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Previously on Wild Cards.

You lied to me, Max.

I could be on the other side

of the world right now.

I'll give you the egg.
You keep your badge.

I stay out of jail and you can
catch your brother's killer.

That's why I need my best
people on this.

That means you.

Thank you.

Her too.

What do you want?

Six more months off
my dad's sentence.

Two weeks?

Deal.

He's dead.

The 33 million is nothing

compared to what this
can get us.

What is this?

What's this?
This is the con man's Bible.

The handbook of Hornswoggle.

The fundamentals of the fleet.

Yeah, I know what it is.
I've already read it.

You gave it to me
for my 16th birthday.

Well, read it again.

You need to be focused
on the long game.

I am focused.

You've gone soft, honey.

Et tu Bruté?

You did give back
our $33 million egg.

Okay, we need to give it
a rest, fellas,

and rise up.

How can we move forward if
we keep living in the past,

All right?

Thanks for the insight,
Dr. Phil

but are you planning
on handing anything else

over to the cops?

Yeah, that shirt
because that's a crime.

That was uncalled for.

You're right. I was feeling
attacked, I apologize.

Darling, what we wanted
to say is... we forgive you.

Well, it sure doesn't seem
like it.

But don't do it again.

Which brings
us back to the book.

Remember who you are, kiddo.

I hear you, pops.

So we all agree to leave
the past behind

and look forward
to our very bright future.

If this keeps up,

I'm going to need
a shot of insulin.

Next on the docket.
Where are you two living?

Ricky's gonna find us
a place.

Which would have been
far easier

on a budget of 33 million.

Sorry, I am-- I'll find us
something acceptable.

[notification alert]

Oh, speaking of self-sacrifices.

Hello, Chief Li.
How can I be of service today?

Of course.

I would love to do
another assignment.

But for two weeks off my dad's
sentence, as we discussed.

Oh, and I want
a mini basketball hoop.

And a mini basketball hoop.

And a ThighMaster.

And a ThighMaster.

Face cream.

And face cream.

Chief Li...

-Hello.
-[call ends]

He must have cut off

or he was going through
a tunnel or something.

How's your breakfast?

Hi, there.

You need to clean out
your scuppers.

Are you talking to me?

Yeah. Scuppers are clogged up.

My what?

The gutters that drain
the excess water.

They need to be cleaned out.

Oh. I mean, it's fine.

The boat never leaves
the marina, so I'm good.

I used to do it for
your brother, Daniel.

Now it's your home.
Need to take care of it.

Show it some love or
it'll rot from the inside.

I'll be by this weekend.

I'm fine, really. It's--

[phone rings]

Morning, Chief.

Are you gonna tell me
what the case is?

Li didn't tell me much
about it.

Well, is there a file?

Really?

Okay, can we just
lay all our cards out

on the table
and hash this out?

There's nothing
to hash out.

Oh, there's a bunch
of hashing to be done.

What do you want me
to say, Max?

I don't know,
say anything.

Say that you hate me.
Say that I'm a liar.

Say that you think my
new shoes are super cute?

Thanks. I got them on sale.

But can we move past this
and back to the way we were?

We'll never go back to
the way things were, Max.

You still don't trust me,
do you?

Why should I?

Oh, I don't know.
Let me count the ways.

Did I steal the egg? Yes.

But did I return it?
Of course I did.

But I also helped you get
your desk back,

handed you your brother's killer

and took the blame when
you disobeyed these orders.

But sure, feel free
to hold a grudge.

All right. Fine.

Look, there's been
an attempted murder

at the Pruett Ranch.

On who?

Target's name is Paul.
That's all I know.

Why all the secrecy?

Pruetts are a really
private family.

They've been on their land
for a hundred years or so now,

and they carry a lot of
influence in the area.

Russo wants their endorsement
for mayor.

Yeah, exactly.

Saddle up, partner.

This little bit of country

is about to get
a lot more rock 'n roll.

♪

[cow mooing]

Hi. Detective Ellis
to see the Pruetts.

