- ♪♪ - (AUGUST MUTTERS)
♪ I was getting wrong, you were getting right ♪
- ♪ I was making time ♪
♪ For you to go your own way ♪
(AUGUST CHUCKLES)
♪ You better act your age, hope you see the light ♪
♪ And I know in time ♪
♪ You're gonna get there, honey...
♪ Good morning, kiddos.
Whoa.
That-that looks, uh... ambitious.
Is this a...
a blowtorch?
Wh...
Relax, I'm supervising.
- Ah!
- Oh...
- That is a hot skillet.
- Ah, hmm-hmm, ah.
Yeah, it is.
And even hotter pancakes.
I put some of Mawline's spicy jam in there.
Are they still camping?
Uh, my best guess is they've probably checked into the Driskill Hotel by now.
Uh, Stella, by the way, they wanted me to tell you good luck.
And, sweetie?
Your Laredo game, I'm..
(IMITATING WALKER)
: I'm gonna try my best to make it to the game.
- Yes.
- Clean your room.
Hey, that skirt's too short.
(IMITATING STELLA)
: Ugh.
Dad!
AUGUST: Hey, if you can't make it to the game, uh, I can just show it to you when we get back from Laredo.
- I'm filming it with Ruby.
- Ruby?
This the same Ruby that told you to crash my undercover operation?
She didn't tell me to.
So, anyways, we are supposed to be filming the dance next Friday.
But I'm, uh, I'm thinking about asking her to go.
Yeah?
You don't think she'll say yes?
I think that is a tricky question.
Can we talk about something simpler?
Like g*n control?
Or Dad's DPS hearing?
Wow.
Very funny.
You're out of luck on that one.
It was postponed.
Uh, which I do have to check on.
Uh, Augie... be careful.
All right.
Stella, sweetie, you'll be great.
Okay.
I'll see y'all soon.
God, you weird-smile when you text him.
No, I don't.
- (SCOFFS)
- Shut up.
(KNOCKING)
- Hey.
(LAUGHS)
Yep.
- Trey.
- What, you hurt your hand again?
- Nah.
Good to see you, man.
- Good to see you, too.
- Ow.
Yeah.
No, don't even tell me.
You actually did hurt it?
You're a little too committed to this bit, my man.
Okay, it's not a bit.
I-I burnt it at breakfast.
But...
by the way, aren't you supposed to be driving my kids to Laredo, Coach?
Yeah, yeah.
I'm-I'm heading out right now.
You, uh, you checking in on Micki?
- Yeah.
Uh...
How's she doing?
- I don't know.
How would you feel if your mom got arrested on her way to do a psych eval on your partner for their anger issues?
- MICKI: Hey.
- Micki.
Babe, I'm out.
- All right.
- Bye, babe.
Hey.
I, uh, just came to ask about your mom.
Yeah.
Apparently she's being detained in San Antonio for a DWI hit-and-run.
I don't buy it.
She doesn't even drink...
her whole MO is accountability,
- which really doesn't jive with hitting or running.
- Yeah.
I'm with you there.
Though, if she were convicted it would make life easier on you.
Uh...
I hope you're joking.
Walker, I'm just...
I'm still.... reeling.
I'll come with you.
San Antonio.
- I don't need backup.
- It's not backup.
Look, if I go, we can make this an official case, since it doesn't involve anyone from my family.
And so what am I?
- Just a silent observer?
- You know what?
We'll come up with a creative title for you along the way.
Okay, well, just nothing with "assistant" in it.
No, no.
Take however long you need, Walker.
Things are, uh, pretty slow here at the office.
I appreciate it, James... uh, Captain.
All right.
Mm.
It ain't easy lying to your brother, I will tell you that.
I know.
I'm lying to him and Bret.
But what can we say right now?
Oh, hey, maybe Carlos Mendoza wasn't the slam-dunk perp that we all thought he was?
Well, any prosecutor would've called that a slam dunk.
I just don't understand why an innocent man would continue to lie about k*lling Emily.
Well, that's why we're here, isn't it?
Since Geri is MIA.
That drone footage has her two miles away the night of.
Not a lot Geri could tell us anyway.
