The Glades (2010–2013): Season 4, Episode 12 - Happy Trails - full transcript

[ Cattle lowing ]

Okay, now you're
just showing off.

All right, now you try.

Remember... keep your elbow up,
your eye on the target,

and just follow through,

like you're throwing
a baseball.

When do I get to rope
a real cow?

As soon as you learn to rope
a real fence post.

Come on.

Come on.

[ Chuckles ]



I roped something.
That's a start.

Yeah. Well, unhook it.
Let's go again.

Holy smokes.

Got it.

Tell the director
I'm on my way.

I guess that means
that you've got to go.

Oh, I've got a minute.

Two, if you play
your cards right.

Oh.

All right, what have we got?

No. You're gonna put
Uncle Wes

next to Aunt Mary
and her new husband?

Yeah. You said things were fine
and to invite them both.

Yeah, to invite them both,
but not at the same table.



That's just inviting trouble.

Why don't we put my Uncle
next to...

Who's David Patel?

The ridiculously cute
and single

Chief of Oncology
at my hospital.

I'm seating him
between Miranda and my sister.

- And may the best bridesmaid win.
- Exactly.

I'm glad your sister's coming.
I'm dying to meet her.

Not as much as
she's dying to meet you.

She can't make it to my
bachelorette party this weekend,

- but she's coming to the wedding.
- Mm-hmm.

You must be looking forward
to seeing all your old gal pals.

Oh, there's not too many
old pals except for Laura.

All my other friends
are from work.

Oh, thank God for Jody.

She's helping me out with Jeff,

and I've got, like,
a million things to do.

"Thank God"? Not words normally
associated with Ray's mom.

Oh, she's been great.

And she's completely put aside
her guilt trips.

I just think that after,
what, three divorces,

she finally gets it, and
she's okay with me moving on.

Or maybe a certain someone...
Ah... has won her over.

[ Laughs ] Aw.

No, she still hates your guts.

Oh. [ Chuckles ]
[ Cellphone rings ]

Okay, okay, I'm coming.

And I really have to go.
So, um...

Love you. Bye.

Love you. Bye.

Hey, Carlos.

Carlos, huh?

I take it you still
haven't told Callie

what's going on with her ex?

It's her big
bachelorette weekend.

I don't want to spoil it.
Any news on Ray?

All indications say that
he's still on the west coast.

Apparently he used his ATM card
about an hour ago

at a Quickie Mart in Portland.

Are you sure it was Ray
that used it?

It was Ray
on the security camera.

I don't know why he's being
so obvious about it.

He has to know we're tracking
his card activities.

But you'll keep tracking them
and keep me posted?

I just caught a murder,

and with this wedding coming
at us like a freight train...

No problem.
I totally get it.

Thanks for the update.

- And for not telling Callie.
- No problem.

Yeah. Bye.

[ Horse whinnies ]

That is one dead cowboy.

Hm. What gave it away...
the chaps

or the shotgun-sized hole
in his chest?

Was he killed at high noon?
Not even close.

Liver temp puts time of death

at approximately 6:00 A.M.
this morning.

He wasn't carrying
a wallet or cellphone,

so we don't have much to go on.

The two ranch hands who found
the body don't know him either.

That's weird.

Carlos: What's weird?
A horseshoe print on a ranch?

Mm. Not weird.

I spoke to the ranch owner,
a Willa Garbett.

She didn't see
or hear anything.

Yeah, well,
that would make sense,

since we're out
in the middle of nowhere.

Well, maybe he's a Garbett.
That's a "G" right?

Yeah, or worked there.

She's rounding up
all of her ranch hands

to see if anyone's missing,
but this could take a while.

The Garbett ranch is the
second-largest ranch in Florida.

They own all the land
west of the Kissimmee River.

Hi-ho, Silver.

Is that our victim's horse?

Easy, boy. Easy.

Shotgun blast
must have scared him off.

Which would make him the only
eyewitness to my murder.

But unless this horse's name
is Mister Ed,

I'm guessing he's not talking.

Callie:
No, Jeff, that's fine.

Just tell your grandma
to pick you up at Tina's.

[ Knock on door ]

Miranda's flight
lands in an hour.

I got to go.
Someone's at the door.

Diane?

What are you doing here?

It's Rich.
He's in the car.

He's really hurt.

He slipped
cutting back branches.

Fell on one.

[ Groaning ]

You need to take him
to an emergency room.

It's not that bad.
I looked.

Diane, he needs a doctor.

We can't do that,
and you know it.

Callie, please.
Rich and Ray were like brothers.

