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-Previously on Walker...
-What the hell is going on?

Detective Luna,
Corpus Christi PD.

-Hey.
-I'm calling with some news.

Hollis Miller just died.

You remember that case
I told you about?

-The Jackal?
-Yeah.

But that was years ago.

Not so much anymore.

What the hell, Stel?

Witt. The gas. The matches...

That's how Witt died.

Who the hell is after us?

Look at this.
It's from Detective Luna.

It says he has a crime scene
down in Hayward.

Some motel where he thinks
the Jackal

spent a few nights at.

I lost my husband
to this man once.

I am not losing him again.

Kelly, what you're asking is...

Is exactly what Larry did
when Emily passed.

He protected Cordi from himself.

Guys, why all the secrecy?

Who are we keeping in the dark?

Captain James.

Witt?

Just drive.

Hands ten and two.

Don't try anything.

Please, please don't.

You're alive.
Do you have any idea

what you put us through?

-I do.
-Just put the gun down, Witt.

Don't be an idiot.
You're not gonna shoot.

Give me your phones.

-Don't test me.
-I killed you.

-I thought that I had...
-Just listen to me.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

We're on the same side.

Oh, God.

Oh, no, no, no.

You know, I really wish
you'd led with,

"Hey, Cass, that serial killer
investigation,

we're keeping it
from Captain James."

Because had I known that,

I would have given you
a more appropriate response,

which of course would
have been, "Hell no!"

-Cassie...
-No!

And that hush-hush warrant
I said I'd pull strings

at the FBI to get,

-also a "hell no" to that.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're doing take-backsies?

-Yeah.
-We're saying

Detective Luna
got us a solid lead...

I don't care about
a "solid lead"

on some "Jackal"
from some "Detective Luna."

-What's with all the air quotes?
-I don't know.

I'm a little on edge here.

I've barely settled back
into the Ranger rhythm, and now

my first big case back,

you guys want to go
and change the song?

Wasn't the whole Grey Flag thing

like a masterclass on "why
we don't lie to Captain James"?

Okay, okay, hold on.
First off,

this isn't your first
"big case back."

And it's happening to me now...

-Oh...
-Cass, we just want to

look into a lead.

You have no idea how bad

this case screwed up James
the first time.

That's why I know
he will understand.

How can you be so sure?

Because he did
the same thing for me.

Listen, I was in a bad place
when Emily died,

and around that time,
James got a lead on a suspect

that he thought
may have murdered her.

So he and Liam went
all the way down to Mexico

to check it out,
and they kept it a secret

because they knew telling me
before confirming it

would have sent me spiraling.

And that's all we're trying
to do with Captain James

is just protect him
from needless worry.

He already knows.

No, he doesn't--
he doesn't know.

But I, but I probably
should take this.

Trey, can you fill in Cassie?

-Yeah, yeah.
-Great.

Larry, hey.
How's the conference?

This seriously doesn't
worry you?

No, it doesn't, actually.

Because there's another
reason I know

we're doing the right thing.

His wife expressly asked us

not to say anything
until we knew for sure.

Kelly said that?

Yeah.

I never wanted anyone
to get hurt.

I know it didn't
pan out that way.

Yeah, well, you kind of
forced Stella's hand.

I don't deny that.

After I was shot
and you both left,

I got myself to a van,
where a driver was waiting.

You had somebody
to help you?

Not quite.

I was begging him to
drop me off at the hospital.

I swore I'd keep
my mouth shut.

But he was dead set on getting
to the rendezvous,

to the woman who hired us.

Who hired you to rob Geri?

I have no idea.
I never met the lady.

But Jordan, the driver,
was terrified of her.

He wanted to get there
to prove that he wasn't the one

who screwed up.

I was freaking out.

Bleeding out.

We argued,
I grabbed the wheel.

It happened so fast.

I crawled from the burning van,
went back for Jordan,

but he was dead.

I hadn't meant...

You hadn't meant to kill him.

I hate myself for it.

I was in over my head.

I switched our wallets,
I took his gun.

I shot him where you shot me.

-Wh--?
-It was pure panic.

I fled. I-I knew the area.

