Longmire (2012–2017): Season 2, Episode 11 - Natural Order - full transcript

[Life support beeping]

Cady is awake.

Dad...

You look like hell.

You scared me, punk.

Ah...

So...

Any news?

Actually, uh, yeah.

Looks like my daughter's
out of the woods.

Well, that's great.



Yeah.

Oh, sorry, um,
I don't think you guys have met.

Troy, this is Sheriff Longmire.

You're number 44.

They still have your jersey
in a trophy case, at school.

Thing's almost an antique.

Your dad tells me
you're a pretty good player.

I'm a running back.

And hopefully, we'll have him
on the field, soon.

Doctors have
finally figured out that,

uh, Troy has some kind of
degenerative muscle disease.

'Wasting sickness, '
they call it.

Uh, not the best of diagnosis,

but it's a step
in the right direction.



At least we know, now,
what to fight.

Sheriff,
there's a phone call for you.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

Hello?

Hey, Walt...

Ruby told me that Cady's awake.

I'm so glad.

Thanks, Vic.

Uh, yeah, she's doin' better.

Is that why you called?

It's not the only reason.

But, uh...

I shouldn't have bothered you.

- What is it, Vic?
- It's nothin'.

Uh, you should stay there
with Cady.

She's resting.

Besides,
I've been here for hours.

She could use a break
from her dad hangin' around.

Ruby can stay with her, a while.

What's up?

This is Connor Redding,
28 years old.

He was a game warden.

This entire area
was part of his patrol.

He was found
by bird-watchers.

Hey, sheriff.

I gave Fish and Game
the heads-up.

This is Devin Gaines.

Appreciate your coming down,
so fast.

I gather you worked
with the victim?

Yeah, I, uh, hired him.

Connor and I were pretty close.

He came out here from Alaska,
'bout a year ago,

with his wife.

They've got a baby girl.

She's only 2.

Looks like he took
two stab wounds to the chest.

Deep cuts,

probably from a huntin' knife.

What about our other victim?

The elk?

Elk season's a month off.

Means this is also murder.

Considering all the hunting
we got, out here,

it's pretty easy
for game wardens

to make enemies fast.

Well, most hunters respect
what we do.

But there are
always a few idiots

who don't like
having to abide by rules.

Anyone in particular you know?

I spent a month, trying
to catch this one poacher.

He's been killin' a lotta elk,
outta season,

and takin' their heads
as some kinda trophy.

This looks like his handiwork.

I've searched the area.

Guy's got serious skills.

Knows where to go,
how to cover his tracks.

Looks like Connor probably,
uh, caught 'im in the act.

So...

Wait, so, a guy gets caught
killin' elk outta season

and resorts to murder?

That just seems
like a lotta risk

to put a head on a wall.

If the killer was looking
to mount the elk head,

he'd need to do it quickly.

Nice job.

Oh, hey.

Yeah...

Never know
they weren't swimmin'.

I got more for sale,
if you're lookin' to buy.

Actually, I'm more interested
in elk, today.

Anyone come in, recently,
to have a head mounted?

Well, they'd have to be
pretty dumb, to do so.

I keep a close eye
on the calendar.

Anybody comes in with an elk,

even a day
before the season opens,

I put in a call
to Fish and Game.

You could risk
losin' your whole business,

workin' with poachers.

I'm sure there are some
taxidermists who don't mind,

if they're offered enough money.

All the other shops are closed,
'til the fall,

when the elk and deer
seasons open.

That's when we make most
of our money, mountin' heads.

You mind
if we finish this outside?

I wanna let this guy dry out
in the open air.

No worries.

Summers are tough.

Not a huge market
for 13-inch rainbows,

as you can see.

But I got a firewood business

that lets me
stay open year-round.

Well, keep an eye
out for me, Lee.

Anyone brings in an elk head,
you give me a call.

Yeah, will do, sheriff.

Oh, hey...

I got a broken deer head,
back at the station.