Other than why she was making sketchy payments to an art gallery through her bar.
If we can't follow Geri, then we follow the money.
♪♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Almost done with the bags?
Yeah, almost.
(QUIETLY)
: No thanks to you.
Here you go.
(CHATTER CONTINUES)
_ Hey.
Any word from that friend of yours?
Mm-mm.
No.
Hey, Ruby.
Check this out.
Hey, you brought the big g*ns.
Hey, yep.
Oh, so I was actually thinking..
for the dance we're supposed to cover next week, if, uh, I could...
- Ah...
- Oh, hey.
Perfect timing.
This is our newest A/V member.
Todd, August was just talking
- about the dance next week.
- Ah.
- Same one I'm taking you to, Rubes?
- Yeah.
Um, I was just going to say that I...
could film it alone, so that you guys could go to the dance together.
BEL: Augie, can you help me with my camera?
- Yeah.
- I think it's broken.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)
Just thought it looked like you didn't want to be there while "Rubes" was happening.
Oh.
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, that?
No.
A bunch of kids go to the dance together just as friends, so...
Right...
Listen, I've been there.
It sucks when somebody gives you fireworks but you can't give them back.
COACH BOBBY: All right, girls.
Let's get a move on.
(SCOFFS SOFTLY)
Is that your, uh...
- Water boy.
- Oh.
(QUIETLY): Thirsty, aren't we?
Hey, what happened?
We almost left without you.
Aw, were you worried?
Should I be?
Duke ruined our family.
He's the reason your mom is dead.
And we're not just gonna let that sit, now, are we?
STELLA: Should I be worried?
Course not.
Let's go.
(SIREN WAILS)
Hey.
- Hey.
- What'd you get?
Case file.
Bail just cleared, my mom should be out any minute.
You know, I still don't understand how this got pinned on her.
Racial profiling, maybe?
Mexican-American driving a fancy car?
Look, all I know is ACLU's gonna have
- a field day when they hear about this.
- Hey.
Mom, thank God.
You bailed me out?
(EXHALES)
I've already called someone else.
You shouldn't have come here, Micki.
All right, I'm sorry.
My mom's accused - of a nonsense crime...
- Micki, stop.
Look, I called some people, we'll get the press involved,
- it's gonna be...
- I told you to stop.
No calls, no press.
I will take care of this myself.
Micki...
I did it.
♪♪ WALKER: Huh.
So that's it, huh?
Your childhood home?
Wait, wait, wait.
We're not gonna go in, Walker.
We're just...
we're just gonna keep an eye out in case she does something weird.
We're spying on your mom?
(LAUGHS)
Look, I know you want to believe Adriana is innocent, but she said it herself...
Yeah, I heard her, and I don't believe her.
There was blood at the crime scene, Micki.
The report said it matched your mom's.
It was an incomplete DNA profile; that would never hold up in court.
You know what will hold up in court?
Adriana pleading guilty.
That's case closed.
Look, if she was involved in an accident where enough blood was collected, we'd see bruises at the very least.
Maybe...
that's what her scarves are for.
Look, even if you're right...
which you're not...
it still doesn't explain the bracelet they found at the scene.
Patron saint for addicts.
So...
So, my mother would never wear a religious pendant.
She calls the church "The Organized Mafia of Sainthood".
- It's just not her.
- Micki...
I know what it's like to go after things that don't make sense to you.
But listen, if-if they make sense to everyone around you, maybe you should listen.
It's like, uh, "Rocco's Radio", right?
The simplest explanation is usually the truth.
It's a famous principle.
That's Occam's Razor, you chump.
How did I work so much harder than you and end up with the same job?
Maybe because I can spot a suspect leaving their premises while you would rather ramble on about a razor.
- Okay.
- (STARTS ENGINE)
♪♪ (EXCITED CHATTER)
TREY: Go, Stacy.
All right.
We're doing this.
(LAUGHS)
So...
uh, you and my sister?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Is it...
is it weird for you?
Uh, it's fine.
It's not...
it's not like I'm her dad or anything.
Well, sometimes I, uh, I am.
But I'm-I'm fine.