Please, I'm begging you,
just this one time.

Grab his shoulders.

Oh, my God, thank you.
Thank you, Callie.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The Glades 04x12
Happy Trails
Originally Aired August 19, 2013

Callie: You're lucky.

The wound was mostly
superficial.

It doesn't feel lucky.

Well, a few centimeters
to the left,

and one of those branches
would've punctured your lung.

So I'd say you're lucky.

Here's instructions

on how to clean his wound
and change his bandage.

I was hoping we could rest here
for a while.

Maybe hang out.

Hang out or hide out
from the law?

Callie, it wasn't Rich's fault.

The other guy wasn't even
supposed to...

Diane, I don't even
want to know.

Why did you even
bring him here?

I haven't you in years,

and my life is
completely different now.

Your husband's gonna be fine.

Just keep him off of his feet
for at least a week

and clean his wound every day.

[ Vehicle door closes ]

You that detective fella?

Word travels fast
in these parts.

- I'm Willa Garbett.
- Uh, yeah.

Detective-fella
Longworth.

Um, we found your horse.

Hm. Don't know much about
breaking horses, now, do you?

I don't know anything
about breaking horses.

But I'm pretty good
with people.

Well, thank you very much
for bringing him back,

but he would have found
his way back on his own.

A well-trained horse knows
where his cowboy bunks at night.

Huh. I didn't even know
Florida had cowboys.

Well, Florida was the wild west,
before there was a west.

The first cowboys
are from Florida.

Call 'em Crackers.

That sounds
a little politically incorrect.

Well, Crackers
used to use a whip

to get their cows across
the gator-infested swamps.

Crack.

Huh. I'm fifth-generation
Florida Cracker,

and I'm damn proud of it.

Yeah, damn proud of everything,
it looks like.

You sure like to mark
your property.

Yeah, ranching's big business,
and our property...

That tends to wander.
That's why we brand.

Got to keep track
of what's yours.

Yeah, that go for
your ranch hands, too?

That is the one that's missing.

That's Lane Kneedler.

Look, we got a few cow punchers,
they live here year-round,

but most of all,
they come by the week.

We give them
an envelope full of cash,

a place to bunk, three squares.

But I don't much fraternize
with the hands.

What about
the rest of their bodies?

Sleep with a cow poke
10 years my junior?

Not for a decade.

Listen, detective,

the cowboys...
They come and they go.

That Lane, he gave his notice
about a week ago.

He was heading on
to greener pastures.

It's pretty remote and green
out where we found him.

Hm. My daddy used to say,

we're in the business
of selling grass, not cattle.

Yeah, it takes seven acres
per cow to be profitable.

We got over 600
head of cattle here.

So we need every square inch
of this land to survive.

Yeah, what was Lane
doing out there?

Well, now, I can't prove it,

but I suspect that my neighbor
was knocking down my fence

out there to steal my cattle.

So I sent him out there
to mend it with a day laborer,

man by the name of
Moses Clearwater.

Well, it seems he was
the last one to see Lane alive.

So where I can find
this Moses Clearwater?

Well, it's payday,

so I imagine he's with
the rest of the ranch hands,

- getting soused at the roadhouse.
- Thanks.

Oh, and um, don't go riding off
into the sunset.

I'm not going anywhere.

Everything all right?

He doesn't seem to want to
go inside his stall.

Well, Willa said
a well-trained horse

knows where his cowboy
bunks at night.

Try letting him go.

- Now what?
- Follow him.

Let's see where our cowboy
bunked last night.

Go on.
Get along, little dogie.

[ Sighs ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Man:
Get him, Moses!

All right!
Take him out, man.

Yeah, knock him out, Moses!

Yeah, Moses!
Lay it on him!

What the hell, man?

You just wasted
a good pitcher of beer.

Whoo!

Next round's on me.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Buy you ladies a drink?

You're bribing the locals
to keep your secrets, Moses?

Who the hell are you?

The guy who's wondering why
you're making it so easy on me.

[ All boo ]

So, the question is, did you
steal Lane Kneedler's pay

before or after
you filled him with buckshot?

What?
Lane's dead?

As a doornail.

And seeing as you were
the last one to see him alive

and you have his pay...

I have his pay because he needed
gear and I sold him some.

Owes me next week's pay, too,

which I guess
I won't be seeing now.

Still, you two were out there
all alone, mending fences.

Supposed to be, anyway,
only he never showed up.

Anyone see you?

No.
I like to work alone.

Yeah, well, guess that cuts down
on the eyewitnesses

but not really good
for your alibi.

