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Hooch, let's tell them what happened last week.

It was 30 years ago.

I was riding around in a police car with Scott and the first Hooch.

Thanks for helping us pack up his stuff, David.

He'd love that you're here.

No place I'd rather be.

Mr. Gillen, our father was investigating you. Why?

Look. I don't know what your dad was investigating,

but it was a lot bigger than me.

-We gotta find you a somebody, E. - Mm-hmm.

Somebody like Scott.

Why would you think that? I never said I liked Scott.

If you were interested,

I just happen to know his big date fell through.

I wanted to apologize for forgetting about dinner.

I was driving by your house, so…

That's great. I wish I wasn't in the middle of giving him a bath.

Do you need help with the bath?

It looks fantastic. And you know it.

It's really-- It's beautiful shading.

Thank you. - Anytime.

Thanks for coming down to Cypress Beach to help with the GuacFest sign.

It was our dad's big thing. We kind of go overboard.

-I mean, I can't miss Hooch as an avocado. -

That's true.

Plus, I get to hear the embarrassing stories from when you were a kid.

-Those were great. Thank you, Mom. -

I didn't tell her about the time you almost ran over yourself

with the lawn mower.

Knock, knock. - This is gonna be good.

-Dropping off the little man. -Mommy!

Hey, buddy.

Mwah.

Matthew has a surprise.

Show 'em.

Presenting…

guacamolade!

Wow. - Guacamolade?

It's for the Guacamole Fest cooking contest.

I dedicate it to Grandpa.

Aw.

Aw, thanks, bud.

-To Dad. -To Dad.

Wait, drink it slowly. It's chunky.

-

I know moms are supposed to be supportive, but that was disgusting.

You know what it was like?

It was like he strained guacamole through an old gym sock,

threw the sock in a blender, and we drank the sock.

I gotta say, Brooke's a lot less stuck-up than I remember.

Although, are those really her painting clothes?

Come on. She looks amazing.

I'm glad you're here for this.

I don't know.

You know, I used to think Dad's GuacFest thing was corny.

Now I just miss him.

Same.

-Hey. -Hey.

Where does Emily keep the bread?

I wanna get a good base before I try the guacamolade.

-The bread'll help soak up the toxins. -I'm not sure that's how that works.

-Yeah, it does.

Oh. Hey, Laura. By the way,

those police files you asked for, they're crazy popular.

Mayor Sutton came down to my office, asked for the exact same ones.

He told me not to say anything or I could lose my job.

So don't say anything.

Okay, that's weird. Why is David reading Dad's files?

Should we be looking into David?

Looking into the guy who hid our Easter eggs when we were kids?

He was Dad's best friend.

Scott, Dad was keeping this a secret. Anybody could be involved.

Look, I love David too, but if he's threatening Grady's job?

Uncle Scott!

Your girlfriend drank the guacamolade too quickly.

She's puking in the mailbox.

-Wait, Scott. Meet me tomorrow night.

-Laura, I gotta go help Brooke. -Promise me.

Yeah. Okay, fine. Yes, I promise.

She's throwing up a lot.

Thank you.

It's gross.

Thank you.

Hooch ate Grady's entire loaf of bread. How is he still hungry?

Oh, Hooch is always hungry. That's why he's built like a dinosaur.

I'm so sorry about today and you ruining your silk blouse.

No, it's okay.

I always wanted to "guac this way."

-Let me get you a water or something. -Thanks.

So I guess your dad was, like, Mr. Cypress Beach.

-Did you always wanna be a cop like him? -Not exactly like him.

My dad was kind of a softy as far as cops go.

Like, when I was 12, he ticketed this guy for vagrancy

and then he let him stay in our guest room for a week.

-Oh, yeah.

You know, it's part of the reason why I joined the Marshals,

'cause, like, we chase the bad guys, you know?

It's far less complicated

and you don't end up with a drifter named Safety Pin using your toothbrush.

Well, speaking of family,

my dad has this charity event on Saturday at the club,

and it's your basic black-tie, meet-a-senator,

picture-with-an-astronaut type thing.

-I know. Super lame. -Hmm.

But, um, any chance you'd, uh, be my date?

Sure.

Sounds like a very low-pressure way of meeting your parents.

You are funny.

They're gonna love you.

How are you at ballroom dancing?

I'm okay.

Yeah. Uh, wait. This isn't a test, right?

Your parents aren't gonna hate me if I can't--

Not at all.