I'm fine.
But also curious.
'Cause, like, how do you...
I mean, how do we guys...
Dude, spill it.
How do I get a girl to like me?
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, man, I can teach you how to get a girl to like you, little guy.
Dude, we are literally the same height.
We're at a place with a pool.
This calls for the UV- method.
Okay, but it's, like, freezing outside...
Whatever.
The point is there are vacation vibes.
Works indoors, too.
So when you're downstairs by the pool, or not the pool, make sure to find that right light angle.
From the Sun, or the bulb.
Either works.
And how does one do that, you ask?
- We didn't.
- degrees.
That's the angle deviation from the light's incoming rays and it looks kick-ass when it hits your shades.
Okay, Billy, is that even true?
Nobody should wear shades indoors.
It's physics.
Of course it's true.
So, find that exact angle and walk % slower than you normally do.
Girls won't be able to tell, which makes it the perfect slo-mo walk.
Right.
But, like, that's not something that I-I would usually do.
- So?
- So?
I mean, what's the point of doing it if it's not the real me?
Gotta say, I didn't peg you as a contemporary abstract fan.
I'm not.
But sometimes you don't know what you're looking for until you see it.
Right?
JAMES: Hola.
¿Estás abierto?
Um... un momento.
Would you mind filling this out?
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
Hi.
Hola.
Uh, Spanish, English or...
(LAUGHS)
Whatever lo Que tú quieres.
- That's a good one.
- (LAUGHS)
I was just passing by the store.
It looked interesting, so...
It's a gallery, not a store.
Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.
I mean, you sell art here, right?
- Yes.
- Okay, I hate to break it to you, but this is a store.
(LAUGHS)
And what are you, a lawyer?
No, no, no, I'm, uh...
I am whatever lo Que tú quieres.
(LAUGHS)
Nice.
WALKER: You know this place?
MICKI: No, but I know this isn't the safest neighborhood.
What the hell are you doing, Mom?
Ooh, maybe she's a drug dealer and this is her stash house.
(SIGHS)
Or maybe Adriana is visiting a friend, and what all this means is you don't really know her that well.
I used to.
Even then, at least we knew we always had each other.
She used to say the hardest days
was when I'd cry and scream all night and...
(TROLLEY BELL DINGING)
...
the only thing that would calm me down
was watching the trolleys with her.
Made me feel safe.
Loved.
Like no one else was there and nothing else mattered.
And then, at some point, something...
changed between us.
She...
She just kept wanting to protect me, and I wanted to protect others.
You must think I'm being crazy, don't you?
I think...
you care.
I think you want to make her proud because, deep down, you want her to finally understand your choices.
And if you care that much...
enough to share all that with me...
then why don't we prove to Adriana that you're right?
So, first question: Why would Adriana lie?
Well, she's pretty notorious for taking down cops and agents, Rangers.
(SIGHS): Okay, uh, we can dance with that.
Why would she need to protect herself?
Maybe someone in San Antonio has something on her.
No, or maybe someone in San Antonio is threatening her.
Yeah.
All right, that tracks.
(CLEARS THROAT)
I'll have Connie send over all your mom's old cases.
What?
You got my six all of a sudden?
All of a sudden?
(LAUGHS)
I'm a hundred miles from home, Ramirez.
I always got your six.
We just needed to find an angle first.
(QUIET CHATTER)
AUGUST: It's all right.
It's just one game.
I didn't know you spoke Spanish.
Sí. (LAUGHS)
And, uh, I'm also filming the game, so, uh, you can just take it home and watch it with your folks.
It's not gonna matter.
Oh, I know.
D is different than video.
No.
They're not home.
They're in Mexico.
They would've been deported.
They didn't want to drag me into it, so...
- here we are.
- Bel, I'm...
- I'm so sorry.
I-I didn't know that.
- Nobody does.
You're the first person I told.
You've been going through this all alone.
Damn.
This sucks.
What sucks is that I'm so close to them and we can't even hug.
We can't even...
anything.
It's called Thirsty Balls, and it's this underground, secret keg scrimmage that we do every year.
It's stupid, but it's fun and...
You somewhere else?
No.