Now, I'm not sure
it can be fixed,

but I'd appreciate it
if you'd take a look, for me.

Yeah, I'd be happy to.

Hey, Lee.

Hey, I just picked up
a big load of scrap wood.

Figured you might be able
to sell some of it for kindling.

Hey, Cady.

Do I know you?

I'm sorry, I...

I've had a head injury.

I... I don't remember
certain people.

I'm sorry.

Ow...

I'm sorry, it was too good.

I like to think
I'm kinda hard to forget.

Oh...

How ya feelin'?

Okay.

But they have me doped-up
to the gills

and I really haven't tried
moving around, yet.

So...

Do you, uh, remember
anything about the accident?

You know how you got
that flat tire?

Honestly,

I don't remember anything
from that day.

It's a total blank.

Well...

So, uh...

Is your dad around?

No, he got called into work,
thank God.

He's been great.

It's just hard to rest,
when someone is staring at you.

Oh...

He got called into work.

Which means that he won.

It was close.

Really?

Really close.

You're not wearing your uniform.

Does that mean you were fired?

He hasn't asked me to leave,

if that's what you're wonderin'.

Have you asked him to stay?

♪ [music playing] ♪

Did you dress your wounds?

Yeah, I used some of that,
uh, men-wake you gave me.

Thanks...

I'm fine.

It will leave a mark.

Mm...

Yeah, I figured it might.

Henry, Walt.

Whoa...

You go surfin'?

Very funny.

Uh, you heard stories
about anyone

poaching any elk, lately?

Well, if I had,
you'd have heard about it.

Course, if I had it my way,
they'd be shot on sight.

Poachers are the lowest
of the low.

They got no regard
for natural law.

There's a time to kill things

and a time to let 'em thrive.

Thank goodness
you have appointed yourself

the protector of natural law.

Natural law
isn't my usual jurisdiction.

But, uh...

This poacher
didn't stop with the elk.

He also killed a game warden.

Which one?

Connor Redding.

Aw, shit...

Young kid.

Good guy.

What was this poacher
after, meat?

Don't think so.

Head was gone,
body was left behind.

Looks like whoever it was
was after a trophy.

Well, not much of a trophy.

This time o' year, the antlers
are barely startin' to grow.

Nah, most head-hunters
wouldn't even bother.

Most poachers don't partially
gut the animal, either...

Unless they're after
somethin' else.

You mind
if I take a look at this elk?

Yeah, just as I suspected.
The pancreas is missing.

That would also explain
why the poacher took the head.

He wanted the antler velvet.

Not following you, Omar.

You ever hear of Elk Velvetine?

I've heard of antler velvet,
but not Velvetine.

Eh, it's one of those
new-age, Chinese supplements.

Elk pancreas and antler velvet

are the two main ingredients
you need to make the stuff.

You saying this hunter
was killing elk

for its medicinal properties?

Well, there's a big,
big market in herbal medicines,

if you can find
the raw materials.

These Chinese companies
hire a few hunters to...

Well, kinda
like medical mercenaries.

These guys
go all over the world,

killin' animals,
just so these companies

can make their remedies.

How do these Chinese companies
find their poachers?

Oh, wait a minute...

I know how one guy tried.

About a month ago,
I had a Chinese guy

on one of my trips...

Mr. Chen.

Couldn't shoot, worth a damn...

But he sure seemed
keen on killin' an elk.

Even offered me some cash,
to do it for him.

What'd you tell him?

"No," of course.

Well, looks like
someone said, "Yes."

Hey, punk, how you feelin'?

[Vic] The same as I was
a few hours ago.

I'm fine, Dad.

Well, uh...

Henry gave me his cell phone,

so, uh, I thought
I'd give you a call,

see if you needed anything.

So...

Don't worry about me.

You have plenty on your plate.

Ruby stopped by, earlier
and told me everything.

It sounds crazy.

Okay, uh...

I'll call you later.

