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Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

the prosecution
will have you believe

that Travis Russell
is a calculated,

vindictive man.
No.

- A calculated, vicious man who...
- Hey!

Mm-hmm?

- Where is he?
- Next door.

- You sure about that?
- I know you're new at this,

but you need your client to
actually be present in court.

- Don't worry about it.
- It's my job to worry.

Travis' trial is an hour,
and I get a little uneasy

when my 250K bailout
starts ghosting me

when he should be
answering my calls.

Jackie, I have been
checking on him all night.

- Yeah?
- Well, let's go say hello.

Mr. Russell, open up!

Room key.

Was I supposed to ask for one
at check-in?

Why don't you go make
yourself a waffle in the lobby?

Travis!

Don't make me come through
this door!

You didn't hear anything?

- I was practicing my opening.
- Great.

Now we got 58 minutes
to find this guy.

Oh, yeah.
It's good.

Hey, you need some help?

- Oh, no, no.
- We're... we're good, thanks.

- Give me the keys.
- What?

- I'm taking the car.
- Give me the keys.

What... the hell you are.
Madison, get in the car.

Hey!

- Oh, my God!
- Ben!

Ben!
Please!

Please don't...

- Very nice, Tali.
- Stay relaxed.

Okay, don't let him lope.
You're in control.

Ah, pick that shoulder up.
Don't let it drop.

Good.

Good!

Very good.

You must be the dad.

Nelson and Marilou said
you were picking Tali up.

- I'm the dad.
- Jess LaCroix.

Sarah Allen.

Tali's got a real knack
for this,

and she's kind too.
Your kid's a good one.

I'm thinking of keeping her.

That's probably a good idea.

Is this really her first time
in the ring?

Uh-huh.

I mean, she's been around
horses most of her life,

but with her grandfather.

- She's a natural.
- At home out there.

That's good to hear.

She's been having a tough time
lately at school.

New school.
Trying to fit in.

New schools, new cities,

it's like getting on
a Tilt-A-Whirl.

You know, when everything
in your life is out of whack,

it's good idea
to have something

that's just yours
and yours alone.

New cities, huh?

How long you been in New York?

What's today?

Um, I guess
it's been six months.

Where you coming from?

New Mexico.

There's a new one, you know?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.

- So I've heard.
- Uh-huh.

Whatever talent Tali has,

she got it from her mom's side
of the family.

Your wife, right?

- Uh, Tali's mom.
- Passed about four years ago.

I'm sorry.

I just, uh, saw the ring.

Oh, yeah.

Dad, check this out!

You're doing great, honey.

Okay, okay,
let's cool her down.

Let's take her back to the barn
and untack her.

- What about you?
- Hmm?

What about me?

You married or...

Um...

"or" is more like it.

Oh.

Sorry, it's probably
my work calling.

It's no problem.

It was nice meeting you.

Yeah, you too.

LaCroix.

Meet where?

- Guys!
- Hey!

Is that what's her name?

Yep, that's what's her name.

- You want the down-low?
- We can talk to the PD.

Our fugitive
is Travis Russell.

He's supposed to be
in court today

for the first day of his trail.

This is his lawyer here,
George.

He skipped on me today,

killed these two,
took their gun,

and their Camry.

Male victim is an off-duty cop,

but guess you
already know that

'cause they called in
the big guns.

- What...
- Great question.

- And no.
- Here you go.

The car predates both
the Bush administration

and GPS technology.

So let's get rolling
on that BOLO.

Are you a bounty hunter
or a bail bondsman?

Bondsperson.

I own my own shop,
and I do both...

Hunt down people who leave me
high and dry like Travis has.

Either way, you're not FBI.

We got this, Jackie.

- Uh...
- Thank you.

Back in the day, you know,
that chick in the Bronx?

Sorry, you can't.

The one who murdered
her boyfriend

and then their kid,
not in that order.

How'd you find her?

You located her.

After I bribed
the hotel clerk

to find out where
she was camped out.