We didn't send for any police.

These aren't the droids
you're looking for.

Max.

Wait here.

Thank you.

Well, they don't seem
very neighbourly.

No.

[buzzer]

You must be Russo's detectives.

That's us.

I'm Rose Pruett.

Follow me.

♪

Russo didn't give us much
information about the victim.

I didn't give any.

Why not?

Our business is our business.

A woman with few words
and great jeans, I like that.

Okay, well, is there anything
you can give us?

Someone tried to kill Paul.

Who's Paul?

[horse whinnies]

This is Paul.

♪

Someone tried to kill
your horse?

He has a name,
don't you, Paul?

Someone knocked out
the ranch hand

I had posted here
to get to him.

Is it normal for you to post
guards in front of your stables?

No, but he's a $10 million stud.

Whoa, Nelly!

Ten million buckaroos
just for being suave.

He's a champion-breed horse.

Horses have good intuition
about people.

Look, he trusts you.

You hear that?
The horse trusts me.

Look, ma'am, no offense,

but isn't there some kind of
a livestock commission

that handles these cases?

That's like sending a locksmith
to deal with a bank robbery.

Okay. Fair enough.

Walk me through
what happened.

My men saw the flames
from the bunkhouse,

and then a figure
running off in the dark.

Did your men chase
after this figure?

Yeah, but they lost him.

They had to put out
the fire to save my horse.

Well, look, I've been
to my fair share of arson sites,

and, uh, this is not it.

How so?

There's no sign
of an accelerant.

It's a wood barn
full of hay, right?

I mean, if the point was
to burn it down,

they would have used gasoline.

The whole thing would have
been up in flames in minutes.

What, you don't agree?

I absolutely agree, but I just
stepped in something,

and I'm pretty sure
it's not oatmeal.

I hope you kept the receipt.

Hey.

Oh, this is Lana, our vet.
I called her right away.

Detective Ellis, this is Max.
Did Paul sustain any injuries?

My examination isn't finished,

but aside from some mild
smoke inhalation, he's okay.

Rose, you got trouble
in pasture nine.

Shane's getting into it with
Mike Wyatt, and he took his gun.

Who's Shane?

My son.

Cattle didn't knock
over your fence, Mike.

You're telling me that's not
the Pruett brand

on those cattle?

You calling me a liar?

Where I'm standing,

it's the only explanation
that makes sense.

You take one more step,
Shane,

you'll meet the business end
of a shotgun.

[gun shot]

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

[horses whinny]

Forget the boots.
I'm going to need a rifle.

What the hell is going on?

Y'all broke down my fence

so your cattle can graze
on my land.

Mike, you know better.

He's a liar.

He's the one who can't build
a proper fence.

And you can?

You know,
calling you a cowboy

is like putting socks
on a rooster.

It don't fit.

Oh, burn.

Okay. That's it.
Shane, get back in the car.

I bet he's the one who tried
to kill our horse.

That's a damn lie!

[whistle]

My apologies.
I don't have a gun yet.

I'm working on it.

All right, that's enough.
Metro PD.

Everybody put their guns away
and go home... now.

All right.
I'll talk to Mike Wyatt.

You talk to Rose.

See if our suspect left behind
any clues, all right?

Got it.

Partner.

Doesn't seem like there's
any love lost

between you and the Pruetts.

Ah.

Everyone's out for
themselves nowadays.

So it wasn't always like this.

This used to be a community
that looked out for each other.

Rose and I played together
as kids.

My family would go to her house
for barbecues all the time.

So what changed?

Guess the Pruetts decided
to shut everybody out

and keep what they had
for themselves.

Where were you last night,
Mr. Wyatt?

Me and my men were on the road
coming back from cattle auction.

Got home this morning.
Got lots to verify that.

Send me what you have.
I'll be following up.

You know, I've been around
horse breeding my whole life.

Stud horse like that is worth
$250,000 a pop.

But if he start
shooting blanks,

he's more valuable dead
than alive.

What are you suggesting?

Horses like that are insured
up the wazoo.

