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-Previously onTracker... -Randy, my man.

Please tell me that Reenie has finally found an office space

that meets your standards.

[sighs] That's a big no.

Well, the hunt continues.

Okay. So you are officially on the market again.

Why, are you selling?

Our in-house investigator asked about you.

-Mm. -He saw your name on the Praiter and Rockwell file.

I guess you guys went to school together?

What's his name?

His name's Adam Shevlin.

Oh. Uh-oh.

You know him.

First thing is

I have to get my late father's old truck up and running

and then we'll see.

You gonna tell me why you had me go down to Echo Ridge

to get that piece of junk?

COLTER: Uh-huh, belonged to my father.

Spent a lot of time on this thing,

working on it with my dad.

I'll get you up and running again.

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[crickets chirping]

[phone keys clicking]

I can drive.

Mm, no, you can't.

-[phone whooshes] -I'm fine.

[phone keys clicking]

Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

If you're still pissed that I danced with that girl--

she dragged me out there.

We-we-we were in freshman biology together.

I don't even remember her name.

And, okay, maybe I had too many IPAs. Sorry.

No, that's not it.

Okay, what, so I'm just supposed to read your mind now?

Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?

Sherry.

Is that what this is about?

Sherry?

[scoffs]

-You have been texting her all night. -Hey, hey.

It's for work. You know that!

-At 11:30? -Sometimes.

Brit, I'm telling you the-- Hey, hey! What--

-You're lying. -What the hell?

Don't be a fricking...

BRIT: No, go ahead.

-No. -Go ahead. I know you want to say it.

You know what, I'm getting out.

BRIT: Fine. Go ahead. Walk home for all I care.

LOGAN: Fine, fine. I'm not doing this!

BRIT: Then don't.

Seriously?!

[crickets chirping]

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Look who's back.

Yeah, I was in the area, you know.

You sure are.

Those parts work out?

Yeah, all but the one rotor, actually. Yeah.

Well, we got plenty more of those.

Sounds like you're making progress.

Mm, slowly but surely. Yeah.

Let me guess. Wiper control unit and a carb?

Both, actually. Yeah.

I've got, uh, two carbs ought to be in decent shape.

Uh, you can take your pick.

Anything else?

What else? Uh, oh, bench seat.

Ah, a seat in any kind of condition for that truck,

that's gonna be tough.

We can source a seat, no biggie.

There's a finder's fee for sourcing.

Of course, you know all about a finder's fee.

Sorry. I told him what you do.

-It's okay. -We can forgo the fee

and I can just give you a deal on my latest.

I call it "Spooky Action at a Distance."

Okay.

-See, you turn this right here... -Uh-huh.

...and it opens the mouth over there.

[gears clicking]

Waiting.

Well, it was working yesterday.

Uh, you know, I've got more in the back.

Dad, you're wasting Colter's time.

I'm fine on time actually.

Please. You do not need to be polite.

You can tell him no.

No, I would love to see them. Really.

All right. Come on, let's go find those parts.

All right, well, I'll, uh, poke around for that seat for you.

-Thank you. -Mm-hmm.

Is that a new truck you're driving?

It is, actually. Yeah.

Still getting used to it a bit.

You got a good eye.

Yeah, my dad taught me how to profile a guy,

you might say, off of what he drives.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

How am I doing?

-You pass. -Phew.

Now a convertible or Italian sports car and I don't know.

I get that.

Listen, if you need to stay here and hang out with your dad,

-I can... -No, I need a break from that office.

Dad-- he's got a lot of theories.

Ah. Bet he does.

-We're all doomed. -Oh.

Okay. Well, he might actually be right about that.

So, how's the job search going, by the way?

Uh, well, been on a few interviews

-but nothing real. -Hmm.

I need something that's robot and AI proof.

COLTER: Feel like this is that.

Yeah. Even robots don't want to listen

to my dad's conspiracy theories.

Oh, he loves having you around.

Yeah, too much.

This was just supposed to be temporary after my mom passed

but here I am.

All right, here you go.

Take your pick.

But I would start with that one right there.

Okay.

-Snake check. -Uh-huh.

Be surprised what we find out here.

Yellow jackets, raccoons.

Not to mention the weird stuff we find in the wrecks.

Yeah, I can imagine.

-I found a hand once. -Just a hand?

-Yeah. -Huh.

Called the police, they came.

Looked around for, like, five minutes.

Found the other hand and that was it.

Well, I'll tell you what.