I had a friend I could trust.
A nurse that was nearby.

Wouldn't the DNA not match?

Jordan burned
beyond recognition.

The only salvageable DNA was
my blood on the door.

That's convenient.

Why are you telling us all this?

Because Jordan was right.

She's coming after me.

And she's gonna come
after you next.

* *

Where is everyone?

Well, your dad's got
the work thing,

and I think Stella's already
back at her dorm.

No, no, no, no,
she's coming here, okay.

She owes me a bunch
of my music stuff

she sold at the fundraiser,
so...

So it does look like
it is just us tonight.

So what do you say?

A little midnight
piano session?

I was actually thinking
midnight nachos.

Gotta bulk up
for boot camp, you know?

Maybe you don't.
Maybe you don't know.

Oh, you don't think
I know about the bulk?

You don't think I know
about the bulk?

Nah.

-Oh, my God.
-What?

The leftovers from
your dad's birthday.

There's at least 200 ounces
of steak in the fridge.

200-ounce steak nachos.

Let's do it.

Ooh.

Well, two weeks ago, Luna found

one of the Jackal's
calling cards

at a motel in Hayward.

-What was the calling card?
-A jackal tooth.

-That tracks.
-Yeah.

There were no other leads,
but the motel manager

remembered seeing a car parked
in front of the room,

weird medical gear in back.

Which you think is
connected to--

What did the Jackal use?

Digoxin.
It's a pharmaceutical he uses

to paralyze his victims.

And the motel manager also saw

a parking pass on the dash
for a different motel.

Where you're supposed to
meet Luna.

As far as we know,
the Jackal plans

and stages his murders
from motels.

And this one may
still be active.

Now, that's what
we gotta find out.

The second we do, we call James,

tell him everything.

Just got off the phone with him.

He doesn't know, but he does
want to meet with me one on one.

I know, no use worrying
until we know more.

But this just became
a divide-and-conquer situation.

Trey, do you mind
sticking around HQ

since you're familiar with
all the active cases?

Yeah. And I can interface
with the crime lab

if anything pops up
at the motel.

Perfect. Uh, that just leaves...

Me? No, what, alone?

With no background
on this killer?

Jackal case files.

Background.

Luna will fill you in
on the rest.

Do you
have any reason to believe

the killer was at the address?

No. It was
a domestic disturbance call.

A neighbor heard yelling.

I just happened to be
near the location.

So, Ranger James,

you went to the address
provided,

and what'd you find?

The house was quiet
from the front.

I proceeded around back.
The gate was unlatched.

In the yard I encountered
Henry Moore.

He was, uh, he was
kneeling over something,

or someone,
he was covered in dirt.

Um, he, uh...

Sir, step back
from the vehicle.

No "sirs" or "ma'ams"
around here.

You're gonna have to
break that habit

if you want to blend in.

David Luna.

You must be Cassie Perez.

The two drunks
on the curb are lookouts.

Corpus gang sells meth
out of here.

-If they made us as cops
it could get messy.
-Mm.

Lucky for us,
in this neighborhood,

they'll just assume
I'm propositioning you

as a sex worker.

Mm, lucky for us.

The westernmost room is
where their enforcer hangs,

so we'll want to steer clear.

Kid by the vending machine,
she's, um...

Let me guess.

Runner for the gang.

She stashes the meth
in the vending machine

so it never passes through
the gang members' hands.

-Hmm?
-Geez.

No.

Look, not everybody here
is a criminal, all right?

Some are just families
fallen on hard times.

That's Amy Smith.
She lives here with her mom.

Don't act all high and mighty.
You set me up for that.

I was just gonna say
we could kick her a few bucks,

have her watch your car.

Catalytic converters have a way

of walking off around here.

How long you been
scoping this place?

You know it well.

Not long.

But I was born and raised
in Corpus,

so I spent more time than
I would have liked

in places like this growing up.

-That the surveillance gear
for the Jackal?
-Uh, yeah.

-May I?
-Mm.

Yeah.

Smart, bringing a tac case,
sans Ranger logo.

Might have to go
the extra mile, though.

You can't bring luggage
into this place.