Or...

You can call me, 'cause, um...

I got a cell phone, now.

Uh...

Okay, you get some rest.

Okay, I will.

I love you.
Bye.

Bye.

What?

You had to give him
your cell phone?

Ruby.

Hey, Walt.

Lee.

I didn't think there was
much hope left for him.

Oh, I think there's
a little life left in him.

Try and take it easy
on him, though.

Yeah...

Thanks.

You send me the bill,
when you get a chance.

Yeah, no problem.

Want me to hang him
back up for you?

Sure...

Thanks.

This name that Omar gave you,
"Mr. Chen,"

it's gotta be an alias.

This guy's a ghost.

He paid Omar in cash,

so, there's no way
to trace his receipts.

And the address
and the phone number

that he listed on the registry,

they're fakes, as well.

Did Omar give you
a physical description?

Yeah, mm-hmm.

It was both useless.

And politically incorrect.

Walt...

I found some information

on Elk Velvetine.

Check in with the other
hunting outfitters in town.

See if Chen booked
any trips with them

and if he's got any updated, uh,
contact information.

Also, uh, question as many
of the guides as you can.

If Chen hired any of them
to poach for him,

that might be our killer.

All right, Ruby, shoot.

Well, according
to these articles,

the nearest place
you can buy Velvetine is China.

Now, you can get
a little bit online,

from those shady,
Canadian pharmacies.

But look:
A tiny, little bottle

is more expensive
than my car payments.

So, if Mr. Chen found a way
to produce it in the U.S.,

he could make a lot of money.

Man, they use this stuff
for everything.

Cancer patients use it...

...to re-grow muscle;
eases arthritis in old people.

They claim pro football players
are takin' it,

instead of steroids.

But there are
other side effects.

Huh...

Arrhythmia, severe cramping,
increase of something

called, "wasting sickness"
and high blood pressure.

Huh.

Thank you.

Get some rest.

[Knocking on door]

Thought you guys could use
some new reading material.

Already read through it twice.

Well, thanks,
that's... that's awful nice.

Uh...

I'll give Troy first dibs;

I was just headin'
to the cafeteria.

Why don't you stay
and talk some football.

Phil Steele's College
Football Preview.

Thank you.

So, what schools
are you thinkin' about?

I wanted to go to Oregon.

Guess I still do,
if I ever get outta here.

I even had scouts
lookin' at me, last year.

Oh...

All that attention from,
uh, top programs,

you probably put
a lot of pressure on yourself.

You do what you gotta do.

A lot of boys in your position

tend to go the extra mile,
to, uh, impress the scouts...

Extra workouts,
uh, protein diets.

Some of them
even try supplements.

You ever heard
of something called Velvetine?

Yeah, uh, I heard, uh,

pro and... and college players
use it, right?

Yeah...

How 'bout you?

No.

Troy, the way I see things,

your chances
of playing college ball

are pretty slim if you
don't get out of this bed.

Now, the wasting
sickness you have...

Velvetine can cause that.

If you used it,
you should tell the doctors.

They may be able
to help you play again.

I just need to know
where you got it.

There's at least 20
hunting guides in this town

that need to be questioned.

Don't you have to give,
like, two weeks' notice

or somethin',
if you're quittin'?

[Branch] I don't know
what I'm doin', yet.

There's stuff
I need to figure out.

So, while you're out
soul-searching,

I'm on my own.

What can I say?

You should have voted for me.

Yeah, whatever.

Hey, I'm, uh, lookin'
for the owner, Rosco Wilkes.

You found her.

My dad wanted a boy.

How can I help ya?

Uh...

How many hunting guides
do you have on staff?

High season, six.

But this time of year,

ain't that much
huntin' to guide,

so, I only got one:
Keith Dixon.

But he's up in the Big Horns.

Left 2 days ago, to scout
fishin' holes for a client.

He got a cell phone, up there?

He's got a radio in his truck,
checks in at night.