Although, they went on for years about this guy that I dated in college

who didn't know the difference between a Viennese and American waltz.

What? -Yeah.

So basic. Loser.

-One, two, three. -

One, two, three.

-One, two, three. - And promenade. Yes.

-One, two, three. -Is that a-- Is that a backstep? What--

-Hold her hand lightly. -These people look miserable.

-One, two, three. One, two, three. -One, two, three. One, two, three.

-Oh, wonderful. -

-Steady! -Ooh.

-Thank you. -Easy.

-You okay? - Yeah.

I was just watching this YouTube tutorial on how to ballroom dance.

Brooke invited me to this thing, and I kinda told her I can waltz.

I'd like to waltz with you one day.

For sure.

And one, two, three. One, two, three.

Feel the rhythm.

Wonderful.

Might wanna nail down walking before you start ballroom dancing.

So, you're doing this for Brooke?

She do any of the stuff you like to do? Like, say, jogging?

Oh, Brooke hates jogging.

Something about a $200 blowout, whatever that is.

Hmm.

But Erica jogs with you, doesn't she?

Yeah. Erica's great. She's a great friend.

-Conference room now. Emergency briefing. -Great.

Bye.

All right, everyone.

We've got an all-hands-on-deck type situation here.

Sonoma County PD has requested our help.

They attempted to arrest William Jackson, 41, for assaulting his landlord.

Turns out he's former special forces.

Security cameras at Jackson's work captured this video.

Way to stick the landing.

I'm pretty sure he's the bad guy.

Good landing's a good landing.

Ooh. - Ouch.

Trent Havelock's deputy in charge on the manhunt.

Thanks, Chief.

Big Dog likes to hunt.

-Yeah, he does. Hunt, Big Dog. -

He's calling himself Big Dog now?

Oh, he got vanity plates. He's really trying to make it a thing.

Now, listen up. We don't know what we're dealing with here, so we--

Yeah, we do. The guy freaked out 'cause he didn't wanna pay rent.

The head case spent too much time in the sandbox and can't hack it stateside.

-Huh.

You got something to say?

Yeah. Couple things.

First, you were in the National Guard in New Jersey.

You don't get to say "sandbox" unless you mean the Jersey Shore.

And second, a lot of these guys suffer from PTSD.

What makes you the expert?

Just two tours in Afghanistan while you were guarding saltwater taffy.

And you need to remember who the DIC is on this, X.

Oh, I remember, T.

Enough. Both of you.

We're all on the same team.

Our fugitive was last spotted by a pack of scouts near Muir Woods, in Marin County.

The redwoods are dense.

PD's asked us to cover down in this area, north and west of these hills.

Now, let's bring Jackson in before someone gets hurt.

-Mm-hmm. - Dismissed.

Yo, are you sure that was a good idea, getting into it with Trent?

You think he'll take it personal?

-Probably.

Good one, bro. Good one.

Good job, man.

You know, sometimes you gotta take the wave,

even if you know you're probably gonna eat the reef.

Well, yeah, but that's not…

Like, isn't it better to take a different wave,

so you don't smash into the reef?

Mm-mmm.

Time to speak up is the time to speak up.

But you know that's not an argument, right?

You literally just said the same thing twice.

It doesn't make it true.

Maybe it does.

Maybe it does.

'Kay, today's assignments.

Jenna, Turner and the dog, you're with me and the alpha team.

You're with the big boys now, so don't screw it up.

Xavier,

you're gonna reinterview the scouts that spotted Jackson.

Copy that.

The little kids, I mean.

I love kids.

Good. And after that you can stand post at the roadblock at Blackfoot Trail.

-Better standing than sitting. -The far one.

I was just gonna suggest that.

Right.

Okay, T-squad. Circle up.

Yo, this is what I was saying, bro. You have more experience than any of us.

And what? He's got you interviewing little kids and watching a roadblock.

I mean, what do you do now?

I work the case.

But it's a manhunt. If you're not there, how--

Don't have to be there to be there.

Actually, I'm pretty sure you do.

Can't catch the man if you're not on the hunt.

You don't have to be there to be there.

Saying things twice. Is this, like, an all-the-time thing now?

Hey. Let's mount up.

Should I get used-- Okay. Thank you for that.

Gotta love a manhunt through the woods, right?

Seriously. This is probably the best assignment ever.

Mm-hmm.

It's like we're in the movie The Fugitive.

-Right? -Yeah.

"I didn't kill my wife."

"I don't care."

