller

based on Franks's account
of the conversation.

The 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.

Oh, I'll just be...

The caller asks,

-"You know who I am, right?"
-Mm-hmm.

And Franks responds,
"The guy who robbed the bank,"

thus confirming to the caller

that Franks did not
recognize him in the car,

so the caller hangs up.

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

He couldn't even
make him look human.

The caller made a clear threat.

"Someone else
is going to get left."

So, who's he saying
was left first?

Alanna Clark? Is he saying

that someone else
is gonna get hurt?

He also
teased the idea of "signs."

We're thinking attention-seeking
tendencies. The guy likes games.

So, what now? Franks 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 all the tapping equipment.

All right.
Oakley, keep me updated.

Hey, I was...

Do 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.

-You heard about FBI Wanda?
-Mm-hmm.

Hey, listen.

I was thinking about

the car chase,
and you in the car.

Must've been tough.

Franks 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 gotta do a press conference?

Yeah, you want me
to put Vera 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's 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'd...

Hey, Roy, is that Franks?
Give me the phone. Hey.

Franks? Listen, we 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!
-Enough!

Mama!

I swear I'm getting clean.

-I swear.
-I said enough!

I ain't letting you break
her heart again. You got that?

You come here again,

and I'll shoot you myself.

Come on.

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.

Y'all are getting
bamboozled by the FBI.

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

That script was a bunch of B.S.

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.

That's awful kind
of you, Miss Diane.

Are you hungry?

I know the absolute best
burger joint.

Dominguez.

Yeah.

We're on our way.

Suspects' vehicle was spotted
with them possibly inside.

Oh, you're here with the phone.

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

I said "possibly."
Probie, 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.

The hell's the other one?

We positively ID'd the body
as Curt Vandreesen.

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.

It never is easy, is it?

Tap and trace machine,

case files, the second board.

Your people give you
an update on the manager?

The bank manager, Alanna Clark.

I think that's it.

Um, the doctor
says she's stabilizing.

They're moving her out of ICU.

Good to hear.

Yeah.

Wait, Gail!

Careful.

Stand it up
in front of the window

and put out the expensive tacks.

Wait, you're putting
the FBI in here?

I thought you said
it was too cramped.

Agent Sabato 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

'cause he was tossing
that ball around.

Yeah. And also, he ate,
like, eight Danishes,

so 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,

they'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.

Uh, the relationship was doomed.

We were screaming
at each other in the car,

and the eight-track was jammed,

so it kept repeating the song
"Daniel" over and over.

You know,

it's Elton John?

That'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.

Curt Vandreesen,
robber extraordinaire.

Guy had a tough day.

He robs a bank, he hits
a nice lady over the head.

Gets shot by a sailor,

rides along in a car chase.

And ends up dead
in a fricking 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,

rest of this was in the van.

It 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, belt loop
and a square knot's only

-gonna stay taut for so long.
-Right.

See, I would've
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 knots?

I wouldn't be surprised if your,

uh, other robber
was an Eagle Scout

or had some
other modest first aid training.

He took it as far as he could.

He said on the phone, "Someone
else is gonna get left behind."

Maybe it wasn't a threat.

Maybe he was expressing remorse.

He knew Vandreesen
was gonna die.

He could've 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
are you gonna do that?

My name
is Captain Reginald Clark.

This is my wife Alanna.

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.

They 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 the ranch.

I got 14 days
to get my stuff out.

You should've told me
Ma sold it.

Yeah. 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 'cause 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!

-Now, 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 say goodbye to her!

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

You took that!

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.

I never said you did.

Her husband said it on TV.

Wires get crossed
in these things sometimes.

You found Curt'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.

-What is that scraping noise?
-Yeah, what is...

-Some kind of interference?
-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?

You 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
here no more saying hello.

I 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?

The tap clicks sometimes.
I can't stop it.

Wow, that seems like something

you could've 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 get the trace?

Oakley said it's no good.

We didn't
keep him on long enough.

-Boss. Boss!
-Hey.

Mike, what are you doing?