Is there some kinda trouble?

I'm gonna need some information
about a possible client.

Did a Mr. Chen
book a huntin' trip

with you guys?

Name doesn't sound familiar.

Oh...

is he one of these guys?

You know, it would help
if I knew what he looked like.

I can check the registry,

see if we got any record of him.

That'd be great, thanks.

[Whistle blows]

It's a shame a Troy.

[Hargis] Kid with natural
talent, like that,

as a coach, you're lucky
if you see that four,

maybe five times,
in your career.

He could've played
Division One ball.

He could have
taken you with him.

A lotta high school
coaches'd like

a shot at a college job.

If a player under you was

recruited into
a Division One school,

that stands out on your resume.

Troy said the scouts were
coming to take a look at him.

You needed him
to make a good impression.

Just what are you
getting' at, sheriff?

Troy's sickness is,

uh, caused by a performance
supplement.

Stuff called Velvetine.

He said you were the one
that gave it to him.

I'll have you know
I run a clean program, sheriff.

I won't deny
that I'd like a college job,

but I'm not riskin'
the one that I got.

Doping players?

That's grounds
for immediate dismissal.

I'm not trying
to get you fired, coach.

I'm just looking for a man

who's connected
to the Velvetine.

Now, do you know
someone named Mr. Chen?

Never heard of him.

I care about Troy.

I wouldn't push any kind
of supplement on him.

Why did Troy say
it was you, then?

Maybe he was trying
to protect his father.

Grant's a sideline dad.

Sits in the stands,
every practice, yellin'.

I had to ask him
to leave, a few times.

Grant would do anything,

to make sure that Troy succeeds.

Hey.

So, it turns out Mr. Chen

booked trips with five
different hunting outfitters,

over the last few months.

I talked to
as many of the guides

as I could locate.

A few of them admit
that he asked 'em

to shoot elk outta season,

but they all claim
they turned him down.

What are the photos for?

I'm at a dead end,
trying to find this guy.

He paid cash
to all the outfitters,

listed the same useless
contact information.

So...

I called Omar,

to see if he maybe
had a picture of Chen,

from one of their hunting trips.

It would help us to know
what he looked like.

Ah...

And there he is...

Top left.

I know him.

Mr. Chen?

No...

I know Grant Thayer.

So...

I heard that the doctors
have a plan of attack

for treating Troy,

now that they know
he was taking Velvetine.

Troy told me he got it
from Coach Hargis.

I spoke to Hargis,
he said it wasn't him.

He thinks it was someone else...

Someone close to Troy.

You just want
the best for your kids;

want to give them
every advantage.

I thought
the stuff was all-natural.

I had no idea

it could have side effects
like this.

Where'd you get the Velvetine?

I learned about it
from some guy on a hunting trip.

This man...

Mr. Chen?

He was going on and on about it.

I heard the scouts
were coming, I...

I called Chen and bought
as much of the stuff

as he would sell me.

Troy wanted this
more than anything and...

And I just wanted to help him.

So, you have a way
of contacting Mr. Chen, then?

You looking for Grant Thayer?

Yes.

Means you're Mr. Chen.

You're a hard man to find.

Now, I know why...

Jonathan Ling.

You're a scientist?

Engineer, actually.

Coalage hired me
for a special project,

converting coal into liquid gas,
which we sell to China.

How's the company feel
about your side business?

I'm not sure
I know what you mean.

Selling Velvetine.

Why should they care?

I've done nothing illegal.

I make many trips to China.

Velvetine is made
and sold legally, there.

And I bring back small amounts
that the custom laws allow.

I might charge my customers
a little bit extra for it, here,

but I'm simply obeying laws
of supply and demand.

I guess that high demand
is the reason

you started harvesting
ingredients here,

making Velvetine yourself,
which is illegal.

You went on hunting trips,
over several months.

A few of the outfitters said
you offered 'em money

to kill elk, outta season.