Ah. You're right. You're right. This is why I joined the Marshals.

Mm-hmm.

Do feel kinda bad though.

What? About X?

Oh, I'm sure he's fine.

Okay. One at a time, friends. One at a time.

-So the man you saw-- -He was in a red car!

We saw a cabin that looked like an old lady's face!

My parents sleep in separate rooms!

Okay, new plan.

Now, if you know something about the fugitive that you wanna tell me,

raise your hand.

-Me! Me! Me! Me! -Me! Me! Me! Me!

Now, if you're gonna say the car was red, put your hand down.

Me. Me.

If you're gonna say the car was reddish, kinda like a burnt orange,

put your hand down.

Okay, little man. What you gotta tell me?

I have to go to the bathroom.

Oops. Never mind.

Yeah, I've been there.

Okay. That concludes our interview.

Thanks, kids.

All right, guys. We got some setting up to do, don't we? Careful.

This is the Big Dog. I'm out saving the world. Leave a message.

Hey, Trent. No new info. One kid peed himself.

Stay sharp. Fugitive was seen around here.

Dealing with a wannabe Rambo. Watch your six.

Copy that.

- Quiet, Hooch.

He could be around here anywhere.

-Hooch? -

Hooch? Where--

Trent, we need to stop for a second. So sorry.

Hooch! Where are you going?

Hooch, we're supposed to be watching our six.

This is definitely not a-- You're peeing? You taking a little pee break?

Hey! Let's go, Turner! The fugitive was spotted just up ahead.

Got it.

Hooch, they're literally leaving us behind.

Come on.

-

I'm coming, Big Dog.

We're not gonna move it.

Those spikes that psycho put there are stuck up in the engine block.

-Maybe if we all push from the side. -

Forget it. We tried that.

We tried everything. This thing's not moving, okay?

We checked the other roads. Three more booby traps.

There's no clear way in. Jackson's a one-man army.

Oh, yeah?

Well, we're a lot-of-men army.

Listen. That psycho tried to kill us.

He's messing with the Big Dog. He's going down!

It's getting late. Get in Turner's truck. We're going back to base camp. Mount up!

Come on, man.

Everybody good?

It smells like a burrito in here.

Oh, yeah, there was a taco wedged in the seats,

but Hooch took care of it.

He ate it. I guess he was waiting for it to ripen.

Hello, this is Baxter.

Command center, this is Big Dog.

-Who? -It's Trent. Baxter, It's Trent.

Right, new call sign.

Think this will stick better than T-Man or Falcon,

or that time you saw Top Gun on TV and wanted to be called Maverick?

Just put in a request for a high-wing surveillance asset with thermal optics.

We need to catch this fugitive. Bye. Big Dog out.

This is war now.

He declared war on us. So we're also gonna declare war.

Double war.

About that. I still can't figure out why.

I mean, Jackson punched his landlord.

That's maybe six months in jail. You know?

Running, that adds five years.

And then fighting the cops, that's ten to 15 easy.

-I mean, why would he risk-- -He's a criminal.

Criminals do stupid things. That's what makes them criminals.

-What the hell noise is that?

Uh, do me a favor. Call your buddy Xavier. Let him know that our orders have changed.

'Sup?

Yo.

Trent called in a search plane. He's suspending the search till morning.

How's the roadblock?

Quiet. Just putting together a list of Jackson's known associates

and a basic psych profile.

Seriously? From the roadblock?

Like I said, work the case.

Slow going though. Laptop ran out of juice. Had to improvise.

Well, you might have some more time to work.

-Trent wants you out there overnight. - Copy that.

And tell him thanks. Could use the overtime.

It's nice to get a chance to focus.

I'll let you know if I find anything.

Okay.

How'd he take it?

Ah, he was just, you know…

Xavier.

He's doing some research.

Research? He's in the middle of nowhere, doing nothing.

Does he not get that?

You should stay away from that guy. Something's not right with his brain.

One other thing. You need to handle this dog sitch, 'kay?

We're jacking up the heat tomorrow. I don't want that thing slowing us down.

Right. I'm on it.

-Make more noise, amateur. -

Hi.

Come here, bud.

-Geez. I didn't think you were gonna come. -It was a long day. What are we doing?

It's a stakeout, okay? We're waiting till Mayor Sutton leaves.

Do I get to ask why we're waiting for the mayor to leave?

Because we're gonna sneak into his office, look around for evidence.

Laura, that's insane.

What's insane?

All the words you just said. They're insane.