Why would I kill him?
I barely knew the guy.

I've lived out here
my whole life,

and the only people
I've ever known

to make that kind of noise
over cattle

are the Harpers
and the Garbetts.

They flat out
hate each other's guts.

As in Willa accusing her neighbor
Holly of cattle rustling?

Cattle rustlin', land grabbin'.

You put a thousand miles
between those two,

and it'll still be too close.

Well, maybe Lane got caught up
in the family feud.

Whose side were you on?
I'm a day laborer.

I can't afford to take sides,
or I don't work.

Or maybe you took the side
of the woman

who has the other half
of your heart?

I'm Quaqua Indian,
and some day I'll marry Quaqua.

Until then, my heart
belongs to the sun above

- and the earth beneath my feet.
- Okay...

well, I'm gonna need you
to keep your feet

firmly on the earth right here.

Well, actually,
not right there.

There's a little bit
of vomit, so...

Colleen? Turns out one of
our cowboys is an Indian.

Manus: Moses Clearwater
is a champion bull rider.

He is also Quaqua Nation.

Quaqua, one of the original
Florida tribes.

Yeah, all his files
are on the reservation,

and the tribal police
won't send them over.

We have to go in person.

Oh, no, that's okay.
I'll head over right now.

Oh, actually,
they specifically told me

to keep you off their land.

- What?
- Yeah, based on your last interaction

with the tribal police,

it was all I could do
to get them to agree

to give me an hour
in their file room.

Well, now they've hurt
my feelings.

Well, this guy suffered
way more than hurt feelings.

Based on the bruising

and rope burns
on his chest and upper back,

I'd say he was tied up
before he was shot.

Any chance of anything in the rope fibers?

Uh... no, thanks.
It's pretty generic.

It's like finding a needle
in a haystack.

Same as ballistics
on the shotgun.

It's just buckshot
with no identifying markers.

I can tell you, though, based on
the angle of the gunshot,

it looks like
he was shot from above.

Lassoed and shot
from horseback?

As in a little cowboy justice?

Yeah, that's the other thing.

Our cowboy, Lane Kneedler,
isn't Lane Kneedler.

His name isn't on
any police database,

and there's
no social security number

or birth-certificate match
for his prints.

Sounds to me
like a made-up name.

Well, that haystack
just got bigger.

Well, a lot of ranch hands
are drifters.

Maybe he drifted onto Willa's
ranch trying to hide,

and his past caught up with him.

Except it doesn't look
like he's been ranching long.

His hands are supple and smooth,
not one callus.

Both: Hm. I also scraped
some soil off his chaps.

It doesn't match the dirt
where the body was found.

I'll have Daniel run a full
analysis when he gets back.

Hopefully we can find out
where he was before he was shot.

Whoever he is... or was.
[ Cellphone rings ]

Speaking of which...
Daniel.

Except for a brief stop
to drink water from the river,

Lane's horse pretty much
made a beeline

for Willa's neighbor,
Holly Harper.

So my victim's horse considers
Holly's ranch the place

where his cowboy
bunked at night?

Got to wonder about that.

[ Gunshots ]

Daniel, stay down.

[ Gunshot, horse whinnies ]

[ Gunshot ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy.

- What the hell do you think you're doing?
- Solving a murder.

What the hell do you think
you're doing

- shooting at a police officer?
- I wasn't shooting at you.

I was practicing for the rodeo.

Oh.

Well, nice shooting, Holly.

Is that the broadside of a barn
you just shot?

And I'm guessing if you're that good
a shot on horseback,

well then a ranch hand all tied up

must be like
shooting a fish in a barrel.

Hey! Come in.
Come in.

Oh! I'm so happy
to see you.

Oh, it's so good
to see you, too.

Let's get this open.
[ Both chuckle ]

Oh, I love your home.

Oh, thank you.

It's so warm and so you.

Well, it's not usually this me
or this clean.

But Jeff's at his grandma's
house this weekend,

so I was able to pick up
a little bit.

We are going to have a ball
this weekend.

Oh, I actually have
some other big news for you.

Did you hear about
Dr. Hardy's passing?

I did.
I was so sad.

Well, I guess I made
an impression on him.

Because he left me with a bunch
of money to finish med school.

What?
Are you serious?

Yeah.
Callie, that's amazing.

It was so shocking
and incredibly generous.

A suture kit?

Are you still practicing
on fruit?

When I was in med school,

I must have stitched up,
like, a hundred bananas.

Oh, no. My neighbor... he hurt
himself doing some yard work.