My ranch hands chased
him this way,

but lost them in the dark.

Well, can't hurt to check again.

You never know what you'll
find in the light of day.

So it's just you and your son.

My daughter Callie
works the ranch, too.

My husband died
almost 20 years ago.

And since then, it's just
been the three of us.

Stop!

Wait. What is that?

It's a boot print with a
scorpion carved into the heel.

Do you recognize it?

No. Everyone who works at Pruett
Ranch has a P like this.

It's an old tradition.

That way, if you die
off site,

they know which ranch
to send your body back to.

Gruesome... but practical.

Okay.

I know one man's trash
is another man's treasure,

but what is this?

Well, this could be
a horse killer.

These two found this
by the fence line.

I know sometimes ranchers
use electrocution

as a way to put down animals.

We don't do that here.

It's horrible, and
I don't agree with it,

but it's the most humane
method if they're suffering.

What's he looking for?

Sh.
He's horse whispering.

Let me ask you something,

is Paul still an active
stud horse?

Yes.

So he's still able
to breed.

Sperm's perfectly healthy.

He's booked out
for the next year.

Wow.

Take a look at you, buddy.

Huh?

You see that?

The burn mark is about
the same size as the clamp.

What do you think, Lana?

It could be,

but he's also got a few minor
burns from stray embers.

Someone was trying to
electrocute the horse.

The fire could have started
from a spark on the ground.

[car honking]
-[Shane] Mom, you here?

Excuse me.

Well, that could explain
why there was no accelerant.

Yeah, but why go
through all the trouble?

Why not just shoot
the horse?

What did Mike Wyatt say?
Where was he last night?

He was out of town
with his men.

But I have to ask,
is Paul insured?

For 20 million
he's the prime producer.

Twenty mil for getting
jiggy with it?

I'm gonna need to take a look
at that insurance policy,

as well as any financial
records you have.

Why is that?

They think we tried to
electrocute our own horse

for the insurance money.

Get the hell out of here.

Look, I can come back
with a warrant,

but it's going
to slow things down.

Paul has a pre-existing
condition.

It's a heart murmur.

It's nothing serious
for a stud horse,

but you have to put
it on record for the policy.

Okay. And?

Have you ever seen
an autopsy report

for a horse that dies
by electrocution.

It would come back listed
as a heart attack.

Which would make
your policy void.

And your family
wouldn't get a dime.

So unless you think we're dumb
enough to spit in the wind,

you have to get to work
and find the real killer.

I've heard enough.

Where are you going?

The office.

Vendors got to be paid.
Payroll needs to ready.

This place doesn't
run itself.

You know, if you want to waste
your time with them, go ahead.

Who put a snake in his boot?

Shane's just protective.

Growing up without
a father,

he took it on himself to
be the man of the family.

Look, ma'am we're just trying
to do our jobs here, okay?

We have to explore every option.

It ain't my first rodeo.
I can take it.

Just find out who's behind this.

What about one of
your ranch hands?

Do any of them have a scorpion
on the bottom of their boot?

I don't know, but I trust them.
Same as family.

Sometimes it's the people
closest to you

that take advantage
of that trust.

We do have day workers
coming through.

Callie is the ranch manager,

so if one of them
where's that mark,

she'd know about it.

Where is she?

This time of day,

she's probably out
at pasture five.

But you can't get there
on foot or by car.

So how?

Time to saddle up, partner.

Nope. No way.

I don't ride anything
that makes its own decisions.

That makes so much sense,
you know that.

Show off.

Come on.

Grab on.

Come on.

Come on.

There you go.

Okay. Hold on tight,
all right?

Okay.

Just take it slow.

[scream]

[horse whinnies]

♪

♪

Callie Pruett?

Yeah, I heard you'd be coming.

Max, you can let go now.

I will when we stop moving.

Oh, we have?

Yeah.

I'm afraid you guys

came all the way out here
for nothing.

Been sleeping with the herd
for the last month.

You don't sleep
in the main house?