People don't really
stay long here.

And if they do,
they don't own luggage.

So... pockets.

Nice earrings.
Classy.

-Understated.
-Okay.

Yeah, yeah, things you'd never
see around here.

Yeah. You know, I hate to say it
but your hair...

I get it.

-Better?
-Actually, yeah.

Okay. I've got half a mind

to think you just wanted
the best hair.

Might be some truth to that.

I knew it.

I was squatting at this
building outside Houston,

no issues, because everybody
thought that I was dead.

One morning,

I was showering
at this truck stop off I-10.

A note slides under my stall.

One sentence.
Made my skin crawl.

"This isn't over."

Yeah, we got one of those
creepy e-vites, too.

What'd yours say?

"Find it or else."

She's not gonna stop
coming after us.

Not till she gets the necklace.

S-Sorry, what?

Are you saying that all of this
insane BS and bloodshed

is over a frickin' necklace?

Pull over.

There's a strip mall
just ahead, I can...

Pull over right now.

* *

That's it? Wh-- I mean,

don't get me wrong,
it's-it's nice,

but it's no Hope Diamond.

Get out.

Please.

-No. No.
-Witt, you don't
have to do this.

Stop. I'm not gonna hurt you.

* *

You'll want it
if she's after you.

I'd understand if you shot me.

It's probably what I deserve.

I know I don't deserve
your help,

but that's what I'm asking.

If you know anything
about the necklace,

you'd be saving my life.

All of our lives.

There's a number
on the back of the photo

you can reach me at.

I'm sorry for what
I put you through.

* *

Stel, it's okay.

It's okay. He's gone.

It's okay.

It's okay. He's gone.

Amy, do me a favor, will you?

Knock on our door if you see
anyone go near my friend's car,

-yeah?
-Sure, no problem.

Oh, hey, here's a little extra.

-Get a treat
from the vending machine.
-Got it.

I'll handle
the surveillance equipment

since it's on informal loan
from the Bureau.

Copy. I'll handle forensics.

Oh, thanks for getting
that warrant.

Smart to keep this off
local law enforcement channels.

You do a preliminary
forensics sweep?

Yeah. No superficial fibers,
footprints, fingerprints.

Not that I was expecting any.

You know, the Jackal
doesn't make mistakes.

We get a description?
Whoever's renting this room

-must pay someone.
-Manager's new.

Turnover at a dump
like this is quick,

so he's never seen them.

Occupant leaves an envelope,
cash, in the mail slot.

Paid through the end
of the month.

Any chance he kept the envelope?

No. But he agreed to
in the future.

You know, bugs that transmit

are a bad idea.

We think the Jackal scans
for short and long-wave signals.

Well, lucky for us,

this transmits on wave bands

that only two governments
on Earth

have the capability to scan for.

So unless Vlady P visits
the Seashore Motor Inn,

that bug's not getting found.

Well, lucky for us.

Mm-hmm.

You ever work
a serial killer case?

Ten months to major
in the Troopers,

youngest Texas Ranger
in history,

awarded by the mayor for my work
in dismantling Grey Flag

and fresh off of leading
the FBI task force

in taking down the Delmonico
international fentanyl ring.

Does that pass muster?

Look, I didn't mean...

Mm-hmm.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Being back on the Jackal's trail

is-is messing with my head
a little bit.

Here. An olive branch.

Bayside Brisket & Brew.

Great for smuggling in
forensics gear,

but not nearly as good
as the corn bread.

Did Trey put you up to this?

What?

Amy.

You're a vegan. I get it.

No. Cassie Perez,
of Perez Prime Cuts.

Hey, come in.

So...

This is for you,

but take an antacid first.

This meat does not pass muster.

Okay.

-Thanks.
-Yeah.

You could've at least
kept the corn bread.

-Ugh.
-No, you got to admit,

Bayside has Perez beat.

Tell me you're joking.

- Voilà.
- Hey, hey.

All right, got the place
all to ourselves.

One of the perks of being
a co-owner.

Hey, why don't you,
uh, rack the table,

-and I will get us some tunes.
-Will do.

Larry.

Hey, you, uh...