David Sutton is secretly looking into our dad.

He's our oldest family friend. Can't we just talk to him?

Then he's gonna know Grady told us, and Grady will get fired.

Don't you wanna know why David's keeping secrets from us?

-Oh, my--

Oh. Shh!

There he goes. Okay, let's go.

Laura! I am a deputy marshal. I can't be part of an illegal search.

Not to mention, any of the evidence you find will be inadmissible.

Okay, fine. I'll go in alone. Good night, Deputy Marshal.

-Hooch. -Laura.

Crazy sister.

Sucks. Terrible comeback.

Ah! Oh.

-Laura. -Janis! Hi.

Didn't see you there.

How are the guac preparations coming along?

Guactastic, thanks.

Will a certain four-time Guac Princess be there?

Oh, you know it. Getting my waving hand ready.

So what brings you here?

I was, um, just hoping to see Mayor Sutton. Is he in?

Sorry. He just left for the evening.

Oh, shoot. Um, he was supposed to leave something for me.

I'm sure it's on his desk. I could go grab it.

What is it, sweetie? I'll get it.

No. I'll just-- It'll be two seconds.

Oh, normally I would let you, but he has been really on me about that.

I think one of the interns is stealing his Snickers.

So if you come back tomorrow, then I'm sure he'll--

Laura. Time to go.

Hi.

Oh, my gosh. He is adorable.

-

- Hello.

- What kind of doggy is he?

He's a Dogue de Bordeaux.

Dogue de Bordeaux?

-Look at you. -

-Fancy. Look at that face. -Don't stop petting him.

-I could just eat him up. -Me too.

What's his name?

It's Hooch, actually.

Hooch? Hoochy.

I think you want a treat. I wanna go get him a treat.

-He's diabetic. No-- No treats. -Oh.

No, no.

Janis, did you change your hair? - Yes! Thank you for noticing.

-You're glowing. -Aw.

We can go for walkies. Yes, we can.

You know what's crazy about this breed,

is that they were originally bred to guard vineyards in France.

No. Really? -Yes. You seem like a wine gal.

I do not need that stuff after all. Thank you so much, Janis.

-Bye! Thank you so much. -Okay. Thank you, Janis. Ow!

Okay. Bye-bye!

Bye, Hoochy!

Laura. Laura!

Laura, what are you doing?

I am making progress. He had notes on Dad's case.

-Aren't you curious? -No! I will not look at that.

I will not be implicated. Listen. I'm not curious.

I'm angry, okay? This is illegal.

Breaking the rules because you need to know

if someone betrayed someone you love is not illegal!

What? Are you making up laws now?

Scott, listen to me.

I want no part of this. I have work tomorrow.

You know, real police work.

-Come on, Hooch, before we get indicted. -But--

-

Hooch. Hooch. You gotta wake up, buddy.

We got a long day of tracking ahead, right?

-Head in the game. -

-Hello. - Hey.

I just saw that you texted, so I thought I'd call.

It's 4:30. You didn't have to.

-Oh, no problem. Yeah. -

Angel had some bad dreams,

so we're just talking through her feelings.

What's going on?

Okay. So, I'm part of this manhunt, right?

And it's for this former special forces guy.

I was hoping that Hooch could track him, but he just wants to play in the woods.

Was the wind at your backs?

Yeah. How'd you know that?

Special forces are trained to stay downwind.

Okay? What does that mean?

Is there, like, anything we can do?

There are actually two kinds of scent: air and ground.

So even if your manhuntee is staying out of the wind,

he won't be able to hide the scent of something he's touched.

But ground scents are tough, though. They take focus.

-Do you think Hooch has enough focus? -

Yeah.

Uh, I think he definitely has potential.

Mm-hmm. Maybe.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Okay. The sun will be up soon.

Now, the Cessnas picked up a heat signature

two klicks north of Whitestone Lake.

We'll search that on foot.

-Turner! -I'm right here.

Oh, yeah. You fix the dog?

-Can that track his scent? -Jackson's hiding downwind.

If there's a ground scent, Hooch would definitely--

Okay, nerd.com, enough.

-Next time just say, "My dog sucks." -Copy that.

Listen up. We need to get this bandit, all right?

Let's mount up.

Oh, X. I almost forgot.

You're not coming with us,

'cause you are gonna stay here and… …guard the vehicles.

But wouldn't he be more useful with us?

What's he guarding the vehicles from? Raccoons?

Well, what happens if Jackson comes back and sets more booby traps?