Oh, yeah. Been there.

As soon as people learn
you're a doctor,

they act as if you're their own
personal walk-in clinic.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

One toast, then I want the
official Palm Glade Grand Tour,

starting with those raw bars

you've been talking about
since we met.

Cheers.

I was not sleeping
with Lane Kneedler, detective.

No, you definitely didn't
sleep with Lane Kneedler.

But you did sleep with a man
who called himself that.

Well, according to his horse.

And you're not calling
Trigger here a liar, are you?

Okay, fine.
I slept with Lane.

So what?
That's not a crime.

Well, it is if you shot
and killed him.

Actually, just shooting him
would suffice.

I mean, what happened?

You catch your cowpoke Lane...
or whatever his name is...

Poking someone else?

He told me his name is Lane.
That's all I know.

And he wasn't my cowpoke.

We met on the rodeo circuit,
knocked boots a few times.

- That doesn't mean I killed him.
- Doesn't mean you didn't.

Especially since you don't seem
that broken up

that your boot-knocking cowboy
is dead.

Ridin' and shootin' is how
I deal with grief, detective.

You gotta get back on
that horse.

Is that how you won
that belt buckle,

shootin' and ridin'?

First rodeo I ever won.

Stand to win another
at tomorrow's rodeo.

It's got a pretty good purse.

Might just win some good money.

Well, you certainly need it.

According to your financials,

this ranch
is circling the drain.

My ranch is doing just fine.

We've hit a rough patch is a.

We got a plan
to get with the times.

We're gonna go organic.

You make more money
with less cattle.

Well, you certainly have
less cattle.

And quite a bit less land.

According to your records,

your brother got out last year.

Sold his half, moved to Hawaii.

But not you?

'Cause I'm not a quitter.

Look, this land has been in
my family for five generations.

- I would do anything to keep it that way.
- Like kill Lane

when he refused to help you
steal Willa's cattle.

Willa's the one who steals...
Land and cattle.

She's been doing it for years.

She slaps her brand on anything and
everything as fast as she can steal it...

- doesn't make it hers.
- But she couldn't have been happy

that one of her ranch hands
was sleeping with the enemy.

So she tells him
if he wants to keep his job,

he has to stop seeing you.

He chose her.
You shot him.

That's not what happened.

But I wouldn't
put it past Willa

to think of Lane
as her property.

Like I said, she brands it
as fast as she can steal it.

Willa: So, do I look like
the kind of woman

that would kill a man
over jealousy?

Roped and killed a man,
actually.

And I imagine it would take
a certain type of person

that can lead an animal
to slaughter.

I'm feeding people, detective.

I make no apologies about that,

especially to a man
who looks like

he knows his way around
a good cut of beef. [ Cow lows ]

And he's not gonna belly up to
a baked potato all by himself.

No, probably not.

He's lucky he's dumb enough
not to know what's coming.

Well, now, bovine are
surprisingly intelligent.

They interact in
a very complex manner.

They form social hierarchies.
They even hold grudges.

And we all know
where that leads.

That's direct.
I like that in a man.

[ Chuckles ] We'll see.

I did not kill that ranch hand.

Well, you certainly got enough
land for him to, uh, hand.

In fact,
like this old map shows,

your ranch has tripled in size
since the 1830s,

which would go in line with
those reports of cattle rustling

against you and your family,
going back decades.

Just because Holly Harper
accuses me of that

doesn't make it true.

Cattle ranching is
a very tough business,

and, well, the Harpers
have made some foolish choices.

But you can't stop people
from being foolish,

- and you certainly can't kill over it.
- Even someone foolish enough

to work for you
but sleep with the enemy?

None of my business
who that drifter slept with.

Well, it might've been
if Lane was double-crossing you.

A couple rolls in the hay
and he tells Holly

that you were stealing cattle.
You find out,

so you send Lane
out to the border, alone,

to mend a fence,
and you shoot him.

That's not what happened.

So unless you got something

other than hearsay
and accusations,

I got to get back to work.

Unless, of course,
you'd like to do the honors.

Callie: Oh, my God.
It is so hot here.

Miranda:
I thought Atlanta was hot.

I'd say it's the humidity,
but let's face it.

It's just hot.

But so beautiful.

Everything is so green
and lush.

And I love
your old neighborhood.

I didn't know
it was on the market.

Do you know someone
who lives there?

No. I used to daydream
when I was a kid

that I lived in that house.

I would pass it every day
on my way home from school

and think about me and
my husband and all of our kids.