...you gonna want
the usual today?

Just swapped out the CO2
this morning,

so, soda water should be fresh.

-Uh, sure, yeah.
-All right. All right.

And, most importantly,
you got to, uh,

fill me in
on the Captain's Conference.

Get up to any trouble in Vegas?

Did Kelly say something to you?

-Kelly?
-Kelly? My wife?

Uh, no, no, no. Uh...

No, I mean,
she-she-she mentioned,

you know, uh, me and you
and, uh, her and Geri, um,

going on another double date,
if that's what you mean.

Nah, no, she's just been
acting a little odd.

Okay, well, yeah,
s-she probably just missed you.

No, it started before
the conference, the oddness.

What kind of, uh, "oddness"?

Uh, some small stuff,
some bigger, like,

sometimes she'll just get up
in the middle of the night,

-go sleep in the guest room.
-Yeah.

That-that could, that could
be anything, you know?

Yeah.

She emptied
the liquor cabinet, too.

Now, generally speaking,
Kelly loves a nightcap.

Right? Except...

except when she was pregnant.

Then, it was like,

the thought of booze
made her sick to her stomach.

-Sure.
-You see what I'm getting at?

I think she might be
pregnant, Cordi.

I had a friend
that trained at Quantico.

Not on a task force like you,

but she taught me something
called the "Brennan Breakdown."

-The Feds still teaching that?
-First thing we learned.

Not the only thing you learned,
huh? What are you doing?

-You're powering that mic by...
-Siphoning alternating currents

from the fridge's compressor.

Oh, you're gonna have
to show me how you do that.

Oof.

Ugh.

Jackal a health nut?

Not exactly.

Postmortems on past victims

point to
a pretty unsettling M.O.

There's probably
a few disturbing details

you haven't heard
about the Jackal,

considering
Hollis Miller's murder

lacked the usual calling cards.

Rotting fruit
is the calling card?

We withheld this from the press,

but after paralyzing victims
with digoxin,

the Jackal spoon-feeds them
pureed foods.

Just enough to keep them
clinging to life before...

he buries them alive.

Oof, that doesn't sound great.

-Want to...
-Check that out?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

But not as Ranger and detective.

Uh, duh. What am I, stupid?

I'm a sex worker and you're

a walking advertisement
for hair plugs.

All right.

- What'd you say to her?
- Everybody,

-keep cool.
-Screw that.

I don't like new faces around.

Especially when they hassle
the regulars.

Are you here with these two?

Look, I paid for a room,
not a circus.

What's all this about?

Look, man, I ain't trying
to start no trouble,

but it's hard to concentrate
with all this noise

going around,
you know what I'm saying?

And I'd like to know
who's spoiling a good time

-for my lady.
-Oh, give it a rest.

It wasn't that good of a time.
Come on, let's talk money.

-Talk to the manager?
-Uh, yeah.

The lodger said that he found
a scarf outside of Amy's room,

and when he asked her about it,
she started crying.

Apparently,
it belongs to her mom.

Anybody ask her mom what's up?

Manager said
her mom's been missing.

And it's not uncommon for her
to go on one,

two-day benders,
but it's been a week.

-A week?
-What if Amy's mom is a victim?

Well, she could still be alive.

All right.

Let's figure this out.
Stick to our roles.

Mm-hmm.

Yo, man. Look, I want a refund.

I didn't pay for no group
session with homeboy here.

Ugh, will you shut it?

I ain't going nowhere

till this girl's mom gets back.

You good with that?

I ain't good with that.

Yeah, well, she didn't ask you.

Why don't you just
stay out of our business?

Come on. I'll take care of you
till your mom gets back.

* *

Mmm.

I can't eat another bite.

You?

Got to crack a window.

Oh, man.

I'm gonna puke.

I got to do so much work
before I go to bed.

Augie, this rescue is
just killing me, man.

Stella's AWOL,

and I am left picking up
the slack in this partnership.

It's not just you, man.

She still owes me
for my music stuff.

She was supposed to be here.

I-I called her and Sadie--
nothing.

Should we go check on them?

-Swing by UCAS?
-No.

Stella said loud and clear
to quit hounding her.