And that Clark Rockefeller
wannabe

who killed his wife
and took all her money?

How'd you bring him in?

When you climbed
in the back of his truck

and rode home with him.

Guess that makes me
an essential worker here.

You need me on this one, Jess.

Okay, how long has Travis
been out on bail?

Two weeks.

He was staying at a motel
down the block with his lawyer,

George, here,
prepping for trial.

- So why'd he pull a Houdini?
- No idea.

He's a divorcé and a
security guard at a strip club.

Charge was homicide

for the murder of a woman
named Emily Holt.

- What was the motive?
- Take your pick.

She was wealthy,
single, eccentric,

tried everything
from psychics to acupuncture

to find her soulmate.

If it was Travis,
she would've stopped.

He was a stranger to her.

What was the State's
case against him?

They were trying for the home
invasion gone wrong angle,

but they evidence
was circumstantial at best,

and plus, Travis had no priors.

We had a great case.

Did Travis know that?

I told him we had
a good chance to win.

It makes no sense to me
why he'd skip.

Why on the day of his trial,

and then carjack and murder
two complete strangers

in a parking lot?

- All right.
- Well, appreciate it.

So he's escalating.

Yeah, well,
it's definitely gratuitous.

Some rage going on there.

Why don't you check in
with the ex-wife,

see if she has insight
as to his state of mind?

I'll check on that motel room.

I'm going with you, Jesse.

I want this guy
as much as you do.

What?
It was locked.

I had to improvise.

So he was planning
on dressing for court.

He left in a hurry.

I smell coffee.

Ooh.

- Ah, ah, ah.
- Chain of custody.

Be my guest.

You know, should you ever
find yourself in a room

with one of those,
don't use it.

Number one way people make meth

according to my clientele.

You think Travis
was high on drugs?

- No.
- It's just a word of warning.

He didn't just throw it
at this TV.

He attacked it.

- Well, it was full.
- He was pissed.

He wasn't planning
on skipping.

Something on that TV
set him off.

- Travis, listen to me!
- Travis, I swear!

I don't know where she is.
I haven't seen her in months.

- Liar.
- Isn't she at the house?

Ooh, I didn't think
to check there.

Stop.

You can have the money.

It's bad luck for you.

I don't want the money.

I wanna know where she is.

I'm telling you...

Where is she?

Where is she?

I've been trying
to wrap my head around

the idea of Travis as a killer
for the last six months,

and now you're telling me
he's killed two more people,

and he's on the run
from the FBI?

This is not the man I married
or divorced.

- Did he have a temper?
- Any anger issues?

- No, but I do.
- I have a short fuse.

And I shoplift.

You make me nervous.

But Travis would be
stoked the FBI is here.

He loved cops.

Did he want to go
into law enforcement?

Failed out of the Academy
in his first month.

And ended up working

as a security guard
at the strip club.

When we split he was a guard
at a carpet warehouse.

They wouldn't give me a deal
on wool when I moved in here.

Security guards don't make
a lot of money.

- This is a nice place.
- Oh, I bought this on my own.

- Is that why you two divorced?
- You wanted a better life?

Travis doesn't aspire.

He's a rule follower.
He colors inside the lines.

Guy's a loser.

Barnes.

Yeah.

Okay, I'm on my way.

What's going on?

We got two uniforms out front
for your safety.

If Travis calls you,
let me know.

Okay.

Lennon Marsh,
29-year-old chiropractor.

Working from home
since the pandemic hit.

Patient showed
for an appointment,

found him and called 911.

We had a BOLO
on the Camry out front.

Yeah, that's why I called.

Your guy ditched it for
the victim's silver Taurus.

- BOLO roulette.
- On it.

Sorry, you can't be in here.

Yeah, she's with us.

Your prints and DNA
still on file?

Yup, and I haven't
cross-contaminated anything

or anyone in ten years.

I won't touch a thing.

You recognize this guy?

No.

And I did a deep dive into
Travis' friends and family.

I don't get it.