I mean, Xavier here is the expert on combat vets.

Ain't that right?

I'm on it, Big Dog.

Yeah, you are.

Yeah?

Yeah. It's a rock, Hooch, just like the thousand other ones you sniffed.

Again? How are you not empty?

Turner, Jackson's not gonna wait around

-'cause your giant dog has a tiny bladder. - It's a trip wire.

-Stop! There's a trip wire! -Where?

Oh, Big Dog.

Oh, it's like that, Jackson? It's like that?

Thank you. When I was upside down, a bug went in my mouth.

Hold up, Trent. We'll cut you down.

Bro, I'm CrossFit certified Level 3, dude. Check the Insta.

I got this.

Trent, uh, is that poison oak?

Huh?

You probably shouldn't be touching your face.

Scotty! What's going on?

Uh, we hit one of Jackson's booby traps.

Trent's, um…

regrouping.

At least we know we're on the right track.

-What's that?

Birds. I'm pretty close to their nest, so they've been attacking.

X, where are you?

I needed better data reception, so I climbed a tree.

I got Jackson's DD 214 from the army.

I'm gonna call guys in his old unit.

Wait. You did all that while in a tree, being attacked by birds?

I don't mind.

-Nature restores.

I'll check in if I get solid intel.

-Turner! -Yes. What? I'm right here.

Is my face red?

Nope.

Hooch. Hooch, what do you got, boy?

Gimme that. That's dirty.

Trent. Trent. I think maybe you should look at this.

What is it, Turner?

Hooch found this dog toy.

We're not far from where that trip wire was.

And Hooch has been peeing everywhere, right?

I think Jackson might be traveling with a dog.

-So what? -Well…

I mean, you've profiled him to be, like, this lone, disconnected psychopath.

So he's a disconnected psycho with a dog. Same difference.

Yeah, but couldn't this be an important detail?

Hey, tell you what.

If you wanna hang out around here and play with dog toys, go for it.

I'm going after the fugitive.

-You shouldn't scratch, bro. -Shut up, dude.

-Copy that. -Okay?

Let's move out.

Well, this explains why Hooch was jumping out of your car.

He smelled another dog.

Yeah, I just wish it was more of a clue.

Well, it's not not a clue.

It's a military-grade KONG. Extra tough.

Military dogs use them,

'cause they chew so hard and it's really hard to replace toys in the field.

So, could a military dog be with him?

Sure. Yeah. They let army dogs retire with their handlers now.

It's so much better for the dog and the soldier

'cause they bond in combat.

Why would he risk going home to get his dog

when he was on the run from the police?

-I would never leave Angel behind. -

Not even if I was being chased by cops or dinosaurs or ghosts.

Uh, I wanna broach that. I--

Oh, no.

Is something wrong?

No.

Sort of. I have this thing, and I have to ballroom dance.

And I don't even know the difference between the American waltz or Vietnamese.

I think you mean Viennese.

Oh.

Oh, that's why my Google searches only found a dance studio in Hanoi.

Yeah, the Viennese waltz

-is just a faster tempo. -

Hmm. -More change steps and turns.

Most people do the American waltz.

I could teach you if that would be helpful.

Actually, a lot of the staff are out doing field exercises now,

so there's-- there's even space.

Wait. You know how to waltz?

When Curtis was little, his favorite show was Dancing With The Stars,

and our mom thought if he took lessons,

maybe it would help him come out of his shell.

It did.

We even won some competitions.

Okay. So, dog whisperer, ballroom champ…

What other secrets are you hiding?

Nothing. That's 100% of my secrets, Scott.

I tried to keep that one from you, but you're a detective.

So, dancing?

Okay.

Dancing, Hooch? Dancing.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Great. And now the arms.

Great. And then just like…

Two, three.

-Oh! -Geez! I'm so sorry.

In waltzing, is there a part where it's kind of, like, interpretive?

No.

Okay, now I'm gonna spin.

One, two, three. One, two.

What?

-You're ready for the next thing. -Yeah. It's my turn to spin.

-Is that wrong?

You don't spin. - Doesn't seem fair.

-Okay, fine. -Thank you.

Slower.

Okay, good. Now turn around.

-Sorry. -

One, two, three. One, two--

-Oh! -Sorry. I did it again, right?

Okay, now you don't count. Spin.

All right. Oh!

-I'm sorry. - No, it's… It's good.

Spin.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

You're doing so great.

Are you ready to try the dip?