So if your dad's okay
with her behavior,

then so am I.

Maybe they lost connection,
got a flat?

Dude, it's late.

It's late. Their phones are
just on silent, probably.

I'm staying out of it,
man, come on.

-I got work to do.
-All right.

Hey, can you leave
the bathroom fan on?

Yeah, will do.

All right,
let's get this over with.

Wait, wait.
Hold on. Hold on.

I know I'm the one
that said to come here, but...

I feel like I just talked to the
ghost of the guy that I killed.

He let me off the hook

for all the guilt that has
paralyzed me all summer.

And he needs my help.
He needs our help.

O-Okay.

-So we just talk to your dad--
-What?

Sadie, no.

We lied to the police
about not knowing Witt.

Yeah, but he's alive.

We'll get a slap on the wrist.
Your dad, he'll understand.

Exactly.
My dad will understand.

And maybe he can keep you
and me safe,

but what about Witt?

I-I don't know.
He'll go to jail?

Did you even listen to him?

Witt made a mistake,

he's trying to get it right.

How do you not get that?

-I do, but, Stella--
-No, you don't...

understand what it feels like
to be responsible

for somebody's death, but I do.

And I don't want to feel
that way again.

Can we please

just go and talk about this
before doing anything rash?

Okay. Okay.

All right. Let's go.

* *

So, did your mom say
anything when she left?

-No.
-Did she leave with somebody?

Come on.

And don't come out
until I tell you it's safe.

So, y'all think
you own this place, huh?

I don't know what
your boy told you, but...

I ain't got no issues
with you, man.

Why do I get the feeling
that you're interfering

with my business?

Whoa, whoa!

What'd I miss?

Y'all aren't
who you say you are.

Which worries me.

And when I get worried,

I'm not a "decent guy."

-Oh.
-Don't!

* *

We have zero interest
in whatever business

-you're running.
-Drop your guns!

Let's all drop them.
Count of three.

- No, hell with that.
- Listen.

-We got no issue with you--
-Will you just shut up?

I've had about enough of you.

If Brennan was here,
I wouldn't even be in this mess.

-Brennan?
-Oh, if I never hear
that name again,

it won't be soon enough.

I'm so sick of your BS.

I should just end this
right now.

Oh, you want to talk
about Brennan?

- Yeah.
- Don't think I won't.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Task force taught it
a bit different, but...

I like the way you do it, too.

Not bad, huh?

And like my friend was saying,

we have no interest
in your business.

-Y'all are psychos.
-Shut up.

Can I come out?

Not yet, sweetie.
It's gonna be okay.

Do you understand?

We just want to help the girl.

Now if we could just be cool,

we could have
a conversation, yeah?

This is our chance

to free ourselves
of what happened this summer.

I mean, if we just
tell your dad--

I'm not saying I don't want
to tell him ever.

I'm just saying let's see
if there's anything

we can find out
about this necklace

because it could save
Witt's life.

You're free to do
whatever you'd like,

but I'm not gonna stay
by your side

if you insist on running back
to the guy who almost killed us.

He was never gonna kill us.
It was all a mistake.

Well, great.
Then let's just tell your dad.

Witt is dead
if my dad finds out.

The lady that hired him--

Is scary? Yeah, I heard.

Look, I don't pretend to know

what it is you're going through,

but it's over.

Witt's blood isn't
on your hands.

Anymore.

His blood isn't on my
hands anymore.

You don't know
what that felt like.

But Witt does.

What?
What? This Jordan guy?

Whatever Witt did,
it isn't on you.

Okay? But you insist

on carrying around this-this,

this misguided guilt.

And I won't carry it, too.

Okay.

So, what?
You're gonna skip town again?

Leave me to clean it up?

We can end this.

Right now.

And I ju--
I-I wish you'd see that.

* *

Hey! You're, uh...

Leaving.
I hope to see you around.

What was that about?

So...

pregnant?

-Pregnant.
-Wow. Wow.

I mean, are you all...

Can't you just ask her?

Or, you know,

maybe it's actually better
living in the, uh,

"the not knowing," you know?

No. What? No.