All your kids?
How many did you have?

I don't know.
Like five or six.

Did have you guys decide where
you're gonna live after the wedding?

Yeah, Jeff and I are gonna
move in with Jim.

- Was that a tough decision?
- Yeah.

I mean, it's the only house
that Jeff has ever lived in.

But Jim's is bigger

and it's on the water
and it has a pool,

so, miraculously,
Jeff is okay with it.

But you're not?

No, but it definitely
makes more sense.

Well, it doesn't make it
any easier.

Detective.

I got the results back
from the dry white mud

we found on our victim's chaps.

It's pulverized shale

with traces of salt,
quartz, and calcite.

Sounds like every square inch
in Florida, so not much help.

Well, this might help.

Embedded in the rock, we were
also able to identify algae.

Algae?
As in water algae?

The only place where you can
find this type of algae nearby

would be in high ground
near water. Like here.

Hmm. That's miles
from where the body was found.

Begs the question, why was he
out there and what was he doing?

Carlos, want to go for a ride?

Oh, you can't drive out there.

There are no roads,
and the terrain is inhospitable.

Well, then, we'll
just need to find something

that's a little more hospitable
for the terrain.

I didn't know the FDLE
even had a mounted police force.

Yeah, neither did I,

or I'd have never agreed
to coming here with you.

Never agreed to
come out with who?

I am not calling you
"Kemo Sabe."

Oh, come on!

And don't even think
of calling me "Tonto."

[ Chuckles ]

Ha! Do you even know
where we're going?

We're close.

I got Daniel to upload
the GPS coordinates to my phone.

How did settlers of the old west
ever survive

without Google earth?

- Wait. Hold up.
- What?

That.

Easy. Easy.

Hold it. Hold it.
Hold it. Hold it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

There.

Well, it looks like someone's
been here for a while.

It looks like some kind of
remote geological field office.

Soil samples.

With corresponding sites
all along this river.

Hmm.

A ranch hand with an iPad mini?

It's locked.

I'll take it back,
have Daniel crack into it.

Oh. Here you go.

Oh, looks like
his name was Lane,

just not Lane Kneedler.

It's Lane Chatelaine.

Well,
that's one mystery solved.

[ Footsteps approach ] Shh.

What?

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
I'm unarmed.

[ Gun cocks ]

Moses.

Fancy meeting you all the way
out here at Lane's secret camp.

Or maybe not so secret to you.

Yeah.

You did great.

I'm not stupid, detective.

I would never pull a gun
on a cop.

No, just a shotgun that you were
stupid enough to pull on a cop.

Which we will be taking
into evidence.

Look, I told you I thought
you were cattle rustlers.

Well, you're obviously
tracking someone here.

As in these marks you put
in Lane's horseshoes,

making it easier for you
to track him.

But now that he's dead,
the only tracks

you're interested in
are covering your own.

Look, I didn't kill Lane.

And I had no idea he was out
here or running with an alias.

I was only tracking him
because Willa hired me

to keep an eye on her cattle,

see if he was stealing them
for Holly.

And when you found out he was,
you killed him

to get in good
with the boss woman.

Looks like you were
taking sides, huh?

I didn't take sides with Willa.

I would never do that to Holly.

So much for the sun above

and the earth
beneath your feet, huh?

As in the other half
of your heart.

Okay, fine.

Yeah,
I have feelings for Holly.

That's all they were.

We've known each other
since we were kids.

But she was an owner's daughter,
and my people worked the land.

A candle you burned
your whole life, I'm guessing.

So when you tracked Lane's horse
back to Holly's house,

found out where
his cowboy bunked at night...

Then you followed him
the next morning,

lassoed him off his horse,
and shot him dead.

That's not what happened,
I swear.

What can you tell me
about this, then?

Why was Lane Chatelaine...
not Kneedler...

taking soil samples
all along the river?

Was he prospecting,
like for gold?

Gold? No way.

My people lived in this valley
for over 500 years.

If there was gold here,
we would have found it long ago.

All right,
well, what about this logo?

You seen this before?

Nope. Never.
I swear.

And I had no idea this campsite
was even out here

until I followed your tracks
and found you here.

If Lane was up to something
other than cattle rustling,

I had no idea.

Miranda: When you graduate,

you will literally have your
pick of residencies to match.

Callie: - I know.
- Thank you.

And what an amazing
opportunity.

I mean, you must have learned
a ton from Dr. Hardy.

He was bigger on letting you
learn things for yourself.

Ironically, for a guy
who's not big on boundaries,

he taught me a valuable lesson

on how to keep
some emotional distance.