Taking this junk
out to the dumpster.

You can tell Oakley
he 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 Sabato are staying
upstairs for now.

I think they're legitimately
scared of Franks killing them.

What, are they, sitting up there
or 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 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.
-Ah.

Talk to me.
Where'd the guy call me from,

where's he at?

Boss, you good?

Yeah, I stopped by Herm's,
pet Gary Callahan.

Screw the Feds
and their gadgets.

We're gonna do this our way.

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

Somebody else is bound
to get hurt. Where's he at?

Hey, you guys
got to listen to this.

Vera, there's 14
of the good chairs in here,

-what are you doing at my desk?
-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..."

I 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, Franks,
first he's talking about signs

and-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, Franks,

-think.
-I'm thinking.

Ah, geez. No, you're not.

You're staring
at this monstrosity.

Now, think. Play it again.

You found Curt'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 are a Marine!

You're supposed to be
upholding that!

But you didn't, did you?

You left Meyers out there.

I wrote the grid-point
of the tack in his book.

I told him not to
come back until he found it.

It's the guy
from the Meyers case.

-The Meyers case?
-PFC Meyers,

he was the guy
that got left out at The Range

to find a tack.
He was killed for his sneakers.

Dominguez,
what's the guy's name?

-What guy?
-The guy we interrogated,

the team leader. He was rubbing

his damn tags together.
He's the one

-who left Meyers out there.
-He was a corporal.

Uh, Corporal Williams?
Something with a "W."

Corporal Wade.

-Wade.
-Rando,

flip this thing on

and ask it for a home address.

Clear!

Two weapons!

Got him.

Show me your hands.

Corporal Wade?

Joel.

You want to tell me
what happened?

Curt said robbing a bank
would be easy money.

I was gonna give
my share to Meyers's mother.

You left Meyers out there.

But you ain't
the one who killed him.

But 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-I don't know, Meyers or God

or someone screaming at me
about how bad I screwed up.

"No man left behind."

You were right.

I'm a Marine.

I was supposed to be
upholding that.

Do you really believe in signs?

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

Need you to put your hands
behind your back now, son.

What'd we find out
about Wade's status?

He was on leave,

pending a hearing for
his misconduct with Meyers.

Guy blames himself
for Meyers getting killed,

spirals, then
robs a bank with his buddy.

Insanity. Hey,

you mind telling Wanda

where you got
those cheese Danishes?

The stuff she gets is crap.

My pleasure.

♪ Daniel is traveling tonight
on a plane ♪

♪ I can see
the red tail lights ♪

♪ Heading to Spain. ♪

"Daniel."

You know, I had this

horrible date once
where that eight-track

was stuck in my car stereo.

That song
must have played 50 times

while we were
sitting there fighting.

But how can you not love Elton?

Tell Franks
Alanna Clark woke up.

She's gonna be okay.

♪ Daniel is traveling
tonight on a plane ♪

♪ I can see
the red tail lights ♪

♪ Heading for Spain... ♪

-Heads up.
-Oh.

Sabato was gonna
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.

Oh. You sure?

Yeah, my, um, my sister
wants to come, too.

Um...

Diane seemed nice.

Maybe next time,
you can introduce me...

like a normal person.

♪ Lord, I miss Daniel ♪

♪ Oh, I miss him so much ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Daniel my brother ♪

♪ You are older than me ♪

♪ Do you still
feel the pain... ♪

It was 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, uh...

I didn't wanna go without

telling you how proud I am.

I'm proud of what you...

what you made of yourself.

And Ma would've been proud, too.

I'd 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.

♪ You are older than me ♪

♪ Do you still feel the pain? ♪

Something came to mind,
actually.

This place.

Place I think you might like.

They call it The Range.

♪ Daniel, you're a star... ♪

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 loved.

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.

♪ God, it looks like Daniel ♪

♪ Must be the... ♪

I'm glad you came
to see me, Mason.

I'm glad we talked.

♪ Oh, God,
it looks like Daniel ♪

It's what Ma would've wanted.

♪ Must be the clouds
in my eyes. ♪

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