You know, we actually...

we tried having
another one, years ago.

Had trouble conceiving.

I mean, not that we pursued it
very far, but...

this is right around
the same time

you and I were working
the Jackal case,

so there was a lot of...

Yep.

...misdirected stress
and resentment.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

-I-I didn't know
y'all had tried again.
-Well.

Come on, I wasn't exactly
chatty during that time.

Probably why I haven't
asked Kelly. I mean,

I don't want to poke that bruise
on a mere hunch, you know?

But if I'm right...

I'm just, I'm surprised

that she would, like,

go down this road
without even mentioning it.

Is it possible that maybe she
sees it as a way to...

I don't know, to-to reconnect?

I mean, I've seen firsthand

how much you two are
enjoying this, uh,

second go at marriage.

And maybe

she sees having another child
as a logical

and natural extension of that.

-You know, of reconnecting.
-Yeah, maybe.

-Maybe.
-It has been nice, man.

It's almost
like a second honeymoon.

"Almost like"?

'Cause it's
kind of "exactly like"

'cause the definition of--

You're the biggest dork
in the world.

You know what I mean, man.

-I know what you mean.
-I'm saying,

I've enjoyed it, I've enjoyed...

-Ah, good.
-...the reconnecting.

Not just at home,
but also with my...

dork of an old partner.

Yeah, me, too.

-All right, your shot.
-All right.

What'd you--
What'd you say to Sadie?

None of your business.

Now leave.

Um, okay,
it is my business, actually.

Okay? She's my friend, too.

And why'd you ghost me
earlier, Stel?

You're not getting out
of paying me

for my music stuff,
if that's what you think.

Now will you please just leave?

Okay, well, I was about to

until you just did that.

Now I'm, like...
like, actually worried.

I'm meeting a friend, okay?
So you can't be here.

Okay, Stella,
I-I didn't come for the money.

Okay, I came 'cause
I was actually worried.

I've got it under control.

I hope you know you can always
ask for my help.

Considering everything
we've been through.

You know, stealing the Mustang
back from those old car thieves,

doing surgery on Uncle Liam
to save his life

while being held hostage.

Making it through Mom's death.

I honestly feel
like I only survived

those things, Stella, because...

because we had
each other's backs.

* *

Promise me you won't say a word
of what I'm about to tell you.

That's the grove up there
where the gang enforcer said

Amy's mom shoots up.

God, I hope Tara's
off on a bender somewhere.

Is this what it felt like
when you found the last victims?

Yes and no.

Honestly, it's what the Jackal
leaves behind--

survivors more
than any calling cards-

that's truly disturbing.

I think that's what messed up
Captain James so badly.

Oh, I heard something
about that.

-About a boy named...
-Henry.

Same age as James's son.

Kid was pretty messed up after
finding his dad buried alive

in his own backyard.

The dad hadn't flatlined yet,
but he was brain-dead.

And the brain stem still tells
the lungs to cough, so,

well, when James was
the first to arrive,

he found Henry still trying
to resuscitate his father.

James seemed to need
to fix things

so badly for Henry after that.

Luna! Over here.

What do you got?

* *

So, how's it going with Geri?

Good.

Uh, great, great.

I mean, it's kind of like, uh...

Geri and I, we're-we're...

seeing each other
through a new light, you know?

Oh, wait a minute.
I know that smile. What's up?

-Nothing.
-Come on. "Nothing."
Come on, man.

Spill it. What's up?

Okay, okay, okay.

We said "I love you"
for the first time,

just yesterday.

-Damn it.
-What?

I owe Kelly 20 bucks.
We had a bet.

You...?

I thought y'all weren't
saying it publicly,

like for the benefit
of the kids.

She thought y'all
were just prudes.

Okay, well, come on now.
Give me a break here.

-Cut me some slack.
-No, hey.

-I've barely dated as an adult.
-I know,

I know, I'm sorry.
Look, sincerely, I am...

I'm just glad to see how far
you've come.

Since, uh...

Yeah, since Emily.

Yeah, uh,

after she passed,
I was in a dark hole.

Took me a long time
to crawl out.