Yeah, that's a hard one.

I mean, you see people hurting,
you want to help.

But you've got to establish
that line.

Otherwise,
you're not helping anyone.

[ Cellphone rings ]

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Diane, just calm down.

Okay,
I'll meet you there in 20.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah. There's an emergency at Well-Core.

- You want me to come with you?
- No. Stay. Enjoy yourself.

Um, I'll meet you at the party.

You promised me he'd be okay.

First of all, I didn't
promise you anything.

He has
an abdominal perforation,

about two to three
centimeters deep.

He's having severe chest pain
and difficulty breathing.

He needs to be prepped
for surgery.

Surgery?
No one can know about this.

Your husband had what was
a superficial wound.

Now he needs surgery
or he could die.

What did you and Rich do
after you left my house?

Diane.

Nothing.
Nothing.

- Rich just had something he had to do.
- Oh, my God.

I told him that you said
to stay off his feet,

but he said he had to
do this thing

before the cops
come poking around.

Rich: [ Groans ]

Go tell your husband
that you love him

and that you'll be here
when he gets out.

Ah!

Baby, I love you.

I'll be here when you get out.

All right, you're fine.
Just hold on.

Watch your back!

You're one to talk.

Your husband and Rich did way
worse things, and you know it.

Yeah, which is why
he's my ex-husband

and why my son has to be
flown off by a U.S. Marshal

to God knows where

just so he can have
a relationship with his father.

You know what? I'm sorry.
I can't help you, Diane.

Callie, don't leave.

Diane, I can't do this.

Callie, please.

I c... I have people
waiting for me.

Let's... we'll go and wait
for him in the lounge.

Whoa. Whoa.

What the hell are you and
your men doing on my property?

Well, the crime techs are trying
to find evidence of murder.

And I was looking for these.

Yeah, those aren't mine. I know.
They're Lane's.

As in, left at the front door

while he done did that there
courtin' of you inside.

Unless you're
into that kind of thing.

- And what are you talking about?
- You lied to me.

Said you didn't fraternize
with your ranch hands,

which these spurs
would beg to differ.

Okay, fine.
I slept with Lane.

Doesn't make me guilty
of anything.

Uh, just lying.

And jealousy,
which often leads to murder.

Oh, please, that boy didn't mean
that much to me.

Well, then, why did you hire Moses
to track and follow him?

I didn't. And if you got that from Moses,
that Indian is lying.

Yeah, wow. No shortage
of that going around.

Manus:
The "C" for Chatelaine

stands for
Chatelaine Gas and Oil.

Lane is founder
Robert Chatelaine's grandson.

I spoke to a lawyer
for Chatelaine Oil Company.

He confirmed that Lane was here
working on a deal

to buy all the mineral rights
from Holly's property.

Well, specifically, everything
underneath Holly's property.

So he's a modern-day
prospector.

But not for gold, for oil.

He was actually looking
for this.

Lane had convinced
his grandfather

to expand their business
into fracking.

Hydraulic fracturing
is the process

used to extract oil from shale
deep underground.

From the maps we found
in his tent,

it looks like Lane identified
a possible shale-oil reserve

beneath the valley shared by
both Willa and Holly's ranches.

Well, he was taking soil samples
here along the river.

Fracking requires
millions of gallons of water,

so he was probably tracking
the rivers flow.

I'm thinking this line
he drew here

is where he wanted to drill,
east of the river,

on Willa's land.

Yeah, but according to
the contracts in Lane's tablet,

he wasn't negotiating
with Willa.

He was only negotiating
with Holly.

The entire shale reserve is under both
properties, so it wouldn't matter.

- Anywhere you drill...
- You're fracked.

And Holly was hard up for cash,
which Lane knew.

So when she rejects
his final offer,

he threatens to go to Willa,

a deal that Holly closes down
with a 12-gauge to the chest.

Announcer: Our front runner
for overall champion

needs to beat three seconds
to take the prize money.

Cowboy up... Holly Harper.

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Up-tempo country music plays ]

[ Buzzer ]

No.

Sorry, Holly.
Cowboy down.

You're under arrest.

[ Crowd boos ]

The prize money you just won

isn't nearly enough
to save your property.

But the good news is

that it might be enough
for a retainer

for a good
criminal-defense lawyer.

I didn't murder anyone,
detective.

You were in bed with Lane,
both literally,

when you slept with him,
and figuratively,

when you decided to do a deal
with Chatelaine Oil.

- You were gonna sell Harper ranch.
- Just the mineral rights.