No, I'm here.
If you didn't want to come,
- you really didn't have to.
- No, I did.
Do.
Do.
But you're right.
There-there is something wrong.
Yesterday, I had a weird talk with my dad.
And he just kind of got into my head and under my skin.
I'm sorry, I-I really just didn't want to lay it on you.
It-it's weird because the only reason I came here was to be close to him, but sometimes all I want to be is as far away as I can.
It's not weird.
I get it.
But you shouldn't have to leave just because of him.
He's the one in jail.
Speaking from experience...
... it's not our job to inherit our dads' baggage.
WALKER: Mercedes Ruiz?
My name's Cordell Walker.
I'm a Texas Ranger.
This is my social services a-appointee.
- What do you want?
- We would like to know the purpose of your visit with Dr. Ramirez.
She's my therapist.
I called her because I needed help.
Help with what?
That's something between a doctor and the patient.
Something social services should know.
- Is that all?
- WALKER: Actually, um, Ms. Ruiz, if there's anything important you can share with us...
Dr. Ramirez is a good woman.
That's all that's important.
And I'm on my way out.
♪♪ Any leads?
Yeah, two or three, uh...
dozen.
(SIGHS, MUTTERS)
Turns out Adriana has more enemies with a badge than we thought.
(SIGHS): Okay.
Let's say you're my mom and you get a cop suspended, yeah?
- Okay.
- Guy's pissed, he uses his connections to frame her, making her unable to testify in court again.
And he becomes a hero with powerful people, and now she is too scared
- to come forward.
- That's good.
All right, let's think on that.
Not yet.
You're gonna want to wait.
Ah.
All right, let's see what you got.
Oh, my God.
(MUMBLES)
(LAUGHS)
Right?
Where did you find out about this place?
The guy who runs it is an old friend of mine.
You have other friends?
Yes, Walker, I do.
I mean, he's not, like, a friend-friend.
He's the first guy I ever arrested.
- Shut up.
- Yeah.
I mean, I guess I kind of helped him turn his life around a bit, but this is all him.
Look who's got a little Adriana in her.
- Mm, come on.
- I'm serious.
You know, your mom, uh, she risked a longer sentence to visit that Mercedes woman because she needed help.
She went above and beyond to take care of someone.
I mean, isn't that the same thing you're doing?
- Oh, wow.
- Hmm?
Yo, check out this guy.
Officer Mike Stevenson.
License suspended last year, and he got it back a month later.
And look at those phone records.
WALKER: Lot of calls to Adriana.
- Harassment?
- Looks like it.
He's got the connects and the know-how.
All right, Walker, finish your tacos.
We got a date with a boy in blue.
Ah.
Twist my arm.
- VICTORIA: Yes, and, well,
I opened the place a few years ago, but it was only recently that it started to take off.
Oh.
Why do you think that is?
Well, I don't know.
You tell me.
You're the one buying.
Although, are you?
Because it's been a while, and you have yet to show interest in anything here.
No, no, I want...
I want to get something.
I just don't know a lot about art.
It's kind of hard to make a decision.
Well, you don't have to know a lot about things to know you want them.
Oh.
(LAUGHS)
- You're, like...
- (LAUGHS)
Sorry.
- I thought I was getting a vibe.
- There...
No, there's...
there's a vibe.
I just, uh...
I'm recently divorced.
I haven't had, uh...
Got it.
Well, give me your phone.
(LAUGHS)
I don't bite.
Now you have my phone number.
For when you make a decision.
Fair enough.
Adios.
Adios.
(LINE RINGING)
MAN (ON PHONE): Hello?
I don't know why, but the guy who put my uncle in prison was just here.
(LAUGHTER, EXCITED CHATTER)
BEL: Welcome to Thirsty Balls, Laredo's finest underground soccer match.
Okay, it's not really a match.
It's a party.
But it's also a game.
That's the sh*t for sh*t Arena.
That's the Alice in Wonderland Beer Pong.
(CHEERING)
And that's the Penalty Kick.
Miss it...
and you got to eat the worm.
Uh... uh, what?
BEL: Mm-hmm.
Yo, Todd!