No. Uh, Mom and Shane and me
get along a whole lot better

with a couple hundred acres
between us.

Do you recognize this boot print
from any of your day workers?

Nope. But I don't check
every one of their boots.

We're gonna need a list of
names and addresses

for all the ranch hands
you currently employ.

Yeah, a lot of these guys
don't have proper addresses.

But it is Thursday night.

So?

It's time to brush up on your
apple jacks and corkscrews.

These ranch hands
won't talk to a cop.

They'll scatter faster than a
sneeze through a screen door.

What do you got in mind?

I'll be a filthy rich Texas
heiress with a PhD in sass.

Call me... Darlene.

Why not Jolene?

Because everybody knows Jolene
is a man-stealing home-wrecker.

But only Darlene has a
bow-legged husband named Earl.

You're my tall drink of
bitterness and seething rage.

Max, we're doing this
by the book, okay?

Now, Callie said that
the day workers

are going to be
at the bar tonight.

So all we got to do is go there

and match the boot heel
to the one in the photo

and just keep a low profile.

Clear?

Clear as creek water in July.

Pull over at that Tack shop.

Why?

Yee-haw.

Finding that boot is about

as hard as putting
a saddle on a rattlesnake.

Right, Earl?

♪ Pony up. ♪

♪ If there's trouble. ♪

♪ We gon find it. ♪

♪ Pony up. ♪

Be right back, hon.

What?

♪ Pony up ♪

♪ Make it rain. ♪

♪ Till that sun rises. ♪

♪ We're riding high tonight. ♪

♪ Oh, we're riding
high tonight. ♪

♪ Pony up. ♪

♪

Okay.

♪

Honey, do you have a map?

A map? No. Why?

Because I just got lost
in your eyes.

Oh boy.

Shoo, ladies.

You're about
as welcome here

as a porcupine
at a nudist colony.

♪ Pony up ♪

Don't be shy now.

♪ Pony up ♪

What did you do?

[applause]

I found a way to look at
some boots.

All right, all right.
Listen up, folks.

An anonymous patron has just
ponied up 500 buckaroos

to see who is the best
line dancer

in this honky tonk.

Who's up for the challenge?

[cheers]

You better know how to
heel-toe hustle.

By the way, can I borrow
500 buckaroos?

♪

♪ Any man of mine ♪

♪ better be proud of me. ♪

♪ Even when I'm ugly, ♪

♪ he still better
love me. ♪

♪ I can't be late for a date ♪

♪ that's fine. ♪

♪ But it better be on time. ♪

♪ Any man of mine ♪

♪ I say it fits just right. ♪

♪ When last year ♪

♪ just a little too tight. ♪

♪ Anything I do or say
better be okay ♪

♪ when I have a bad hair day. ♪

♪

♪ And if I change my mind ♪

♪ a million times, ♪

♪ I want to hear
him say, ♪

♪ yeah, yeah, yeah, ♪

♪ I like it that way. ♪

♪ Any man of mine ♪

♪ better walk the line. ♪

♪ Better show me teasin
squeezin pleasing ♪

♪ kind of good time. ♪

♪ I need a man who knows ♪

♪ how the story goes. ♪

♪ He's gotta be a ... ♪

♪ ... breathtaking
earthquaking kind. ♪

♪ Any man of mine. ♪

♪

[applause]

It's time to slow things down
now, folks.

So grab that special someone.

[slow tempo]
♪

♪ Who's gonna tell you when ♪

♪ it's too late? ♪

♪

♪ Who's gonna tell you things? ♪

I didn't see any boot heels
with a scorpion on it.

Did you?

Nope.

♪ can't go on... thinkin' ♪

You were right.

♪ ...nothing's wrong ♪

I was right?

About what?

We'll never go back
to the way things were.

It's okay, 'cause.
It'll just be something new.

♪ Who's gonna pick you up ♪

♪ when you fall ♪

There he is.

Let's go take him down
and hogtie him

like the no-good varmint he is.

No, not based off
one boot print.

Certainly not in a crowd
like this.

