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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?

Guess it's time to

fill me in on a few things.