My sources say that
he was headed south

after the diner shebang.

Security cameras
from the diner back that up.

So why the detour
to garrote this guy

in Gardella Park?

What is he, a doctor?

Chiropractor.

So that's a no then.

- Hey, boss.
- Any luck on the connects

between Travis
and Lennon Marsh?

There's no employment
overlaps, no phone calls,

no Facebook connections,
nothing.

What about between
the victims,

Lennon Marsh and Emily Holt?

Was she one of his patients?

Well, that's HIPPA stuff,
all confidential, but maybe.

Let me see.

All right, I'm in
her old bank accounts.

But no.

There's not a single payment
to Lennon Marsh.

Jesse, check this out.

Lennon won the lottery.

Look at the date
on the check.

This guy wins $50,000,

and three days later,
he's strangled to death?

Kenny, check out
Emily Holt's account.

Yeah, I see it.

She got regular payments
of $5,000

four times in the year
before she was killed.

- From where?
- Get this.

Place is called
Empire Subscription Center,

AKA Empire State Lotto.

Travis is going after
lottery winners.

Sure looks like it.

Because of
the Empire State Lottery,

my son will be the first in
our family to attend college.

It's like a dream.

The universe
finally tilted my way.

I worried about our finances
my whole life.

Now I get to start living it.

Lotto scratchers are sold
at gas stations and bodegas.

Prices range from one buck
to 100,000 bucks.

Winners can receive lump sums
or take annuity.

Which is what Emily Holt did
with her $20,000,

but there's no way
Lennon had gotten his 50 grand

in the three days since he won.

And nothing was stolen
from either victim.

Well, what's the point
of killing a lotto winner

if you don't bag
their winnings?

Hmm.

Travis worked hard
to live a normal life,

a decent life,

and was rewarded
by getting bumped

from the Police Academy
and divorced from his wife.

I mean, these winners
lucked into good fortune

the same way Travis
lucked out of it.

Making them perfect targets
for his anger, not his greed.

Let's run down the list
from Empire State Lotto.

I want profiles
on every scratcher winner

20K and above
for the past two years.

Any of them could be
his next targets.

Do we still have someone posted
on Travis' place?

- Yes.
- Good.

Let them know we're on our way.
Let Jackie know too.

Personally, I like the whole
"less is more" aesthetic.

I'd call it a dump.

How the hell did this guy
bond out?

Paid me 25K cash and offered
this place up as collateral.

I told him if he skipped,
he'd be homeless.

How'd he get the cash
to pay you in the first place?

Somebody must've helped him.

I'll start digging
in three, two, one.

Looks like he spent most
of his time channel surfing.

"NYPD Live," "Cops,"
"Law & Order."

For a police officer
who never was,

these are
his prized possessions.

Everything we know
about Travis

says he respects order,
boundaries.

So how does a rule follower
become a rule breaker?

Well, that's the danger
of a binary mindset.

The rules can change.

He's still coloring
inside the lines,

it's just that the lines
are different now.

Travis has a garage.

- Kimberly Duncan?
- I'm on break.

Unless you want
the champagne room.

It's 200 up front.

I'm looking
for Travis Russell.

- Never heard of him.
- Huh.

See, 'cause I figured you were
the one who gave him 25K cash

so he could buy a bail bond
from me two weeks ago.

- Oh, no.
- Did he skip?

- 7:00 a.m. this morning.
- I haven't even had lunch,

and he's already killed
three people today.

- Travis?
- He wouldn't do that.

Come on.

He was in jail
on a murder charge.

- Have you seen him?
- No.

I don't know where he is.
I swear.

Kimberly.

The FBI, they're also
looking for Travis,

and they don't care
if he lives or dies,

and I'm sensing you do.

So what's going on?
You two in love?

It's not just that.

I mean, we were
seeing each other

and everything but...

What?

He promised
he would pay me back double.

How?

I guess he was bagging

some of the lotto winnings
after all.

Dang, everything
in this place

costs more than
my old apartment.

Except for that.