Okay, we need to isolate him.
Get him alone.

Question him.

Oh, okay.
I got a better idea.

How about you go over there and
stand next to him at the bar?

And do what?

Just look pretty, okay?
Trust me.

Go.

Go.

[applause]

I'll take a whiskey.

Damn, partner.
That looks painful.

How'd you get that?

You've never seen
a rope burn before.

It comes from being
a real cowboy.

Oh!

I've given you everything, Earl.
Best months of my life.

And all you've ever given
me is disappointment.

You're all hat and no cattle.

Yeah, well, maybe
if you weren't

such a lying, cheating,
no good wife,

I'd trust you more often.

You've never trusted me,
and you never will.

Oh, trusting you was the biggest
mistake I ever made.

Oh, really?

Well, how about I trust you
with one thing... to get lost!

Uh... with pleasure.

Anything's better than sitting
here and listening to your lies.

Good for nothing, jackass.

[laughter]

♪ Tonight, it just
feels so... ♪

Ooh.

Ooh!

Oh.

I am tighter than bark
on a log.

But you... you're straight
as an arrow.

You can sure hold
your liquor, Darlene.

Oh, thank you kindly, Sam.

You know, Earl never says
sweet things like that to me,

but as I was saying,
Earl bought me a stud horse.

I think he's firing blanks
just like him.

You know what I mean?

[laughing]

Oh, I wish there was a way
I could put him down.

And the horse, too.

Can you believe anyone would
spend $1 million on a horse?

He could have just bought
me diamonds.

Is that... is that
horse insured?

For more than the house.

Are you serious about this?

Dead serious.

But I'd want to do it
in a humane way.

You know, I wouldn't want him
to suffer,

the horse, not the husband.

[laughs]

You could talk the legs
off a chair, Darlene.

You know, I do get that a lot.

I bet you do.

You know what?

I can't help you
with your husband.

Oh, my achy-breaky heart.

But I could help you
with your horse problem.

Let's say $5,000.

2,500 now, the rest
when it's all done.

Really?

Well, you got yourself a deal.

Oh.

Not here.

Let's uh, meet out back
in 20 minutes.

Red pickup truck.

Okay.

[chuckles]

Oh, hello.

♪

Okay, he said he's in
a red pickup.

There it is.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on a sec.

Stay back.
He could have a gun.

Looks like somebody had
a gun, but it wasn't Sam.

Yates, what do you got?

Killer didn't leave anything
but a bullet.

But forensics found
electrical clamps

and car batteries in
the back of his truck.

Yeah. Just did a quick
background check.

No fixed address.

No next of kin.

What about his financials?

He made a cash deposit
of $2,500

just before the fire
at Pruett Ranch.

That's the same amount
he asked for at the bar.

Which confirms that Sam was
the one hired to kill the horse.

We find out who killed Sam.
We find out who hired him.

Anyone around town know him?

Nope. He was a ghost even before
he was dragged up by the spurs

up to cowboy heaven.

Wait. Hang on.
He never worked on the ranch.

Don't know him.

Well, he's the one who tried
to kill your horse,

which for most would be
an expensive loss,

but a drop in the bucket
for you folks, I'm sure.

What's your point?

His point is, killing Paul
only makes sense

if someone were trying to
hit you in the pocketbook.

But judging by the size of
this ranch,

you guys certainly
aren't hurting.

How does any of that matter?

You were brought here to find
who tried to kill our horse.

Send them home.
Our business is our business.

[laughs] What?

What's so funny?

Our business is our business.

You hate it here, Shane.

You'd be way happier in some
corner office far from here.

Oh, says my sister, who lives
in a tent and plays cowgirl.

You think that keeps
this place running?

I'm the one trying
to save this ranch.

Save the ranch from what?

We gotta to tell him
the truth, Mom.

Callie, shut your mouth.

Enough!

The truth is, we're broke.

If the horse dies,
we lose everything.

Unless we sell the ranch.

Over my dead body.

Fine.

I'm gonna go try and find
a way to make payroll this week.

Shane...