I didn't want to,
but it was the only way

- I could keep the ranch.
- And killing Lane was the only way

to keep him from
doing a deal with Willa

and not lose your ranch
and your dignity in the process.

Look, six addendum,

each inching
in the wrong direction.

I thought he was bluffing.

We were still talking.

If by talking
you mean knocking boots.

It's called negotiations,
detective.

Clearly Lane was trying
to get the price down.

Well, getting something
to go down.

I would have accepted
his offer.

What other choice did I have?

It wasn't a great deal, but it
would help me keep my ranch.

Why would I kill the only person
who could help me

preserve my family's heritage?

That actually makes sense.

What'd the doctor say?
Is Rich gonna be okay?

He had a pneumothorax.

Overexertion caused a small tear
in his wound,

which allowed air to get into
his pleural cavity.

But he's gonna be fine, right?

Yes, I'm sorry.
He's going to be fine.

Thank God.

Thank you, Callie,
for taking care of this.

[ Footsteps approach ]

What are they doing here?

- Can you give us a second?
- Yes, ma'am.

Thanks.

They want to talk
to you and Rich.

You called the cops?

No. It's hospital policy.

Any patient that comes in with
a knife or a gunshot wound...

It was branches.

- He was cutting back trees.
- Okay.

This stops here.

By getting Rich arrested?
That's your idea of help?

By keeping him alive...
that's my idea of help.

You need to stop
lying to yourself

about the way you live,
or looking the other way.

Because next time,
Rich might not be so lucky.

So what happens now?

Just tell the truth.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

Rich will kill me.

It will be much worse for him
if you don't.

Trust me. I know.

[ Dance music playin]

Did you and Callie
just hit it off immediately?

No, actually,
we hated each other at first.

I mean,
she's gorgeous and smart.

- Who wouldn't hate her?
- Right.

But now she's
one of my best friends.

Yeah, who's missing
her own party?

She's here!

Oh! You made it!

- Finally!
Callie: - I am so sorry.

Everything all right?

I don't need to know.
I'm just glad you're here.

Can we get two glasses of
champagne over here, stat?

[ Laughing ] Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Ladies,
can I have your attention?

In case you haven't noticed,
the blushing bride has arrived.

[ All cheer ]

And before we get too drunk

to remember
the rest of this evening,

I want to make a toast.

To Callie Cargill...
soon to be Mrs. Jim Longworth...

All: Aw!

Our beautiful, generous,

and smart-as-hell
friend and co-worker,

who is about to start

a new and exciting
chapter of her life,

with a loving, funny, and...

Can we say it, ladies?...
hot new man,

who deserves
nothing but the best in life,

'cause the best is what Callie
brings out in all of us.

Cheers!

All: Cheers!

Oh, yeah!

Woman:
You're gonna wear it!

Really?

[ Laughter ]

[ Laughter ]

Jim: So, Moses Clearwater
has a record?

According to Quaqua Nation
Tribal Police.

Assault and battery.

Last year, Moses beat up
an oil executive

because he was
surveying the land,

looking for a place to drill.

Huh.
That is interesting.

I didn't know Moses
owned any land.

Mm-hmm.
He doesn't.

This looks like a map of
Willa and Holly's properties.

From back in the day,

when all this
belonged to Quaqua Nation.

Today the only thing
the Quaqua have left

- is a 40-acre reservation.
- That's it?

Well, the Quaqua Indians
still feel

- that all this land is rightfully theirs.
- Including Moses.

Enough to put an oil executive
in the hospital over it.

So not hard to believe
that he'd kill Lane Chatelaine

to stop him
from fracking on land

that he still considers
Quaqua land.

Let's hope a judge agrees.

I've requested for an expedited
warrant for Moses' arrest.

Well, with the reservation
that close,

that might not be
expeditious enough.

Wait, wait, wait.
Where are you going?

To cut him off at the pass.

[ Siren chirps ]

Hyah! Hyah!

[ Tires screech ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Tires squeal ]

You know you're under arrest,
right?

Not on this side, detective.

Your tin's no good
on Quaqua land.

Hu that is true.

[ Horse whinnies ]

Mmm.

There we go.

But this is.

Moses Clearwater...

You're under arrest for
the murder of Lane Chatelaine.

You like that, don't you?

All thIs time, I thought Lane's
murder was about cowboy justice,

but really
it was about Indian pride.

You weren't about to let anyone
"frack" with you or your land.

My people were here long before
the Harpers, the Garbetts,

or any other Florida Crackers.