Scratchers.

Thanks, boss.

Hey, I'm a winner.

Hmm, I just won 20,000 bucks.

Jackie, I'll have
to call you back.

- No problem.
- Just thought you'd wanna know

that Travis
promised a stripper

a $50,000 lottery scratcher

in return for bailing him out,
but you're busy.

Totally.

Wait, you won 20K too?

Travis isn't
targeting winners.

He's hand picking them.

He's got this game rigged.

This wasn't part of the plan.

The big one was supposed
to go to Kimberly,

not Lennon!

- Travis, I know.
- It's complicated.

Well, Flora,
what the hell happened?

I don't wanna discuss it
over the phone.

- Let's meet up.
- Oh, now you want to meet up?

I already went by your house,
and I...

You stepped out
of your comfort zone.

This is not you talking.
It's your fear.

- I can help you out of this.
- How?

- Meet me at 3:30.
- I'll text you the address.

Travis?

- Fine.
- I'll be there.

According to the papers,

your store recently
sold a scratcher worth 50K.

- Yeah.
- Pretty cool, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Is this who bought it?

Uh, I don't know.

I could check in the back.

My manager pulled down
the security footage

so he could hang the guy
on our Wall of Winners.

- Sweet.
- Yeah.

- We'll wait.
- Okay.

So, we know the card
was bought here.

It didn't come from
Travis' garage

because those scratchers
are worth 20K.

Ah, I'd love to just have
one of those.

So how's it going?

It's going good.

- Going good?
- Mm-hmm.

What does that mean?

Going the same.

- The same?
- Since when?

Since yesterday?

Since Angelyne died?

Since before she died?

Since I don't know.

It's been four years.

Don't you think Angelyne would
want you to get back out there?

Work's not gonna love you back.
Trust me.

Is that why
you're still alone?

We're not talking about me.
We're talking about you.

So you seeing anybody?

Jackie...

- Come on, Jess.
- It's time.

Yeah, so this is the dude

who bought
an Ultra Energy drink

and one very lucky scratcher.

So Lennon did purchase
the card at the store.

A scratcher,
but not the winning one.

You see here?

The serial number
on the receipt

- doesn't match the card.
- The receipt is an alibi.

It's proof that Lennon
purchased a scratcher

from a store.
It's to avoid suspicion.

Well, wouldn't the lotto
have caught that?

Well, not necessarily.

No reason to double check
a serial number

if the store was logged as
the ticket's final destination.

So the scratcher
was intercepted

somewhere between manufacture
and distribution.

Possibly, I'm not
100% sure how it works, but...

- We need answers.
- Come on.

Where's the Lotto
headquartered?

It's in Hartsdale.

Hartsdale.

There are four steps
to the process:

Production, quality control,

distribution, and security.

Every point of human access

has someone watching
over their shoulder.

And you're in charge
of all of that?

Yes, cards are checked
throughout the entire process.

And are they assigned
a destination

before or after
that inspection?

Before, usually, but...

Are the cards checked
at random?

Sometimes, but winning cards
are always inspected.

Theoretically a bad apple
could steal the winning tickets

before they ever made it
to the store.

Doubtful.

Employees are searched at the
beginning and end of every day.

And who searches
the searchers?

A breach would be
extremely unlikely.

What's this all about?

You recognize this guy?

- No.
- Should I?

He's a fugitive
on a felony murder warrant.

We found a stash of winning
tickets in his possession,

and we believe
that he's rigged your game.

Not possible.

Well, he couldn't get in here
without proper credentials.

He wouldn't need them
if he had a partner.

Someone who worked
on the inside.

We'll need a list
of all your employees,

all of their background checks,
and any recent absentees.

Could you send that to me?

- Crosby.
- Of course.

I'll get the office on it
right now.

- Thank you.
- All right, got it, thanks.

Someone called the tip line.
Travis has been spotted.

It's so frustrating.

I got there in less than ten
minutes, and Travis was gone.

- How'd the Unis lose him?
- They never saw him.