And you wonder why
I never come home.

We used to be so close...
like a real family.

Show yourselves out.

Boy, and I thought
we had issues.

Yeah. Yikes.

Well, he's not a happy camper.

I think he's hiding something.

I agree.

Let's find out what it is.

The building you followed
Shane to

doesn't belong to
the Pruetts.

It's owned by Kildare Builders.

They're like the Christie's of
country Western real estate.

They don't touch anything
for less than eight figures.

And get this, I did
some digging.

They made several offers
to Rose Pruett

over the past few years,

and she turned them down
every single time.

Mm.

Shane Pruett took two
round trip flights to Dallas

in the past month.

Guess whose head office
is in the Lone Star state?

Kildare Builders.

Well, we know Rose
won't sell,

so why is he meeting
with buyers?

Because her last offer
was upwards of $200 million.

Well, I imagine
for that kind of money,

you'd do anything to sell
a ranch, including murder.

And why would you want
to kill the stud horse?

Because it would have forced
Rose's hand to sell the ranch.

She would have had no choice.

You think I killed someone?

The money from
the ranch sale

could add up to be
a lot of motive.

Where were you when
Sam was killed?

I was with the Kildare CEO,

drinking scotch and eating
steaks all last night.

Why are you doing all this
behind your mom's back?

Every generation of Pruett
has taught us

their responsibility
to keep the land in the family.

No matter what.

In mom's mind, selling
the ranch would mean

her life has been
a total failure.

So she'd rather go down
fighting than give it up.

You ever had someone
who you loved so much,

who was so infuriating,
made your blood boil?

-Yeah.
-Oh, yeah.

-[gun shot]
-[horse whinnies]

Mom!

Hey.

Are you okay?

Hey! Hey!

How's our patient?

She refuses to go
to the hospital.

But why would she?
She only got shot once.

I'm fine.

She's lucky the bullet
just grazed her shoulder.

What are you doing?

Whoever tried to kill Paul
is out there.

Not in here.

Look, my partner's
calling for backup, okay?

We're gonna post two
uniforms at your front door.

You'll do no such thing.

I have 12 ranch hands
with rifles.

We haven't found him.

Ranch hands are still
scouring the perimeter.

Mom...
this isn't worth it.

Just sell this place
before it kills you.

Oh, yeah.
You'd love that, wouldn't you?

I've been talking to Kildare.

They upped their offer.

You did what?

You're trying to save
our legacy,

but you're going to leave us
with nothing.

Get the hell out of here!

Mom just...

Get out! Go on!

What? You have something to say?

Yeah, I do.

But you're too stubborn
to listen.

I'm gonna go check on the boys.

You can't keep running
out to that pasture

when things get tough.

Someone's trying to take
our family down.

I don't see much family left,
Mom.

Sorry you had to hear all that.

Forget it.

Check in on you later.

Can I get you anything?

I need a drink.

Have you ever thought about

selling just a piece
of your land.

People have been trying
to get their hands

on this land for over
100 years.

I'm not going to be the first
Pruett to sell out.

We're on duty.
Thanks.

Speak for yourself.

Why not lease off a few
hundred acres of land

to a neighbor,
like Mike Wyatt?

He doesn't even
speak to us anymore.

Wyatt says you guys used
to be a community

that looked out
for each other.

We used to be.

The Wyatts were on one side,
the O'Neill family on the other.

It didn't even seem
like there were fences.

So what changed?

My husband discovered

the O'Neills were
poisoning our cattle.

Damn.

Yeah, it was devastating.
They were our best friends.

So why would they do that?

Our cattle went to market
at the same time as theirs.

And with us out, they just
sell their whole lot

without any competition.

Mm.

My husband told me
they were struggling.

I just couldn't believe
they would do that.

What happened after that?

The main water source for the
whole valley is on our property

and we would always share
with the neighbors,

but after that my husband
dammed it up.

No water for their livestock
or their crops.

They were gone in three months.

Good old country justice.

We've done so many things
to hang on to this ranch,

but if you're alone at
the dinner table every night,

what's the point?