And I'm not even sure
I crawled out

as much as you pulled me out.

Yeah, well...

Yeah, well, look at us now.

All of us.

You know, me, Geri, my kids,

you, Kelly, DJ.

I can't believe I'm saying this,
but maybe one more.

And maybe one more.

Maybe one more, bro!

And this calls
for a celebration.

I'm gonna get the good stuff
as soon as I hit the head.

Yeah, please do that here,
don't take it home with you.

Can't put Geri through that.

Oh, come on now!

Hey. I've known you
a long time, man.

You're a hard act to follow.

Come on.

There's no pulse,

but she's still warm.

Come on.

There's dirt...
dirt in her lungs.

She was buried alive.

A jackal's tooth.

We're too late.

There's a scar on her chin.

The gang enforcer said

that Amy's mom has a scar
on her chin.

We need to tell Amy.

Hey...

Look, it's okay,
I'm gonna talk to Amy.

You don't have to do that, okay?

But I need you to call
the Austin Rangers.

-Can you do that?
-Mm-hmm.

Have them send forensics, okay?

* *

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

* *

You've reached...

Cassie, what's up?

Cap, I tried
to reach Walker, but...

Um, we-we needed to reach you

and tell you immediately

and he said we would tell you

as soon as we had to, that...

This is real now.

Okay, Cass, breathe, breathe.

What's going on?

We found another victim.

Buried alive.

Cap?

Uh...

Send me the address. Wait there.

How'd he take it?

I... don't know.

Look, Perez...

I know it's cold comfort,

but this happens to everybody
who works this case.

Even me.

All right, only top shelf
for this occasion.

Got a, uh, single malt
I squirreled away, for me,

and how's about an artisanal
organic ginger beer for you?

-Cool, cool?
-Yeah.

By the way, serious question:

What has two thumbs and would be
the best godfather

to your and Kelly's new kid?

This guy.

-I'll remember that.
-All right.

All right.

You know, this, uh, tonight...

it was really special, man.

Yeah, yeah,
I-I'll cheers to that.

Right up until I learned
you were lying to my face.

So, what?

You're, like, babysitting me

while everybody else is out
looking into the Jackal?

* *

How long?

How long have you
been investigating

the Jackal behind my back?

Okay, you got to understand, uh,

it was just a hunch
at first, okay?

I-I was doing this for you.

You remember Carlos Mendoza
when you--

I have very little interest
in how

you rationalized
this betrayal, Cordell.

I asked you how long.

So, my wedding night,
Detective Luna called you.

Is that how far this goes back?

You were about to go
on your honeymoon,

-I didn't want to worry--
-Oh, please.

Please. I would've survived.

What, you think
I would've left Kelly

and flown back to Austin?

Wow.

Kelly's not pregnant.

I-I don't know.

I mean, both things
could be true, I don't know.

She knows too, doesn't she?

Look, I got a-a crime scene
to get to, so...

You can call Cassie,
maybe she'll catch you up.

Even if you did
trust this guy...

That's not what I'm saying.

I know, I know,
you just want to help him.

It's not the same
as trusting him, I get it.

All I'm saying is...

must've been really awful

thinking you
might've killed him.

Yeah.

Which is why this time
needs to be different.

Right.

That's why we
got to stay together.

I mean, you probably
don't realize it

being away at college and all,

but I'm doing this, like,
boot camp readiness thing,

so I'm-I'm basically
a Navy SEAL, you know?

I got your text.

I can't tell you how much
I appreciate your help.

It's not just me.

Sadie?

August Walker.

Witt McCarthy.

So, where do we start?

* When I walk into a room *

* And everybody laughs at me *

* I'll be satisfied to know you
knew the better half of me *

* And when I have
to play the fool *

* And no one even knows
my name *

* And when the clock of life
has ticked away *

* I'll have said the things
that I came to say *

* And when the world has groaned
its final groan *

* Will you be satisfied
to find me waiting *

* In heaven all alone *

* *

* And when the light
in my eyes fades away *

* And there's nothing
left to save... *

Guess it's time to fill me in
on a few things.

* When the clock of life
has ticked away *

* You will be my wife
10,000 days... *

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