Then, the trips stopped.

Which probably means
you found someone

willing to hunt for you.

Or it could simply mean that

my workload got a little hectic

and I no longer have time
to take vacations.

So, it's just
a coincidence that,

uh, around the time
you stopped taking vacations,

a hunter started slaying elk

and taking the exact parts
you need to make Velvetine.

You have actual proof
that I hired this hunter?

Not yet.

Looks like this hunter
also killed a young man

named Connor Redding.

He's a game warden,

who stumbled on the operation.

And when I find this hunter,
it's only a matter of time,

before he tells me
about your involvement.

And you'll be implicated
in first degree murder.

I'm sorry I can't be of help,
sheriff.

I have no operation.

I'm just an engineer,

who, on occasion,

legally imports a product
for a few, select clients.

Three o'clock on a Tuesday
and you are not at work.

Looking to drown your sorrows?

Work is sort of why I'm here.

I need your advice
about something.

You have got to be kidding me.

Given everything that's happened
with the election,

I'm in kind of a tough spot.

I cannot pretend
to feel sorry for you.

So...

I never came up
with a back-up plan,

in case I lost the election.

Why not work for your father?

Not an option.

You want to work for Walt?

I don't know
if it matters what I want.

So, what advice
do you need from me?

You've known him the longest.

Is Walt the kind of man
who holds a grudge?

The first time I met Walt,
we were in sixth grade.

I was ahead of him in line
for the drinking fountain.

When I took a drink,
my lips touched the faucet.

Walt called me out,
told me not to do that.

I reacted as any rational,
Indian kid would:

I turned around and punched him.

After the principal
pulled us apart,

he asked why we were fighting.

I told him
it was a matter of honor.

Walt did not want to
share the drinking fountain

with a dirty Indian.

But then, Walt explained

he was simply trying to warn me.

People have germs,

and putting my lips on a faucet
is a good way to get sick.

What's your point?

I challenged Walt,
without provocation.

He could have hated me for it.

Instead,

we have been friends
for 38 years.

If nothing else,
Walt believes in second chances.

Hey...

The taxidermist,
Lee Rosky, just called.

A guy named Keith Dixon came in

and asked him
to mount an elk head.

Turns out that Keith Dixon

is one of the guys that Chen
booked a hunting trip with.

Only I didn't get to talk to him

because his boss said
he was up in the mountains.

He still at Lee's, now?

No.

Lee refused to stuff the head,
so, the guy bolted.

But I did get an address
from his boss.

Check the back of the house.

[Knocking on door]

Open up...

Sheriff's department!

[Vic] Walt!

Velvet's been scraped off.

Looks like the head
that goes to our elk body.

It's gotta be the same one.

I'll call the judge,
get a warrant.

We don't need a warrant.

[Panting]

He's got a lot of animal parts,
but they're all on the wall.

Antler velvet.

Is this what I think it is?

Pancreas.

We found Keith's stash;

now, we just
have to go find Keith.

Why couldn't Vic come?

Lighten the mood in here a bit.

If I recall,

the last time Vic went
hunting with you, Omar,

she got shot.

And why'd we have to bring him?

Well, he's the best tracker
I know.

I'll be the judge of that.

Okay, so, you said Keith
was heading to Piedmont Falls?

According to his boss,
he was scouting fishing holes.

Destination: Piedmont
Falls, Wyoming.

He probably entered in
right there.

Though there's no fishin'
worth a damn

anywhere near here.

But it is near
an elk migration route.

Looks like we found our man.

Or at least his truck.

You said Keith worked for you.

Yeah...

'Til I had to fire him.

Why?

Well, I found out
he took a few guys out

on a special huntin' expedition.

They offered him money
to shoot a bald eagle,

and he took it.

Shooting animals for money
is one thing.

Stabbing a man
to death's another story.

You think Keith could've
killed Connor Redding?

Yeah, I do.

Elk tracks.

Look at this...

Salt lick.