I think I am going to go
lie down for a while.

Excuse me.

Of course.

[door slams shut]

I can hear the grinding
of gears.

Whatcha thinking?

I think we may be looking
at this case all wrong.

What if it's not about the
future of the Pruett Ranch?

What if the motive is buried
in the past?

I got a copy of the land records
for the Pruett Ranch.

Okay. What are you
hoping to find?

A reason for murder.

Now, this is all
the Pruett land.

Up here is the Wyatts.

Okay. And over here,
the O'Neills had 5,000 acres.

That is, until Rose's husband

dammed up the water supply

and they sold their entire
property to Rose Pruett.

The Pruetts took
the O'Neills' land.

They bought it technically,
but for pennies on the dollar.

Well, if I was the O'Neills,
I'd have a hard time

burying my past with
the Pruetts after that.

If there's any O'Neills left.

I got Yates looking into that,
by the way.

[notification alert]

There she is now.

It turns out there
is one O'Neill left.

Look who it is.

I need to talk
to Rose right now.

Let's go.

Come on, Rose, pick up.

[gun cocks]

Damn it!

Callie's not picking up either.

[notification alert]

Listen to this.

Lana's mother died
six months ago.

Lana started working for
the Pruetts right after that.

That timing can't be
a coincidence.

Why wouldn't Lana tell
them that she's an O'Neill?

To get close to the family
and hurt them from the inside.

We need to find Rose.

Hello?

Rose isn't here.

Yeah. One of
the ranch hands said

he saw Lana with Rose earlier,

but he doesn't know
where they went.

Me and the guys are getting
a ride out, search the pastures.

Oh, and Mike Wyatt offered
to watch the house.

He should be there.

He just got here.

Okay, look, stay where you are,
all right?

I'll call you if we find Rose.

Did you know Lana,
the vet, is an O'Neill?

Let's go.

[horses whinny]

Lana, where are we going?

We're gonna put
the past right.

Over here.

You think that this is
all because the Pruetts--

Let's check here.

--took the O'Neill land?

Maybe. But that was
over 20 years ago.

If Lana wanted revenge,
why would she wait until now?

You said her mom died
six months ago.

And Lana came right after that.

Well, maybe her mom finally
told her the truth.

There were rumors
back in the day.

What rumors?

Come on, Ellis, pick up.

[voicemail] This is Detective
Ellis. Please leave a message.

Ellis.
I know where they are.

I'm headed to
the O'Neill homestead.

Get in.

Why?
I don't understand.

Come on, Ellis.

This is why I need a badge
and a gun.

Lana, what are we doing here?

We're here because
of what you did.

What did I do to you?

You destroyed my family.

I don't know your family.

And now I'm gonna bury
you on the land

that was rightfully ours.

Your land?

Who are you?

Maybe I can help.

What the hell are
you doing here?

Don't suppose you'd believe
I was looking for

the little cowgirl's room.

Where's your partner?

Rustling up some backup.

It doesn't matter.

There's enough room
in that grave for two.

I can tell you've gone
through a lot of trouble here.

Digging up a grave
is a lot of work.

But this could
kind of be like

A Sisterhood of the
Traveling Pants kind of moment.

Not that we're gonna try on
each other's secondhand jeans

to see if one pair fits us all.

There's so much more to that
movie, but, like, family--

[gun cocks]

Enough!!!

Okay, I can see family is
a touchy subject for you,

but I think you need to know
the truth before you do this.

So do I.
What the hell is going on?

Rose, your husband was having
an affair with Lana's mother.

How do you--

Because of the affair,
they had a baby girl.

You?

It's true.

He knew what you would do
if you found out.

I would kick him
to the curb

with only the clothes
on his back.

And that's why
he lied to you

and tricked you into
driving the O'Neills away.

Mom felt so ashamed.

She kept the affair a secret
up until the end.

I didn't know anything
about this, Lana.

You have to believe me.

Whoa, whoa.

Rose was lied to.

Just like you.