Want to worm up?
(TODD LAUGHS)
You know it!
(EXHALES)
Having fun?
Uh, I mean, yeah, the party might not be my type of style, but, uh, the guests are.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm getting a drink.
- You want one?
- I'm good.
(CHUCKLES)
I see you chose being yourself.
Yeah, well, I mean, it's kind of hard to catch that degrees of sunlight when it's cloudy out right now.
I mean, besides, the only people who wear sunglasses indoors are idiots.
- You know?
- TODD: Okay, you ready?
(LAUGHTER)
- Todd.
Yeah.
- Yeah.
(CHEERING, LAUGHTER)
MICKI: Officer Stevenson.
(SIGHS)
Trespassing onto a police officer's property?
Now, who in the hell does that?
Someone who has questions about Dr.
Ramirez.
Micki, right?
Maybe your reputation in San Antonio
- is bigger than you thought.
- Calm down.
She was good, but not that good.
(BOTH LAUGH)
- (CLEARS THROAT)
- It's her reputation with her mother.
That's how I know who you are.
You're a big deal to her, which matters a big deal to me.
MICKI: I'm sorry, y-you don't even know me.
I know you better than you think.
Like, as a child, you wouldn't eat hearts of palm because you thought that they were real hearts.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
You say that your favorite movie is Fargo, when, in fact, I know...
- Nope.
Don't you dare.
- Hey, hey, let him finish.
I won't.
'Cause she'll get mad if I tell you.
Ah...
It's just another thing I know about you.
It's not what you think.
WALKER: No, it's not.
I get it.
He's not harassing your mom, he...
I got the steaks, honey!
"Honey"?
What?
He's dating her.
I guess we're all having steaks tonight.
Uh, I knew I liked you, Mike.
Every sale here is to an address in Austin.
That's strange, right?
I mean, art gallery in Mexico, not a single local purchase?
I don't know, you tell me.
Aren't you the one who spent
- four days talking to the owner?
- Hey.
I was just trying to buy us some time.
Well, you bought us way more than we needed.
And I'm not judging, it's just that we are here on a mission,
- so we can't lose focus.
- All right, you want focus?
Look at this address, that one down there.
Northside Nation, Texas g*ng.
- These are their business fronts?
- Yep.
So we think Emily pissed off a crime syndicate?
Well, we don't know that yet, but if Northside has a hand in it, then I get why Mendoza's not talking.
(QUIETLY): Oh, my God.
I need a drink.
My brother was right to want to keep digging
- and we should've let him.
- I know.
Carlos could have been free a long time ago.
Just 'cause we reopened the case doesn't mean we're gonna get different outcome or a different man in prison, all right?
Still, Cordell deserves to hear it from us in person the second we get back.
You know what?
I stopped drinking when I became captain but I ain't the captain of Mexico. Make it dos.
I just don't get it.
How can someone who hates cops date a cop?
Listen, processing is our entire life's journey.
So I'd say you're off to a good start.
Yeah?
Well, how long did it take you to do that with Officer Mike over there?
Because you've been processing since I joined the Army and we've gotten nowhere.
- Okay.
That's not all on me.
- (SIGHS)
Children like you have fundamental difficulties seeing your parents as anything other than caretakers.
Okay.
Uh, just three.
Adriana doesn't drink.
- Except for the, uh, slipup last week.
- Right.
I was about to get rid of all my booze after her accident, but she insisted that I keep it.
"Her failure shouldn't affect my liquor cabinet".
(LAUGHS)
Sounds familiar.
Her daughter gave me a taste of that.
Uh...
Micki took me to task prepping me for Adriana's psych eval.
I let my emotions get the best of me when I was handling a perp.
- I'm not proud of it.
- Hmm.
That sounded almost like a breakthrough.
But it's not about what happens in court, it's about what happens after that counts.
- MIKE: Hmm.
- Yes, ma'am.
(CHUCKLES)
You have any advice on how I can avoid the same mistake again?
As long as you don't mind the psychobabble.
Oh, and that's my cue.
Mike, you mind helping me with the grill?
- Sure.
- MICKI: I just want to tell you how much I appreciate you being there for my mom.