If I find a body missing two hands,

you'll be the first one to know.

-Please don't. -[chuckles]

You know, there's this great barbecue place

not too far from here.

They have bands on the weekend.

Oh, you're asking me out?

Just saying.

Kind of a locals spot. Casual.

Casual.

[breathes deeply]

Well, yeah, I think we should definitely check it out.

-I'd like that. -I would like that, too.

[sighs]

[phone buzzing]

Randy. How's the new office search going?

Uh, honestly, not too good.

I know Reenie wanted an upgrade, but it's like

every place we see, she finds something wrong with it.

Yeah, she knows what she likes.

Well, she definitely knows what she doesn't like.

Carpets with print, drop ceilings,

recessed lighting.

Oh, and she hates every shade of gray ever.

You calling just to commiserate?

No, I'm wondering if you're up for a job.

What do you got?

Logan Carson.

His wife drove off last night near Hopper, Texas.

No one's seen her since.

Hopper, Texas-- I don't know it.

No reason to. It's some nothing burger place

in the middle of nowhere, 20 miles north of Amarillo.

-They from there? -No, no, no, just passing through.

For the record,

he did sound pretty shook up about the whole thing.

Wasn't making a whole lot of sense,

and he's looking for somebody fast.

Offering $10K.

All right. Yeah, I can be there in a few hours.

-I'll send you what I got. -All right.

Thanks, Randy.

[elevator dings]

RANDY: Okay, okay, verdict?

No.

Has a weird chemical smell.

REENIE: It was weird, yeah.

Okay. So I'm taking it off the list.

-[laughs softly] -Oh. Maxine.

Yeah, I confirmed for 5:00.

-And you've got Magnuson in an hour. -Great.

The brief's at the top of your inbox.

Perfect. Okay.

And, uh, can you handle the next tour?

Yeah.

-It's no problem. -What about me?

I think Mel has it.

-She knows your needs. -[Randy sighs]

[chuckles]: Copy that.

-[door opens] -You can come if you want.

Oh, no, I got a job with Colter.

-No, you don't. -Yes, I do.

For real. He's on the way.

Plus you are apparently already aware of all my needs.

Yes, yes, I am.

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[door creaking]

Logan?

Colter Shaw.

-Thanks for coming. -Yeah, you bet.

-Okay. -WAITRESS: Menu?

I already ate, but I'll take some of that coffee, please.

Thank you.

So, if you don't mind, I'd like to get started.

-Yeah. -All right, so you and your wife

get into an argument, right, and she drives off without you.

That was, uh, that was 12 hours ago, right?

It-it was my fault.

Um, we were coming back from my high school reunion in Midland.

And I-I'd had a few drinks

and-and I...

I kind of blew up at her

when she accused me of having an affair.

Are you having an affair?

No. Of course not.

But she found some texts from a woman that I work with.

I get it, it didn't look good

but I-I would never cheat on her.

Tell me about the driving off part-- what-what happened there?

Brit threw my phone out the window

and it kind of went from there.

You know, I told her I wanted to get out of the car

and then I did.

And I, and I thought that she was just gonna turn around

and she was gonna come get me and we'd make up.

-Because we always do. -Hmm.

And when-when did you start realizing

something might be wrong?

It-it took me a while to find my phone.

And-and...

and then I-I started calling her and she didn't answer.

And then she didn't get home.

We have security cameras and DoorBird,

so I would've seen her.

I-I've tried calling her friends, her family.

Nobody has seen or heard from her.

Is it possible your wife left you?

Maybe she doesn't want to be found?

[scoffs]

No.

No, it-it's always like this with us.

You know, we fight, we make up, but...

but we are good.

Really, we're good.

You called the police?

Well, I went to the local sheriff's office.

I got as far as the front desk lady.

She referred me to Family Services, and...

What do you think happened?

I don't know.

Look, I don't know what else to do.

Help me find my wife.

I'm gonna do everything I can for you.

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COLTER: I got my guy looking into her phone,

the GPS on the car, but until we get a hit,

I'd like to get a sense of the timeline.

So, when you got out of the car last night,

that was, what, that was around here?

Yeah, I-I mean I think.

It was dark so it's hard to say exactly.

And she headed north?

Yeah, yeah.

[wind whistling]

LOGAN: What is it?

I don't know yet.

I've been up and down this road.

[stammering]

It's like she just vanished.

She could've pulled off here, right?

Be a good place to turn around.

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Tempered glass, maybe from a window.

From Brit's car?

Was there an accident?