The Pruetts took everything
from my family.

This all should have been ours.

You forced my family
to sell out to you.

My mother left with nothing,
except me in her belly.

Look, you can't turn back
the clock.

And killing Rose
wouldn't fix anything.

I want every last Pruett
to know what it feels like

to lose your home,
to lose everything.

God knows I've made a lot
of mistakes in my past.

I've hurt people.

I've betrayed those
who trusted me.

But the past is the past.

Okay, please.

You gotta just move on.

Not until the Pruetts
have lost everything

like my family did.

[gun shot]

Hey. You all right?

I think so.

Max.

Max!

Yeah. I'm here. Relax.

The reports of my death
have been greatly exaggerated.

Will do.

Thank you, Commissioner.

I just got off the phone
with Commissioner Russo.

She sends her appreciation.

Hm.

Appreciation is nice,

but how about the basketball
hoop, thigh-master

and the face cream?

[Ellis clears his throat]

Okay, appreciation is good.

Nice work, you two.

Thank you, Sir.

What?

What.

I thought I told you to stay
at the Pruett house.

I thought you said
eek at the mouse.

I'm serious, Max.
It was dangerous.

You could have been killed.

Heavens to Betsy.

Is this your passive-aggressive,

emotionally stunted
way of saying

you actually care
about little old me?

I'll see you around, Max.

See you, Earl.

Hey, what are you
all doing here?

We wanted to say we're sorry.

And that we want to try
to make this a family again.

[laughs]

♪ Who's gonna tell
you when ♪

That's a surprise.

We have another surprise
for you.

♪ it's too late ♪

♪ Who's gonna tell you things? ♪

Got room for a few
more stragglers.

Mike.

♪ You can't go on. ♪

Keep your eyes closed.

No peeking.

♪ nothing's wrong ♪

Okay.

♪ Oh, no ♪

You can look now.

♪ Who's gonna drive you
home tonight. ♪

Oh, my God, is that--

Yep.

From the Stardust Casino.

I got it before
it was demolished.

And you ain't seen
nothing yet, girl.

I'm not finished yet, but it's
somewhere to sleep tonight.

It's not a private island
or even a mansion,

but it is officially
our humble home.

Do you like it?

You're not speaking.
Why are you not speaking?

What's wrong?

It's perfect, Ricky.

Just like you.

I have one more surprise.

-There's more?
-Mmhmm.

Okay. You've outdone yourself.

Your dad asked you to brush
up on your con skills.

I managed to get Jonathan
Ashford's video diary.

Think of it as your CliffsNotes.

It'll tell you everything
you need to know.

How did you get this?

Ricky is magic, buttercup.
Don't you know that by now?

Yeah. All too well.

All right.
Video's on the laptop.

Ronni's egg rolls
are on the counter.

I have a date.

Don't wait up.

Well, here we are.

I never had any intention
of doing one of these

look back on your life
sort of things,

but well, it seems that time
has come, even for me.

In my line of work,

I have accomplished what
many say is the impossible.

I got out while
I was still ahead,

and believe me, that sounds
a lot easier than it was.

It takes a great deal
to trust your instinct

and walk away
from a sure thing

when you know
it's too risky,

or to turn your back on a person
or a relationship,

because that's even riskier.

Bottom line I never got caught.

My name is still a mystery.

My whereabouts unknown,

and I've managed to hang on
to most of the wealth

I've acquired over the years.

I made it to the finish line,
so to speak.

I won the game.

So how did I get here?

There's quite a lot
to go through.

I made some notes so
as not to miss anything.

Oh, and in case you're wondering
if any of this is true,

you'll just have to take
my word for it.

And you know, I do love to have
the last word,

which is perfect,
because once I'm gone,

there'll be no one left
to confirm or deny.

Which raises the question,
why am I here alone?

Because, frankly,
if you're as fortunate

as I was to make your living
in this business,

there will be no Rosencrantz
to your Guildenstern,

no Holmes to your Watson.

In the end,

the only person you can count
on is you, yourself, alone.

♪