Yeah, I-- Maybe you should put on one of those dog bite suits first.

Brooke's a fancy woman. She's gonna expect a dip.

-Go big or go home.

Okay. I'll go big. What do I do?

All right, let's start here. She'll spin out.

Spin in.

Hold me tight.

Brooke. Hold Brooke tight.

Yep. So she knows you won't drop her, and then look into her eyes…

and then lower her.

-Do you need to get that or… -Yeah.

-You know what? -What?

I think it might be faster if I just kinda let you down.

-Oh, go down? -Yeah. Yeah.

Okay. Yeah.

-There you go. -Oh.

-You're on the ground now. -Cool.

-We'll work on that part. -Okay.

-It's my sister. -Oh, cool.

-Sorry. -Yeah. I gotta go work.

-Dog work. Dog's work's never done. - Okay. Okay.

-Yep. - I--

I'll be--

Hi. Hi.

Hey, Scott. Sorry to bother you. Are you in the middle of something?

I'm not sure.

I know you're really mad at me about the whole David thing.

The David thing?

I think you mean the "breaking into an old friend's office

so you can spy on him" thing.

Listen to me. I was just talking to Mom, just now, and get this.

You know how Mom and David have dinner every Saturday night

at Crescent Burger?

Well, he just called and said that they should have dinner at her place tomorrow

out of the blue.

Huh. That's weird.

Uh, ya think?

He's threatening my ex, investigating Dad and now this?

We have to be at that dinner, Scott.

You know I'm right.

Okay.

You may be somewhat right.

Great. I will take it. Thank you.

Bye.

Mom. Do you think I could crash your dinner with David tomorrow?

I haven't seen him in a while.

Yeah. I don't see why not. I bet he'd love it.

Aw, great. Fun.

Two, three.

One.

You're improving.

Very nice.

Thanks.

Erica taught me some stuff. You know, turns out she's a great dancer.

Erica teaches dance too? Hmm.

What are you doing here? Weren't you up in a tree all night?

When do you sleep?

When the job's done.

Whoa. You did all this research?

Well, any answers?

Nah, just questions.

You know, Jackson did six combat deployments,

trained in survival and special tactics.

If he wanted those booby traps to kill you, why aren't you dead?

Huh. That's a dark question.

Also, the landlord said the assault happened over a refusal to pay rent.

I checked Jackson's financial records.

He paid every bill on time going back to 2007.

We're missing something.

Well, one thing we're missing is this.

Found it freshly buried near one of the booby traps.

-His dog is with him. -Hmm.

-Dog? - Yeah.

Well, the landlord didn't mention a dog in the report he filed to the police.

Huh.

Sounds like we should talk to that landlord.

Nice job, Turner.

I love watching a baby bird stretch its wings.

All right. I-I'm not exactly a baby bird.

-You know, I've been working this case. -No, no. I wasn't talking about you.

I saw a baby bird stretch its wings in the tree last night.

It's a beautiful thing.

Come on. Let's go.

I don't know why we gotta go over this again.

-I told everything to the cops already. -It won't take long.

It's just one question actually.

Why didn't you mention Jackson's dog to the police

when you reported him for assault?

I don't know. It didn't seem important.

It is.

Why don't you tell us what happened, including the dog?

Also, making a false statement to the US Marshals

can get you five years in a federal prison.

Just, you know, FYI.

XYZ.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I remember now. Yeah, it wasn't the rent, uh.

The building changed to no pets allowed. Dude wouldn't give up his dog.

I went to evict him, and he just attacked me.

He just attacked you?

Well, yeah. Well, I might have, you know, pushed his dog with my foot a little.

-

So, you kicked his dog, and he hit you?

Hey, hey. I'm the victim here.

Show us Jackson's apartment.

Yo. Yo, check this out.

Jackson's dog, Trooper, saved his whole unit from a sniper in Iraq.

This cabin.

Does it look like an old lady's face to you?

What? Are you good?

The scouts told me about this cabin that looks like an old lady's face

nearby where the search started.

That's probably where he's going.

Which would mean that all the booby traps,

the whole chase was to drive us to the other side of the woods away from there.

Well, it looks more and more like Jackson was just a war hero

who wanted to be left alone with his dog.

Trent's taking this personally.

If he gets to Jackson before we do, it could be really bad.

We better get there before he does.

But how? I mean, we gotta tell Trent what happened.

-He's the deputy in charge. -Yeah, no problem.

This is the Big Dog. I'm out saving the world.