Weren't there on the tip,
just having lunch.

And he fled on foot.

Not much good a BOLO's
gonna do us at this point.

Just got the employee list
from Lotto HQ.

It's a short list of who didn't
show up for work today.

Addison Swivers:
Quality control.

And supervisor said
they can't find her.

The question is whether
Addison is running from him

or to meet up with him.
What else do we know about her?

Mmm, was looking it up.

42 years of age,
no spouse, no kids.

Lives about 20 miles
from the factory.

Been working there six years.

No write-ups.
No disciplinary action.

Part of her job as QC
is to know which scratchers

she'd be expecting when,

who works security,
which days.

So all she'd have to do
is a quick slight of hand

during inspections,
conceal a scratcher in her bra,

flirt with Larry
at the front door,

and then waltz straight out.

One ticket
every once and a while.

No one would notice.

And if individual cards
were picked at random

as a means of QC, missing
barcodes would be the norm.

And no cause for alarm.

They could've been running
this scheme for years.

Uh, Jackie.

Thank you.

"Guess who was on the news
this morning."

There's a video attached.
Can you pull that up?

If you scratch his back,
maybe he'll scratch yours.

Lennon Marsh, a chiropractor
out of Gardella Park,

is this week's big winner
from the Empire State Lotto.

That's what triggered him.

Travis saw Lennon
with the check on TV.

That's why he decided to skip
and go after him.

Far as we know, it was
only one 50K ticket, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- But didn't Jackie say

Travis promised Kimberly
the $50,000 winner

- if she bailed him out?
- Which she didn't get.

Because somebody took
the power away from Travis.

Well, let's assume
he and Addison are partners.

She steals the tickets,
he picks the winners.

Okay, so what does Travis
get out of that?

Well, he can't cash
all the winners himself,

so he gives them
to other people

in exchange for a kickback.

- Which he splits with Addison?
- Exactly.

And that explains
how he could afford

all those toys in that garage.

So now Travis is awaiting
trial on homicide,

Addison decides
she's better off on her own.

- Pulls a power move.
- Right.

Give the scratchers Travis
promised to Kimberly,

the big money scratchers,
to Lennon instead.

He sees it on the TV...

And knows
he's been double-crossed.

Well, he would've been
running a 50/50 operation.

Everything equal,
everything fair.

She changed the game on him.

And he's out
to return the favor.

We weren't wrong about Travis.

He respects rules
above everything else,

and Addison broke them.

Which makes this
about revenge.

Hey, look at this.

Lennon was Addison's nephew.

Let's put an APB out on her
right away.

All agencies, all counties.

We find Addison,
we might find Travis.

Done.

Travis called me.

I played it cool, but it won't
hold the dam for long.

Did he call you?

My phone's off,
and yours should be too.

I've been here alone
all day.

What'd you bring me?

Soda and a turkey wrap.

It's the best I could do.

Addison, what the hell
is going on?

We just need to stay calm.

- Calm?
- Your nephew is dead.

Why the hell did you give
the ticket to Lennon?

Because I thought Travis
would be in trial.

Lennon promised he'd sit on it

until we could have Kimberly
taken care of.

- Well, he didn't sit on it.
- Obviously.

And that was a mistake,
which he's now paid for.

Do you not get
what's going on here?

Travis is furious,

and I told him to meet me
at the Burger Maze,

so he's gonna think
I set him up.

Which is why we have to stay
one step ahead of him.

How can you be so calm?

Because panicking
isn't helping.

Travis is
the wanted fugitive, not us.

Just stick with the plan
and do your part.

Okay, so we'll meet tomorrow.

Yes.

It's gonna be okay, Flora.

You just have to trust me.

Okay.

Travis had no contact
with the ex-wife.

The strip club hasn't seen him.

Local PD said there's no sign
of Addison at her home.

- Yeah, got it.
- Thanks.

We just got a hit on our APB.

EMS responded to a 911 call
at a motel in Pelham.

Manager said the victim
is Addison Swivers.