- Which is how you justified killing Lane.
- I didn't kill Lane.

But if I had,
I would have been justified.

For 500 years, the Quaqua
have protected this land,

even after the white man
stole it from us,

raped and pillaged
its natural resources,

systematically destroyed it.

That's the problem
with you white people.

You never learn, and you
damn sure never listen.

I'm sorry,
did you say something?

I said I didn't kill Lane.

Well, I'll be damned.

It's a river.

Lane drew a line on a map
that we thought

was where he believed
the shale line was.

But according to this
Quaqua Nation map,

there used to be a river here.

Still is a river there,
it's just an underground one.

Underground?

In 1838, the Pulacuam River
was dammed,

diverting it west about 40 miles
into the Kissimmee River.

That underground river marks
the Pulacuam's original flow.

Well, why didn't you
just say that?

Why didn't I just say what?

And you say we don't listen.

What are you doing?

Taking my handcuffs back.

I'm gonna need them if I want to
arrest Lane's killer.

Oh, and, um, if I was you,

I'd say something
before it's too late.

Daniel?

Yeah, I need you to look
into something for me.

Yeah.

This your bridle, Willa?

You ought to learn
to keep your hands

off other people's property.

Oh, I could say
the same thing to you.

All right, detective,
what is it that you want?

I always wondered
how you break a horse.

Well, you just keep
gettin' back on

until the horse gives up.

And that was the problem
with Lane.

He never gave up.

He was determined
to frack your land,

which I now know
belongs to Holly.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, but I think you do.
And so did Lane.

He figured it out

after he discovered
the underground river.

You know, the one he found
using those soil samples,

matched them to the original
topographical boundaries,

which prove that Holly's family
actually owned all of this,

including most of your ranch.

Well, that...
that is ridiculous

because this ranch
has been in my family

since, well,
the beginning of Florida.

Well, then, since the beginning of
Florida, you've been trespassing.

See? According to the department
of deeds and records,

the original Kissimmee River
was the boundary,

not the river 40 miles over
after you dammed it.

Well, your fifth-generation
Crackers dammed it.

Leaving you a lot less land

and Lane no reason
to really negotiate with Holly.

Well, even if a word of that
was true,

I would never sell my rights to
a dirty business like fracking.

Which worked out perfect
for Lane,

because he had no interest
in buying it.

Once he discovered
that underground river,

realized that the Garbetts
had laid claim

to thousands of acres of land
that they never legally owned,

well, then he didn't
have to pay a dime.

That shale reserve exists
under the entire valley.

All he needed from you
were your mineral rights

and land enough to drill.

But rather than
being blackmailed

into signing off on that,

or risk the truth
actually coming out,

well, then you lassoed
your cowpoke,

filled him full of lead.

Well, look at that.
There's no truth to hide.

This is squatter's rights.
It's clear and out in the open.

Except...

"If the legal owner
is not aware

that the land
that's been squatted on

was theirs
in the first place."

Like your family
damming that river

with the Harpers not knowing
that the original boundary line

was actually
the river underground.

Well, that just sounds like
one tall tale

that the ranch hands tell
around the campfire.

That's a good story,
but none of it's true.

All right.
We'll see about that.

And what are you doing?

Getting back on the horse.

That's blood.

Lane's, I'm guessing,

after you shot him.

So once I match this
with Lane's DNA,

I've got you dead to rights.

I knew Lane
was nothing but trouble.

Honey, I wasn't about to let
that carpetbagging tenderhorn

come in here
and take my land away from me.

Like you took it away
from Holly?

Well, now I'm gonna take
something away from you...

Your freedom.

[ Chuckles ]

Giddyup, now.

Holly: So, is it true?

What? That Willa's land
really belongs to you

or that Moses
is in love with you?

Uh, the land.

The other, I think
I've always known.

[ Chuckles ]

Thanks.

Oh, no need to thank me.

Breaking suspects is what I do.

Hey. Popcorn's up.

Thank you.

After last night, I don't think
I'm ever drinking again.

[ Chuckles ] - That bad, huh?
- Yeah.

- Or that good.
- No.

Come on. You can't expect
to crawl into bed

smelling like Mardi Gras
and expect me not to ask.

Spill.
How was the bachelorette party?

It was just like any other
night out with the girls.

I am a trained professional,
okay?

I will get this out of you.

Oh, I'd like to see you try,
mister.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Everything okay?

Yeah.
No, it's, uh, Carlos.

I better reply.

Do you want to get started
on the movie? Okay.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Everything okay with you?

Yeah.

[ Intro plays ]