Think Fish and Game
coulda put this out here?

No...

But it sounds like Keith.

Some guys track,

Keith was always
a short-cut artist.

He puts out salt licks
to attract the elk,

then hunkers down, somewhere

and waits for his prey
to come to him.

That tree-line's the best
vantage point for a hunter.

Keith's probably hidin'
in there, right now.

We need to get movin'.

Easy, Omar.

I am easy

till I find Keith.

Do not be in such a hurry...

- Ah!
- Henry...

Henry!

Ah...

Ah...

O.I.T.

- What the hell is...
- Old Indian Trick.

But you are an Indian.

I am Cheyenne.

This is an Apache death trap.

And if you were
not distracting me,

my leg would not be
stuck in a hole

with sharp, wooden stakes!

Animal's leg goes in,
easy enough.

Yes, but you try to pull it out,
it messes you up.

Gimme a hand, here, Omar.

Before guns,

hunters used these traps
to bring down big game.

Aw...

Easy!

Well, that sounds like Keith.

He's probably nearby.

[Jeff] We ran that print
you sent us

through the DCI computer.

Got a hit, right away.

Guy's name is David Ridges.

He got any kinda record?

At least five prior arrests
in Montana and Wyoming,

mostly assaults.

I got his last known address,
here, if you want it.

I do.

- Can you e-mail it to me?
- Sure thing.

[Distant elk call]

[Elk call]

What the...

Don't move, Keith.

Oh, come on, Walt...

Let him run.

I love a movin' target.

Vic, get Devin Gaines
on the phone.

Tell him we got Keith Dixon
in custody.

Hmm.
Mm-hmm.

I'll get, uh, Mr. Dixon
settled into your office.

Hey, Walt.

So, does this mean
you still work here?

I guess it does.

Okay, then.

You wanna try and slap
some poaching charges on me,

be my guest.

You can't ever prove
that I set any of those traps.

No need...

Considering all the, uh,
antler velvet

and pancreas we've already
taken from your house,

I'd say we got more enough
evidence to charge you.

You guys went to my house?

All those body parts,

Devin Gaines said

that's at least 15 years
in prison.

I wasn't killing
those elk for me.

All right, I was hunting
for someone else

and he was using those parts
to make medicine or somethin'.

Was this the someone else?

He either goes by the name
Mr. Chen or Jonathan Ling.

You ease up on my charges

and I'll write a novel
about the guy.

Huh...

Okay.

May be able to cut some years
off your poaching sentence.

But you're
still looking at a life term,

for killing Conner Redding.

Conner...

Redding, what are you...
what are you talking...

He's the game warden
we found, stabbed...

next to a beheaded elk.

Whoever killed Connor

also killed that elk
and took its head.

We found that head
in your dumpster.

Whoa, okay...

Hold on a second, here.

Okay...

The first thing you learn
is never dump illegal parts

where anyone can find 'em.

And I definitely wouldn't leave

a rotting head
outside my own house.

I mean, come on, guys, really?

How... How stupid
do you think I am?

Stupid enough
to ask a taxidermist

to stuff it for you.

Come on...

Okay, y... y'all were
at my house,

right?

You saw the ten-point
buck on the wall.

That's a head worth mounting,
okay?

Why... Why would
I waste money,

stuffing a puny head
like this...

huh?

And who told you
that I brought that head

to the taxidermist?

[Knocking on door]

Sheriff's department!

Lee...

We need to talk.

Sorry...

Couldn't get to the door
quick enough.

I don't move
as fast as I used to.

I'm sorry,
I was looking for Lee.

He left about an hour ago,

make some firewood deliveries.

I'm his wife, Bonnie.

I... I was just makin'
myself some tea.

Lee should be home, shortly.

Come have a cup, while you wait.

[Whistle of tea kettle]

Please, uh,
let me get that for you.

Oh, thank you.

The tea's already in the pot
and there's another cup

on the counter, there.