Have Jackie meet us there.

Ms. Swivers?

I'm Agent LaCroix.

Did Travis do this to you?

- Hey.
- Who was that on the gurney?

Addison Swivers.

We think she's working
with Travis.

- Was Travis here?
- We don't know yet.

- Don't touch that!
- Don't touch that!

Addison had no congenital
history of seizures.

Extensive bruising was found
on the abdomen.

Internal bleeding?

If Travis hit her
hard enough, sure.

That could cause a seizure,

but she died within an hour.

I think there's something
in that drink.

ME's rushing the tox screen.

Hey, surveillance video
at the Burger Maze just landed.

Travis was there yesterday
at 3:38 p.m.,

but that tip came in
at 3:20 p.m.

Well, that couldn't
have been an eyewitness.

Someone knew he'd be there.

And wanted him to get caught.

Do you have the audio
from that call?

Yeah.

Travis Russell,
that fugitive,

he's at the Burger Maze
on North Avenue in Larchmont.

He just got here.

That sound like Addison?

I don't know.

I don't have any recordings
of her to match it against.

Well, who else
would want to set him up?

- Another winner.
- Somebody who didn't pay up.

Somebody's who's trying
to protect themselves.

- All right, give me a minute.
- I'll run voice match.

It's like a dream.

The universe
finally tilted my way.

I worried about our finances
my whole life.

Now I get to start living it.

It feels like kismet,
somehow.

Dude, I needed that money.

It's like the universe
just tilted in my direction.

- It rocks.
- Plain and simple.

It was like a gift
from above.

I couldn't believe
I won.

Like, for once,

the universe tilted
in my direction.

Nothing's hitting.

"The universe tilted
in my direction."

Half the winners
are saying this.

That's astrology talk.

Didn't Jackie say
Emily Holt saw psychics?

She did.

All right.

Numbers two, three,
four, six, and eight.

Can we map those addresses?

Yeah.

It's in a two-mile radius
all-told.

All right, pull up
psychic shops in that area.

All right,
there's three of them.

Chakra, Tarot,
and Palm Readings,

Quartz and Quest,

and Futures by Flora.

Futures by Flora.

Right in the middle
of that cluster.

- Yeah.
- Emily Holt.

She made 17 calls to them

the month before she died.

Travis!

This doesn't look like
the Burger Maze.

- I can explain.
- You set me up.

- I would never.
- Travis, it was Addison.

"Travis, you have to do
something about Emily Holt.

"She's gonna turn us in.

"We'll protect you
if it goes south.

"Travis, we can't bail you out.
We have a cash flow problem.

"Sure, Travis.

"We'll give Kimberly
the 50K scratcher as payment.

Travis, it was Addison."

Do you think I'm stupid?

Of course not.

Travis, I'm telling you...

I spent five months in jail

for us.

I could've taken a deal,
turned you both in,

exposed our entire operation.

I didn't do that.

Do you wanna know why?

Because I believed you.

I believed you...

When you said we're a team.

No, don't!

Maybe it's
a three-person operation.

And how do they all
know each other?

Maybe they were clients
of Flora.

Okay, so what's Flora's role?

Well, who does a psychic
do business with?

The vulnerable,
down on their luck.

People who need the universe
to tilt their way.

People they can control,
who they can put pressure on.

So it was Flora's job
to pick the marks?

- Why would they need her?
- She's a cash-only business.

They could've easily laundered
their cuts through her shop.

They actually had
a good thing going.

Then why risk it all
by killing Emily Holt?

Maybe she didn't pay up.

Maybe she was gonna
go to the cops.

And for Travis,
that's the ultimate betrayal.

He killed to prove his loyalty
and then he gets cut out

of the whole operation
all together.

He'd rather go scorched earth

than return to a life
of being a nobody.

He kills Lennon,
he kills Addison...

- And Flora's next.
- I'll meet you there.

- No Flora.
- No Travis.

Well, if he had
of killed her...

He would've left her body.

She's still alive.