I don't think so.

Why would her window be broken then?

I think someone else was here.

-[glass shattering] -[Brit screaming]

Open the door.

Got some boot prints here.

We got blood.

Why would this guy just be on the side of the road?

Maybe he's injured, he saw Brit pull off.

Boot prints end at the door, so...

Oh, my God.

I'm thinking he smashed her window,

forced himself inside the car.

I think someone took her.

Randy, Brit was carjacked.

-You get a location on her car? -Phone's offline.

Car's GPS is out.

Could be somebody pulled the fuse on the TCU.

Last time it pinged, she was headed into town.

What's in town?

Not much. A few stores not far from where you are.

All right, send me the place it last pinged.

-Already on the way. -Thanks, Randy.

All right, here we go.

-[passenger door closes] -[engine starts]

[tires screech]

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[passenger door closes]

-It's Brit's phone. -Yeah.

What's that?

It's a fuse.

From the car's GPS.

This guy's smart-- he didn't want to be found.

Well, wh-where'd they go?

Follow me.

[drill whirring]

You have a break-in?

Yeah. Last night.

Don't know what this town is coming to.

Your cameras catch anything?

Nope. Knocked it out on their way in.

What'd they take?

I already gave the sheriff that.

We're looking for a missing woman.

That's got what to do with this?

My wife-- she disappeared last night

from the main road back there.

COLTER: We think she came here.

WOMAN: You think? How's that?

Well, we tracked her to your parking lot.

Sheriff Danaher thought it was pillheads from over in Lavery.

Is that what they took?

Eh, oxy, alcohol, gauze,

bunch of bandages, first aid supplies.

Probably cut themselves up pretty good getting in.

Say your wife might've been here?

Yeah.

Well, then I'll pray for you.

I got a nephew who's all turned around on the narcotics.

LOGAN: No, she's not like that.

For your sake, I hope not, but it takes all sorts these days.

I'm sorry. One last question.

This taco truck here, was that here last night?

Yeah. Owner hasn't had it out in a couple weeks

'cause of this heat wave.

Okay. Thank you very much for that.

-I appreciate it. -WOMAN: Yeah.

What do we got here?

Yeah, okay.

Hey, what's up, man? You find Brit?

No. No luck finding her yet. I think she was kidnapped.

They used her to break into a pharmacy.

-Just random? -Looked random.

I think she turned around to go get her husband

and she encountered this guy.

I think he was pretty badly injured, judging by the scene.

-No cameras at the pharmacy? -No cameras at the pharmacy, no,

but there is a taco truck with a dashcam.

I'm wondering if you could hack into it.

Yeah, send me the plate

and a pic of the cam if you can get one.

[camera clicks]

[camera clicks]

[keyboard clacking]

All right, here we go.

[keyboard clacking]

Getting into the feed.

Okay, we got something.

I'm linking us up.

COLTER: All right, I got it.

Check around midnight, will you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on it.

There, there, there's Brit.

Well, who the hell is that?

I don't know.

COLTER: Okay, stop it there.

Randy, can you zoom in on that guy?

See if we can get a facial recognition.

No, it's too dark.

I'm pushing resolution to the max already.

What about his shirt?

It looks like there's something... something there.

Yeah, I see.

Let me see if I can get a match.

Okay, looks like it's a registered logo

for a local land development company near town.

Some of their property abuts the road

where Brit went missing.

-I'm gonna head back there now. -Yep.

Thanks, Randy. Appreciate it.

-Call the sheriff. -No, no, I'm coming with you.

No, no, you stay here and call the sheriff.

What do I tell them?

You're gonna tell them that you think your wife

has been kidnapped and she's being held hostage.

Call them now.

[crying]

Please don't hurt me.

[crying continues]

That's good enough.

I've done everything that you asked me.

Please just let me go. Please.

[grunts]

Put the duffel bag in the hole.

Bury it.

[grunts]

That's good. That's good.

Now what?

Are you gonna kill me?

Not unless you do something stupid.

I still need your help.

With what?

There's a man looking for me.

He'll kill you and me

and anybody else who gets in his way.

-I'm not part of this. -You are now.

You are now.

I know somewhere we can go, lay low.

But I need your help with this.

And then you'll let me go?

You have my word.

Now get up.

[engine turns off]

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[flies buzzing]

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[indistinct chatter]

Can you explain to me again

how the hell you happened to be here, Mr. Shaw?

I'm looking for a woman named Brit Carson.

Her husband hired me to find her.