Especially after the accident.
Just must have been really tough seeing her with bruised ribs and-and a cut and...
Her shoulder.
She hurt her shoulder, not her ribs.
Right.
My mistake.
Still, that must have been a tough conversation to have.
You know, you, a cop, your girlfriend's in a hit-and-run.
- Did she admit it straightaway or...
- O-Okay.
I-I made a mistake.
And now I'm trying to make amends.
Is that so hard to believe?
I'm just trying to find an explanation that actually makes sense.
And I gave you one already.
(PHONE RINGING)
MICKI: Sorry, I-I start a question
- and I can't stop.
- Trey.
Hey.
Hey.
Yeah, I got an issue.
- All the kids are gone.
- WALKER: What?
- Really?
- TREY: Yeah, I don't know.
- They must've snuck out.
- Okay.
You know, we'll just find out where they are.
- I'll head there right now.
- Yeah, I'm on it.
Okay.
I just want to put this mistake behind me now.
Please let me.
Hey, um, that was Trey.
Uh, there's been a situation with the kids.
I am so sorry.
I-I have to leave.
- Can I take your truck?
- No, I'll go with you.
- I...
I'm...
I can handle this.
- Hey.
Now I got your six, partner.
Okay?
Give me a second.
So sorry we have to run and, um, I will leave you and this whole thing alone.
I promise.
Be careful.
Mike, take care of her.
I know where you live!
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
(SQUEALING, LAUGHING)
- AUGUST: Let's go, Stella.
- Stella, she's on a streak.
Passes to Bel...
- Come on, Stella.
- ...who sh**t.
- (CHEERING)
- TREVOR: Scores!
Alley-oop!
(CLEARS THROAT)
Up top.
(ENGINE REVS)
(MEN WHOOPING)
AUGUST: Hey, uh, i-is this a part of Thirsty Balls?
I-I never played the game before.
(SHOUTING, LAUGHTER)
Ah.
Why'd you stop?
We came to play.
We were just leaving.
Oh, don't be a buzzkill.
You see, this is Northside Nation land.
and we didn't get a party invite.
So, if you leave, well, I got to collect the field fee.
Them's the rules.
We don't got nothing to pay with so we're just gonna go.
Ah.
You got plenty to pay with.
Listen, I get it.
If I was your age and still lived with my parents I wouldn't want to go home, either.
(MEN OOHING, LAUGHTER)
Brass balls on this one, huh?
I got an idea.
Let's play for it.
If any one of you can score on me, we'll leave.
Who can score on me?
- I can.
- Stella...
- Stella, don't.
- Whatever.
If it makes these idiots go.
OSWALD: Feisty.
Now, I like that.
Stella...
Give it your best sh*t.
(LAUGHTER)
- (WHOOPS)
- Bull's-eye!
(MEN CHEERING)
STELLA: No!
Trevor!
- MAN: Come on, man.
- Trevor, come on.
Trevor!
- AUGUST: Trevor, come on.
- Stop!
There you go.
There you go.
(g*ns CLICKING)
- (HORNS HONKING)
- We got company!
WALKER: Get the kids to safety behind those bounds, all right?
- Stay there till I say.
- On your right!
Here we go.
(GIRL SCREAMS)
♪ Look what I've become... ♪
Everyone, go!
Get behind the dunes now!
Go, go, go, go, go!
♪ Looking like a devil's son ♪
Come on, go, go!
♪ Look what I've become ♪
♪ Am I still your chosen one? ♪
Hey, where you going, girl?
It's okay to be scared, sweetheart.
Of what?
A bunch of lowlives who get off by scaring kids?
Not really scared of that, sweetheart.
♪ Hate me ♪
♪ Fuel me... ♪
Run!
Get out of here!
- Go, go, go, go, go, go!
- MAN: Move out!
- Get it, get it.
- Step on it, man.
Get out of here!
Go!
(GRUNTING)
Duke.
♪ We give birth to disturbance ♪
♪ We are plague, every one of us... ♪
Look, uh, he-he had this.
♪ We are cursed, yeah... ♪
Get behind the mounds.
Stay with the group.