PD's on their way.

- Travis was out of transpo.
- He must've taken Flora's.

Well, according
to DMV records,

she has a 2020 BMW
registered in her name.

That's a nice car.

Alcohol, Zoom, psychics.

In COVID,
these businesses are booming.

Let's get a location
on that BMW.

Jackie, what's up?

- I got a name for you.
- Flora Matthews.

She's a psychic who was...

Who we believe Travis
is holding hostage.

When I rolled up on her shop,
he was speeding out of there.

When you what?

I got a tip from one
of Addison's coworkers.

Cost me 500 bucks.

So I hightailed it
over to Flora's shop,

and just when I got there,

they took off
in a brand-new BMW.

- Wait a second.
- You're following them?

Just as fast as I can.

Where are you exactly?

Headed southbound on
the Hutch towards the Van Wyck.

I'll let Crosby know.

- Listen to me, Jackie.
- Do not approach Travis.

We're just a few miles back.
We're on our way.

Here comes the calvary.

Travis, open the door

and come out
with your hands up!

You saved my life.

Step away from the vehicle.

- Hey!
- Where's Travis?

Jackie, stand down.

- He tried to kill me.
- Aw, give me a break, lady.

- Step away from the vehicle!
- Inside's clear!

- It's Travis!
- It's Travis that you want.

Flora, on your knees
and don't move.

Where is Travis?

- Jackie, stand down!
- Where is Travis?

- Jackie, stand down!
- Hey, hey!

- Drop your weapon!
- Drop the weapon!

Drop it!

Hands behind your back.

Don't move.

You know what I saw
this morning?

A coyote at dawn

walking through the middle
of the street.

It was your idea, wasn't it?

All of it.

That coyote is you,

prowling on your own.

You're heartbroken,
and you've given up.

Too scared to try again.

Come on.

But time moves
in one direction,

just like that coyote.

There's a light waiting
for you outside,

but you have to make the choice
to let it in.

Her escape plan.

Make the choice
or it'll fester!

Stop talking.

- She's a pretty good psychic.
- You might listen to her.

You all right?

Yeah.

Come on.
Five minutes with her.

I still got 48 hours
to find my skip.

You won't need it.

Aw, Travis.

That was really nice.

Watch that rhythm though.
It's not about speed.

Okay, slow him up a little bit.

Hello, hello.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's it going?

Very good.

So I spent the first part
of the lesson

asking her if she'd like
to ride English.

Uh, she is not interested.

She likes western.

- Hmm.
- There's a difference?

Really?

Wow, okay.

Uh, so yes, there's, um,

let's say rein position,
hand position,

body position,
the tack on the horse,

the events you ride,

and the company you keep
for starters.

So which one's cheaper?

I'd say western.

That's the one
with the, um, the...

- The handle on the saddle?
- It's called a horn.

- The horn.
- Yeah.

I mean, that was close enough.
Yeah.

Look, I meant it when I said
Tali's a natural.

She could absolutely qualify

for futurities in a few years
if she keeps at it.

I think she's a little young
to be training.

Hmm?

What?
No.

Not "futures."
It's futurities.

It's a competition circuit.

We race the barrels
in a cloverleaf pattern

for a reason.

Anyway, hard work is important,

but it's nothing
without talent.

And a good teacher.

I hear you're an FBI agent.

I am.

Tali is very proud.

Where's your office?

- It's, um...
- well, it's in the city.

Oh.

But we're on the road a lot,
you know?

Chasing down bad guys.

Yeah, good for you.

What is it they say?
Thank you for your service.

Or is that just the military?

I don't know,
but I'll take it.

I was thinking, um,

I gotta take Tali home.

Um,

I'm hungry.

I was wondering,

have you had dinner?

Oh, uh, well...

I mean, I was just thinking,
if you're, you know,

not busy or...

Just... I'm...

I'm sorry, I can't.

That's okay.

Yeah.

I think I might wait
in the car.

Yeah, could you let Tali know
I'm out there?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, sure.