Mm-hmm. And what's that got to do with this?

Whoever took her was here. They were badly wounded.

They made it to the road,

and that's where they met up with Brit.

Yeah. You sure she's not mixed up in this?

I'm sure.

So, this fella that got her and took her,

he was on the run and then he just sort of happened upon

this missing wife of yours.

Like I said, badly injured.

He used her to break into a pharmacy,

-get himself patched up. -Okay.

What then?

Well, yeah, then, I don't know.

This new drug business.

Yeah, they don't play by the old rules.

COLTER: No, they don't.

[quietly]: Savages, all of them.

There's a blood trail,

leads from here back to the road.

I didn't find any money here, so I'm guessing he still has it.

Ah. So, so, that's our killer.

Not so sure about that, actually.

I think maybe he was running from someone.

Who?

All these wounds here, right, they're from a rifle.

Which means...

somebody was waiting up here to crash the party.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, this is where he shot from.

See this? Look at these marks right here.

He used a bipod.

They were sitting ducks.

My boys will work it until the state gets in here.

My guess is, it's gonna go back across the border.

-Always does. -There's one more thing here.

Let me show you this.

On this photo here.

This is in the cab of one of those trucks down there, right?

Look at this guy. Not one of the victims.

-He's not one of the bodies. -Mm.

COLTER: I'm pretty sure he works for whoever owns this land.

Hmm. So, you're thinking he could be the guy that ran off?

-Could be. -Yeah.

Well, like I said, my guys are on it.

Thank you for your help.

I'm not trying to get in the way,

I'm just trying to find Brit.

Yeah. Yeah.

I understand.

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[grunts]

I told you, don't do anything stupid!

So, if I could just get a list of employees

that work for this development company,

I'll be out of your way.

DANAHER: Brunmeier.

Can you get a, uh, an employee list?

I mean, it's a lot of guys coming and going,

-but yeah, I'll work on it. -Yeah.

Right, yeah, he'll work on it. If we get

anything that you can use, we'll let you know.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

Uh, hey, Shaw.

You get a bead on that missing woman,

we want to be the first people to know about it.

You hear?

Yeah.

RANDY: Got a facial match on that photo that you sent.

Guy's name is Cyrus Trotzig.

-So, he's got a record. -Oh, yeah.

Heavy dude. Possession, distribution,

assault with a deadly weapon.

He's injured, so he'd need assistance.

I wonder where he'd go.

Can you check the area, see if there are any, uh,

properties under his name?

Yeah, I already did. Not local, but he's got an uncle

that owns a bunch of property outside of town.

Just sent you a pin.

Got it. Headed there now.

Thanks, Randy.

[sighs]

Water.

[grunts]

Okay. Do it.

[winces]

[grunts softly, winces]

[grunts]

[grunts softly]

[grunts, exhales]

[grunts]

[panting]

Why were you driving alone so late at night?

I wasn't. Um...

I was with my husband, but he, um...

...we had a fight.

And he got out the car?

Why?

I might've thrown his phone out the window.

You had a reason.

Yes.

What kind of man would do that?

There's things you do as a man and things you don't.

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[engine turns off]

[door creaking]

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Once this is done, are you...

...gonna let me go?

It depends. It's not that simple.

This isn't finished yet.

This is about what was in that bag, isn't it?

That's why you hid it.

Smart girl.

[door creaks, thuds]

I swear,

if you let me go, I won't tell anyone.

I can't.

Not yet.

No, no... [muffled whimpering]

[gunshots]

[Brit screams]

Don't come any closer!

Stop! Stay back.

Doesn't have to be this way.

-Please! -I don't care about what you've done in the past,

I want Brit.

-Let me go. -CYRUS: Shut up!

[Brit whimpering]

-[gunshots] -[Brit screams]

[Brit panting]

Hey. Here, look at me. You okay?

I am now.

Well, that was a close one.

Yeah.

Lucky you were here.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Great work.

Yeah, wish I could've taken him alive.

Well, you did what you had to do.

This ain't over yet.

We still got to track down that shooter

and the missing money.

Brit says it's in the desert.

Yeah. Well, I got the Feds coming in.

I'll download them.

Glad you were here to help.

Both of you.

Yeah. Found him on the employee list.

Found the same clues as Shaw.

Well, you should get back and start working on the paperwork

before the state boys come in and make a big mess.

BRUNMEIER: Yeah, don't I know it.

I can't thank you enough.

Thank you.

Hey, um, no more car fights?