♪ Look what I've become... ♪
You, you're coming with me.
(EXHALES)
High school games were a bit different in my day.
Thanks for the help.
I've had run-ins with a few of these fellas in the past.
Northside Nation.
Yeah, no, I'm, uh, I'm familiar.
We, uh, took down a faction in Austin once.
Though, those arrests lacked tonight's pizzazz.
I'll be sure to make note of that.
We have space in the cruisers to take the kids back to the hotel, but, uh, we're a few seats short.
Uh, we'll take mine.
The shutterbug and the redhead outside, those are my kids.
Of course she's yours.
Your little girl was out here looking for some trouble.
As soon I'm out, I'll find her, and I'll give her the kind of trouble she's looking for.
I bet she'll like it.
WALKER: You know what?
You just picked up an extra months behind bars, for violating Statute - - :
Criminalizing the actions of individuals who as*ault officers or their families with threats of v*olence or harassment.
Get him out of my sight.
Wow.
Deescalating and not retaliating?
Color me impressed.
You, uh, did get the statute wrong, by the way.
- I was close.
- No, you weren't.
- TREY: Hey, hey.
- Trey.
Hey.
I'm gonna catch a ride back with LPD.
I, uh, I got to start calling parents.
Of course.
Hey, uh, I appreciate you putting your ass on the line for my kids.
And I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am they ran off.
You made it right.
- That's what counts.
- Yeah.
(HISSES, LAUGHS)
Kidding.
- I got you.
I got you.
- (LAUGHS)
Okay.
Listen, if we ever need a veteran liaison
- with medic experience...
- Get lost, Walker.
- ...
I'll be calling.
- I'm right here.
- (BOTH LAUGH)
- MICKI: Let's drive.
If I wasn't so relieved, I would be cuffing you right now.
What were you thinking?
Were you thinking?
Do you...
Guess I finally figured out what it takes to get you to my games.
Hey, Dad...
just one small thing before we go back to the hotel.
(CHUCKLES): Why'd you have us stop here?
- (PHONE VIBRATES)
- I think your parents are trying to reach you.
(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)
Well, fireworks.
Now you can give them back.
Look, I know it's not the same as seeing your mom and dad in person, but...
How'd you...
Well, Stella gave me their number.
She also helped set this up, too.
I'm so sorry.
I should have realized something sooner.
I mean, I'm your best friend.
Hey, why don't you help her light those puppies off?
- Let's have a show.
- Dude!
(LAUGHS)
BEL (SOFTLY): Whoo!
- (SKYROCKETS LAUNCH)
- (BEL LAUGHS)
- Okay, that was pretty cool.
- Yeah.
♪ We're alone, we're alone... ♪
STELLA: Hey, what you did earlier...
I know, I know.
You should have made that sh*t, but that Laredo goalie was no joke, she was good.
♪ We're alone, we're alone ♪
♪ In this everlasting light... ♪
Go to the dance with me.
Is that a question?
No, not really.
I mean, unless you decide to leave Texas next week.
Nah.
I got a pretty good reason to stay.
(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)
BEL: Mom, it's beautiful.
- That was a nice gesture for Bel.
- (CHUCKLES)
Well, anyone would have done it.
Where'd you get that humility, kid?
Clearly not your dad.
♪ We're alone, alone ♪
♪ In this everlasting light ♪
(LAUGHTER ECHOING)
- (TROLLEY CROSSING BELL CLANGING)
- ♪ We're alone, we're alone ♪
- ♪ In this everlasting light ♪
- (DIALOGUE MUTED)
♪ We're alone, we're alone ♪
♪ In this everlasting light... ♪
Walker, uh...
I'm sorry, I-I gotta go.
Whoa.
Whoa, hold on.
Something wrong?
I just remembered something I've gotta ask my mom in person.
Go ahead.
♪ In our eyes ♪
♪ In our eyes ♪
- ♪ The mirrors of paradise. ♪
- (CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(CAR DRIVING AWAY)
The trolley.
You used to take me there to calm me down at night, but it wasn't just you.
There was another woman.
Who is she?
It's early, Micki.
Who is she?
You know I'm not gonna quit until you tell me.