-Leave a message. -

Hey, Trent. It's Xavier. We know where Jackson is hiding.

Call me.

Trent never answers my calls.

Oh, he's very good.

It's about five miles up this road.

Let's get stoked.

Uh, it's just, um, my dance thing's coming up. I'm just practicing.

I like it.

I do push-ups to paso doble.

Oh.

Okay. Stay quiet.

Head on a swivel.

I knew a lot of these special forces guys in Iraq.

The good ones are unstoppable,

and I'm pretty sure that Jackson is very, very good.

That's not encouraging.

Those kids were right. Cabin looks like an old lady's face.

The windows are like the eyes, and the door, a little, cute nose.

And the steps is her mouth.

Moss is like the eyebrows.

Yeah, I get it. But how d--

Drop your weapon.

Get on the ground now.

I'm not gonna do that.

Just calm down. We know what happened with your landlord.

We know about Trooper.

What do you know about Trooper?

We just want to talk.

What is there to talk about? Someone evicts me and kicks my dog.

I'm just supposed to let it go?

I know it's hard, brother, but you're making it worse.

It can't get any worse. Trooper's sick!

And I'm not gonna abandon him. He saved my life. I owe him.

-I understand, but you g-- -

You hear those cars? That's Trent coming up the road.

Listen. You gotta come with us.

I'm not going anywhere, and neither is my dog.

Leave us alone!

All right, boy. Inside.

Five more minutes, we would have talked that guy down.

Come on, boy.

Turner? X? What are you doing here?

You can't come at him like this. It's not gonna end well.

Whose side are you on, Turner? I say how this is gonna go.

Either he comes out and surrenders now, or we kick the door down and drag him out.

He's in the middle of a mental health crisis, Trent.

We need to talk to him.

The time for talking's over.

Yep.

-Time to speak up is-- -Is the time to speak up.

Trent! Don't do this. This is a mistake!

What do you think you're doing, Turner? I'm arresting that psycho.

He's not a psycho. He's a human being, and I'm gonna talk to him.

Hey, Stop! Stop right there!

Stand down! Turner!

-Hooch. Hooch, come here. - Move, move!

Sergeant Jackson?

I'm unarmed. I'm unarmed. I'm approaching.

We're gonna talk man-to-man.

And dog-to-dog.

What do you want?

Sergeant Jackson, I know you've made sacrifices for our country,

and I'm not gonna insult you and pretend that I know what you're going through.

But I know what it means to love a dog.

And there are people out there that wanna come in here,

and they wanna take you out by force.

I wanna help. But I need you to help me.

I told you I'm not leaving.

Be ready. We may have to save that idiot, Turner.

You don't get it. If I go to jail, my dog's got no one.

If I go away, they'll put him down the next day.

And I'm not gonna abandon my dog. Not when he needs me the most.

But you can't take care of him out here.

And we both know that.

He's 12 years old, and he needs medicine twice a day.

Who's gonna take care of a dog like that?

Hey, Trooper.

I will.

I'll get him into the Federal K-9 Training Facility.

They'll give Trooper the care he needs. I promise you that.

Hostage rescue SWAT in place.

Come on, baby bird.

We're coming out!

Stand down! It's okay!

Hold your fire.

It's gonna be all right, man. You did the right thing.

- Suspect in custody.

All right, buddy.

We're just gonna go in there, heads held high, take our lumps, right?

Some people might think we did the wrong thing,

but we're just not gonna listen.

Not that you shouldn't listen when people think you did the wrong thing, right?

You should.

Especially when you chew legs off chairs in the kitchen.

-That's different. - Am I interrupting something?

Uh, no. I'm just preparing Hooch.

Chief wants to see us,

and I think we're gonna be in a lot of trouble about what went down.

-Maybe. Maybe not. -What do you mean?

Well, I don't wanna read too much into this,

but I saw Trent try and high-five the chief.

Chief just left him hanging.

-Really? -Oh, yeah.

That's very interesting.

Mm-hmm. I heard something else interesting.

I heard you got some dance lessons from Erica.

A little cha-cha-cha.

-Nope. -Uh-huh.

I need details, Turner.

I would love to, but I just have this meeting to go to.

-So I cannot give you the details. -You-- Scott. Turner.

These two broke protocol.

Agency policy states that as DIC,

I should have been informed the moment they knew the fugitive's location.

Check your voice mail.

'Kay.

Hi. This is Maui Wowie spray tan salon confirming your appointment.