You take a seat.

Allow me.

Okey-dokey.

There you go.

I was so sorry to hear
about your wife's passing.

You two knew one another?

A little.

We were chemo buddies.

She never mentioned you.

There was a group of us.

We kinda formed a private club.

Martha would always say,
"Admission is free"

'cause we've all paid
our dues.'

I was surprised
she was taken so quickly.

Considering what I'm going
through, at this stage,

I'm grateful she was
spared this kinda pain.

Um...

What kind of treatment
they have you on?

None.

The last round of radiation
almost did me in.

It's funny.

You take medicine,
tryin' to kill a disease...

...and it almost kills you.

I told Lee, I said, "No more.

No more doctors,
no more hospitals,

no more medicine."

So, um...

What's all this, then?

Oh, just herbal remedies.

Are you familiar with
a supplement called Velvetine?

Yeah, Lee got it for me,

after he read about it
on the Internet.

It's supposed to be
some miracle cure.

I don't know
if it's makin' me any better,

but it makes him feel better,
when I take it.

Do you know
where he gets it from?

Ah...
Lee!

One man's already dead, Lee!

Stop this!

Listen to her.

Stop!

Lee, what is going on, here?

Please, tell me.

He was trying to save you.

What?

I was just trying to
get your medicine for you.

The Velvetine.

Keith Dixon came by my shop

with a sample of the Velvetine.

And it worked.

I could see the change
in you, right away.

But when we ran out,
I couldn't afford it.

I looked everywhere,
tried everything.

You couldn't stand by,

let that disease win.

You had to fight it.

So, you decided
to make your own Velvetine.

But that game warden caught me.

He was gonna take me in
and that woulda meant jail.

So, we fought...

And I stabbed him.

I couldn't let him take me away,

not... not with Bonnie
in her condition.

It was either him or your wife.

Yes.

Lee, baby,

I am not getting better.

You have to let me go...

- You have to.
- No...

No, I never will.

Hey...

Well, I was beginning
to wonder about you.

Disappeared, for a bit.

Been a little preoccupied.

Did you know Cady Longmire
was in a car accident?

She okay?

She will be.

But I've been
looking into the circumstances

of the accident
and I found some odd things.

First, I found a round puncture

in the sidewall
of a brand new tire

on the station wagon
that Cady was driving.

Not the tread, but the sidewall,

meaning someone flattened
that tire on purpose.

I also lifted a fingerprint
off the car,

right above the rear,
back, flat tire.

Belongs to a guy named
David Ridges.

I tried to visit him at home,
he wasn't there.

But I did find an interesting
detail on his resume.

You found...

that David works for me.

Normally,
I wouldn't blink at that;

you have a lot of employees.

But then, I remembered
what you said

about retail politics.

Getting more of our
own voters to the polls,

keeping more
of the other guy's voters away.

You didn't have anything to do
with Cady's accident, did you?

You know, my people have had
a bad couple of centuries.

Some of us have learned that
to get by, in the present,

you need to let go of the past.

You can imagine that
I have already forgotten

more than most people
will experience, in their lives.

My advice to you
would be to do the same.

Don't look back.

That can lead to real pain.

It's better to keep your eyes

down the road, my man,

on your very bright future.

Not really an answer, Jacob.

I'll see you 'round.

Your favorite,
from the Busy Bee.

Biscuits and gravy.

Thank you.

You gotten any sleep
in the last few days?

Well, I plan to.

Things are startin'
to settle down.

Got a full team,
back at the station, again.

So...

Decided to
keep your boyfriend on.

He's not my boyfriend.

I'm...

not sure what he is.

Well,

whatever.

"Whatever"?

I don't think
I've ever heard you

say that word in my entire life.

Eh...

I know I had some issues
with Branch, in the past.

But...

I gotta let that go.

I gotta let a lotta things go.

Maybe I'm just starting
to mellow.

I should get hit
by a car more often.

No...

Once was enough.