"[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 hanging' 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 killing' 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 swimming'." "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 losing' 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, mounting' 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 starting' to grow." "Nah, most head-hunters wouldn't even bother." "Most poachers don't partially gut the animal, either..." "Unless they're after something' 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 quitting'?" "[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 hunting' to guide, so, I only got one:" "Keith Dixon." "But he's up in the Big Horns." "Left 2 days ago, to scout fishing' 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, yelling'." "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 hunting' 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."