Nope.

That was a friend making a joke.

Hey, Trent. It's Xavier. We know where Jackson's hiding. Call me.

Well, last I checked, it's agency policy to communicate with your team.

Okay, so I missed a call.

But that doesn't change the fact that Turner disobeyed a direct order

and went into the cabin.

-Enough. Turner saved a guy's life. -And a dog's.

Okay, so that's it? He hijacks my operation and just walks away?

No. Turner took over so he can handle the after-action paperwork.

I'm good with that.

Oh, and another thing.

Xavier has 15 years with the Service.

How'd he end up on a roadblock duty guarding cars?

Well, Chief, I'm glad you asked.

As DIC, I thought that would be a good use of his skills.

Is that right?

Well, something just came in that might be a good use of your skills.

There's a fugitive checkpoint up in Humboldt County

that could use an extra body.

Bring a good raincoat.

-How's Trooper doing? -So good.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Sit.

I had one of the vets check him out, and he is old, but I think I can help him.

And he's gonna help us train the puppies. So, win-win.

-Ah, that's great. -Yeah.

He's a good dog.

It's funny.

Um, when we met, I didn't think you were even a dog person.

But wow.

You are such a dog person.

I don't know. I'm getting there.

Oh, shoot. I gotta go. The event's tonight.

I gotta go home and dog-proof my place for Hooch to be there alone.

Last time, I walked in on him wearing my favorite turtleneck.

Cute.

Leave him here.

-No. -Yeah.

No. That's not--

Come on. Look how happy they are.

I'll just watch him.

-Really? -Go. Get outta here.

You're amazing. Thank you. That's awesome.

Yeah.

-Scott. -Yep?

Don't dip too far.

-I won't. - Okay.

Thanks.

So, Laura, it's a nice surprise, you joining us for dinner.

Yes, well, it's always great to see old friends,

and I know you've been busy…

with things.

I think the Guacamole Festival has everyone a little crazy.

The same weekend as the Sausalito Salsa Fest.

-They're trying to steal our thunder. -

Sausalito.

They pretend they're a quaint, small town, but really, they're not.

It's kinda like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

I guess.

Anyway, this GuacFest will not be the same without your dad.

I miss him a lot.

I think we all do.

-Whoa. -Yeah. The foundation really goes all out.

I mean, it's no Guacamole Fest.

True.

Oh, hi!

Hi.

Mom, Dad, this is Scott, who I was telling you about,

from the Marshals.

Oh, good for you.

Rolling your sleeves up. Making a difference, son.

Trying to, sir.

Just like our dear Brooke.

Although, I keep trying to get her to join my firm and make some real money.

Behave, Martin. -I'm joking. He knows I'm joking.

Right?

Oh. Shall we dance?

-Shall we? -Yeah.

Emily, where did you put Scott Sr.'s old things?

I thought I might look for some keepsakes.

That's so sweet. You're welcome to look through the boxes in the basement.

Ah. Okay.

You are full of surprises.

A friend taught me.

Hey there, Laura. I was just looking for some old photos of your dad.

-Were you? - Yeah.

I was gonna use one for the Memorial Cooking Award.

And you thought that that would be in a box marked "Case Files"?

My eyes must be getting old. I must have pulled the wrong box.

It's not the wrong box.

I know you've been following Dad's cases. I saw the notes in your office.

You were snooping in my office?

You're one to talk. What are you doing down here?

Your dad was always riled about developers ruining the town.

Just before he passed, he called me, wanted to meet.

About what?

He said it was something big.

I thought it was more of the same, so I put it off.

He died before I had the chance to talk with him.

I felt awful.

You've been trying to figure out what he was doing?

I should have told you guys, but you know how your mother is.

-It would have broke her heart. -This is crazy.

Scott and I have been trying to investigate the same exact thing.

Course you have. You're Scott Turner's kids.

So, what did you find?

That road where he had the heart attack…

Your father was watching something.

Do you know what?

I wanted to crack his last case.

But it's been so long since I was a cop and he was my partner.

It's okay, David.

We'll figure this out.

We'll figure this out together.

Ah, someone's been to cotillion.

Handsome looking pair out there.

So what style of waltz do you like, Scott?

Well, sir, I like my waltzes like I like my cars.

American and smooth.

Scott, come join me later.

We'll have a scotch and cigar with Buzz Aldrin.

-Okay, you two. Stop monopolizing my date. - Hmm.

All right, sweetie. Come on.

-You did good. -