She's your mother.
♪♪ Mercedes is my sister.
And she's... a drug addict.
When you were born, she tried to get her act together and go to rehab and...
become the mother that you deserved.
So she left you with me.
It was just gonna be for two months, and then two months turned into six months, and then a year, and then...
after three years, she finally came back.
But by that time, it was too late... you were mine. I raised you. She told me that she was clean, but... I knew she wouldn't stay that way. I knew that sooner or later she would drag you down into her mess. So I told her the truth, that... she was no longer your mother and she had to let you go, and she said that she would... if I paid her. She sold me?
- I left town, I changed our names...
- You-you what?
Wait, what's my name?
Your name is Micki Ramirez.
(CRYING): What's my name?
Nina.
Nina Ruiz.
You were born in Carlsbad, New Mexico.
But I raised you here, so she wouldn't find us.
Until she did.
A week ago.
She tracked me to one of my lectures, and she begged me to...
let her see you.
We got into a fight, and...
she drove off, drunk.
And got into that accident.
The one that you said you were guilty of.
I was, in a way.
I was, I was responsible for...
for years of her misery.
I wanted to protect you.
It's... it's complicated.
Only you could have uncomplicated it at any point!
But you chose to lie to me my entire life.
So you wouldn't turn out like her.
That's not your choice to make.
- I'm your mother.
- No.
(SNIFFLES)
I always asked myself, why couldn't I make my mom proud?
And you let me feel that way.
You never had that right.
(MICKI SIGHS HEAVILY)
Micki...
- ♪♪ - (WHISTLE BLOWS)
(GIRLS CHATTERING, LAUGHING)
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
All right, ladies, listen up.
What you went through last night was...
... was fairly intense for a non-wartime setting.
But today's game, let's just...
let's just have fun.
Coach Bobby would never say that.
Right.
What Coach Bobby would do is neglect the fact that he was supposed to be watching you all.
Say hello to your new head coach.
- BOTH: What?!
- Yeah.
Oh, my God!
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
All right, all right, all right.
Let's get warmed up.
Hey.
Lat night was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.
- The fireworks?
- Oh, it was, uh, it was nothing.
I hear people like to do that.
Want to go to the dance?
As friends.
I hear a lot of people do that, too.
TREY: Keep your knees up!
- Higher!
Let's go!
- (TODD GRUNTS)
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
(FRUSTRATED GRUNTING)
Hey, do you need me there?
I'll come to you right now.
No.
(SIGHS)
I just...
want to leave this place, which apparently isn't even my hometown.
God, this is a nightmare.
I-I can't...
imagine.
Micki, uh, i-if you...
Stop.
You don't need to come.
Just...
please don't tell anybody.
I'm not ready for this to be real yet.
Of course.
Yeah.
Uh...
- Thanks, Walker.
- Yeah.
Be safe.
You, too.
♪♪ (EXHALES)
(SIGHS)
Trevor.
Morning, sir.
Morning.
I want to talk to you.
Um...
You know, what you did for my kids...
... that was beyond decent.
That took guts.
I should be thanking you.
For saving all of our lives.
That's my job.
But...
what you did, standing up to that man...
that took bravery.
Didn't feel like it.
I had the sh*t, but I couldn't take it.
That is exactly the bravery I'm speaking of.
Son...
had you taken that sh*t, you have no idea how it would have changed your life.
As someone who's had to do it before, I...
I don't wish it on anyone.
Especially not a young man with his whole life ahead of him.
♪♪ I-I should head... head down there.
- Don't want to slack on my water boy duties.
- Yeah.
Wait, hold on, Trevor.
I'm not done.
I owe you a "what are your intentions with my daughter" chat.
Remind me.
Next time.
- Next time.
- Yeah.
♪♪
(WHISTLE BLOWS IN DISTANCE)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(CHUCKLES)
Good morning, sunshine.
You look worse than I do.
Well, that is saying a lot.
Kept thinking about what we got waiting for us back home.
Don't remind me.
Where'd you park the car?
On a street with other cars.
Yeah, that narrows it down.
Here we go.
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
What the hell?
01x07 - Tracks
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