Uh, yeah. Scout's honor.

Yeah. You got to take care of each other, right?

-Yeah, for sure. -DANAHER: Unfortunately,

your vehicle is now evidence.

So, we're gonna have to find somebody

-to give you a lift back. -Oh, I'll take him.

-Oh, uh... -Yeah, I'm heading back to town.

We'll get somebody from the station

-to drive you back home. -Thanks.

DANAHER: Great work, Mr. Shaw.

[quiet chatter]

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[vehicle doors opening]

[vehicle doors closing]

[engine starts]

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Randy, I need to know where Brunmeier is headed right now.

Oh, what-- w-what happened? I thought this was done.

Brunmeier was at the massacre. He was the shooter

that ambushed the drug deal.

Think he took out Cyrus just to cover his tracks.

-Did you tell the sheriff? -I don't know who I can trust right now.

Listen, Randy, Brunmeier's got Brit

-and Logan right now. -What's he need them for?

She knows where the money is.

Okay, uh, I-I'm on it.

Yeah, uh, sh...

Uh, you said he's got Logan with him.

All right. Logan's phone's headed into the desert.

-Can you send me that pin? -Already did.

Thanks, Randy.

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[Logan grunting]

[Logan grunts]

COLTER: Hey.

You all right?

They went up the ridge. I tried to stop him.

-Hurry, please. -Yeah. Help is on the way.

[Logan groaning]

Thank you, sweetheart.

See?

That wasn't so hard, now, was it?

You're not gonna get away with this.

Well, maybe, maybe not, but...

I like my odds.

Plus, all I got to do is make it across the border.

[bag zips closed]

I got something to take care of first.

[panting]

[gunshot echoes]

[Brit groaning]

[footsteps nearby]

[grunting]

[groans]

No, no, no, no. You stay down. You stay down.

[groans]

Put your hands behind your back.

-[groaning] -Go on.

[Brit panting]

[Brit cries out]

-[groaning] -Easy.

It's okay.

Easy.

-Please. Please, my husband. He's... -Your husband's okay.

He's alive. He's safe.

Ambulance is on the way.

-It's over. It's over. -[crying]

[elevator dings]

Ree?

Well, hell.

Look at you, all grown up.

Makes two of us.

I heard you're working here now?

Yeah. Yeah, occasionally.

I pick up investigations for the firm

when they need somebody who is charming

and ethically flexible.

Well, they definitely got the right guy.

[chuckles]

Maxine tell you I asked about you?

She did.

It was just one of those "small world" moments, you know?

Sitting there with Maxine and her team

and your name gets brought up.

[chuckles] It's like, what do you call it? Uh, kismet.

That's one interpretation.

All right, hang on, hang on. Look...

I know I was a jerk. Made a mess of things.

It's on me. Okay?

Wasn't all bad.

Lot of it was good.

I remember.

-Why don't I take you... -Adam.

Oh, no, look-look-- hey. There's no agenda.

Just, it's great seeing you, I'd love to catch up.

I know a spot makes a killer martini, around the corner.

[chuckles] Is that still your favorite?

Beats your dad's liquor cabinet.

You do know that it's the middle of the day.

That doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you.

Then what, Adam?

You convince me that you've changed,

then we both act surprised when you haven't?

[sighs]

That's not a no, by the way.

That's a "I think it's best we keep things professional."

-Okay. -Like you said,

all grown up now.

Not kids anymore.

Professional.

[car alarm chirps]

Sorry I didn't let you in on my plan. I didn't know

-what I was dealing with. -DANAHER: It's on me.

I should've seen what was going on.

Owner of the property was getting kickbacks

from the drug runners.

Brunmeier must've figured out the place was a way station,

saw an opportunity, took it.

Son of a bitch gets out of the hospital,

he's got a lot of questions to answer.

-Yeah, he does. -I'm gonna open up

an investigation into the department,

make sure the rot doesn't go any deeper.

-Well, good luck with that, Sheriff. -Thank you, Shaw.

All right. Take care of yourself.

[phone buzzing]

Hey.

Good news. My dad found that bench seat

you were looking for.

It's gonna need some work.

We'll order it, you can come take a look

when you're in the area next.

Well, that is good news. Might be a while for me, though.

Just to let you know, we've got a policy.

We can only hold it for two weeks.

-No pressure. -Oh, I see. Okay.

Well, maybe we, uh, we get that dinner on the books

sooner rather than later.

I'd like that.

Yeah, I'd like that, too.

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