Walker

Ah. That was good, right?

Oh, yeah.

Think I set a new PR.

You want water, coffee, both?

Definitely both.

Ooh.

- Here you go. - Oh, thank you.

So

- The FBI, Florida... - Mm. Mm-hmm.

Was it like,

"Gators on my porch, I'm never going back,"

or "I'm moving to South Beach tomorrow"?

Somewhere in between. I didn't realize

how much I needed a change of pace, you know?

New scenery. New team. New me.

And does this new you

feel different about being a Ranger?

I think I realized I liked being on the task force

because I knew it was a temp job.

And therein lies the problem.

Oh, I wouldn't go that far.

Mm. It's true.

I get a contact high

every time I go into Ikea and I never buy anything.

No, thank you.

But no more.

Apparently, James has something in store for me,

so I already called Tessa Graves

and told her I wouldn't be returning to the task force.

And I started looking for a new apartment.

- It's time to lay roots. Mm-hmm. - No way.

That's awesome.

Well, I'll help you find a place.

Well, thank you.

Also, any excuse to raid Round Top Market.

- Oh, love that place. - It's the best.

And probably a good thing, too,

'cause I'm pretty sure I'm banned from Ikea.

You know what? Not even gonna ask.

Oh, come on, those arrows on the ground are just guidelines.

I don't want to know.

I regret nothing.

- Hey. - Hey, Gramps.

I see you're putting my old iron to good use.

Yeah, thanks.

Uh, I actually wanted to

talk to you about something.

Um...

Right here.

Well, this is a permission slip.

- For? - Uh, Boot Camp Readiness.

Uh, it's just, you know, some-some after-school program,

n-no big deal.

They-they train you to get ready for the, um

the army.

So you're still looking to enlist?

Yeah, you know, just... keeping my options open.

If I finish this, I get to skip a rank.

That's great, August.

But you know your father has to sign this.

Come on, Gramps.

We both know how he feels about this, okay?

He's never gonna sign this.

I-I was just kind of hoping that you could talk

to the drill instructor, you know, soldier to solider?

I mean, you were the one that said

I needed to learn some discipline.

Yes, I did.

- And you have, I've noticed. - Then you know

how much I want to do this.

All right, I will talk to your father,

try to reason with him.

It's just an after-school program.

But as far as your drill instructor...

Eh, I don't think he's gonna listen to me.

He will. Trust me. I know a guy.

All I'm saying is why don't we have windbreakers?

The Ranger uniform is a time-honored tradition.

- You can't just change it. - Okay. Fine.

I'll settle for driving from now on.

Wha-what? How does that even make sense?

Wha... See, exhibit A.

You're, like, all over the line, bro.

Those lines are, uh

suggestions.

You do know I drove a BearCat

when I was working with the FBI, right?

All I'm saying is

when we actually need to get somewhere,

I'll...

Let's go!

Damn it. Made in America, my ass.

Texas Rangers. Come on out.

This is the Texas Rangers.

All right, all right. You guys need to relax.

Drop the wrench.

Ma'am, who are you and what are you doing?

Who's asking?

Walker, Texas Ranger.

As you've mentioned three times now.

Congratulations, son.

You are employed. I'll alert the governor.

I like her.

Ma'am, you said you were getting a soda.

And I was.

Down the road, at Dandy's Liquor.

H-Hold on a sec, everybody.

Trey, who is she?

I don't know. I don't know.

Austin PD dropped her off and Cap said

for you to call him as soon as you got in.

Excuse me, young man.

"She" can answer for herself.

I'm Maybelline Pratt,

and unfortunately, looks like, for the time being,

I am stuck with you.

No, I-I hear you loud and clear. Uh, understood, Captain.

Yeah. You got it. Okay.

Out.

Anyways, is Cap good?

Yeah. He'll be back after his conference.

And, uh, what about Ms. Congeniality over there?

Yeah, that is Ms. Maybelline Pratt.

State's key witness in the Brandt Jeric case.

Brandt Jeric's a money launderer

for every Tom, Dick and Harry north of the border.

Yeah, south, too, lots of payments to Caracas.

Yeah, Jeric's an international bean counter.

Uh, Texas wants their shot, then the feds will get 'em.

Ms. Maybelline out here used to work

at one of the diners he used to wash his money.

Opened a drawer she shouldn't have,

saw his client list firsthand.

And now I'm guessing he wants her silenced.

Good luck with that.

Uh, DPS wants us running WITSEC on this.

Maybelline's set to give her testimony tomorrow,

and there's chatter on the street

that Jeric might try to take her out.

So James doesn't want us to let her out of our sight.

Shouldn't be a problem.

I mean, look at the woman... she's magnetic.

Yeah, okay.

Turn your back and you'll see what happens.

Okay. Uh...

I guess we should go properly introduce ourselves.

Yep.

Ms. Pratt, um...

Oh, let's talk later, boys, away from Johnny Law.

So, Ms. Pratt, um...

We're gonna be your security detail until you testify.

Oh, I don't see what the big fuss is, Ranger Parker.

- It's Ranger Walker. - Oh, yes, my mistake.

Regardless, I got things to do, errands to run.

Oh, thus your grand theft auto attempt?

Well, hard to poach that lemon.

All right, well, in any event,

we can handle your errands.

- Yeah, yeah. I got it. - Thanks.

Um, so why don't we get you set up in the conference room

and we can go over the testimony you'll be giving.

Oh, relax, son, I got that squared.

I'd rather be with Ranger Barnett.

Oh, I-I... I can handle it.

Okay. Ma'am?

Why are they calling it Meg?

No, no. Not-not Meg, it's MiG.

It's Russian or something.

Whoa.

Stella?

You okay?

I'm fine. Um...

I just... I need to get back.

Stella.

Stella. Wait...

These are some pretty rough dudes.

Hardly.

Dealt with worse?

Oh, you make that look so easy, Ranger Barnett.

I wouldn't call having to go 20 miles outside of town

during rush hour easy, but you are welcome.

Ms. Pratt,

uh, these gentlemen are your extra security for this evening.

Trey?

Hey, I, uh, I spoke with Detective Luna.

Any new leads on the Jackal investigation?

No, not yet, but he's gonna check out

that motel you visited in Hayward,

see if anything else turned up, you know...

- You have to go with them. - What are you say...

No! I said I am not going anywhere.

What-what's the issue here?

These clowns want to throw me in solitaire.

Cass.

Ma'am, not solitary, it's witness protection.

It's the hole, and I ain't going.

Hey, I got my rights.

Okay, uh...

Wh-What is this for?

- Protection. - From-from what... iron bars?