Attack of the Meth Gator

All right. Go, go, go!

Trig! Shane! Sheriff Williams!

Drop the bags, put the hands up.

Drop the bag now.

Put the bag down and your hands up, Shane.

You sure you want to do this?

Huh! Oh!

Run, Trig!

You sure you're OK? Yeah.

I got 'em. OK, I'll call for help.

This is Sheriff Williams over at Trig's shack.

We need back-up. We got runners.

What are you doing? Hurry up!

Screw you, Shane! You can't tell me what to do!

Chicken! I'm not going down without a fight!

You're crazy! Ha ha!

Er... Er...

Agh!

Drop the meth and put your hands on your head!

Doesn't have to end like this, OK?

You got him, Farmer?

I got him, Sheriff. Good.

I'm going to go find Shane.

Ugh! Ugh!

Shane?

Come on, man.

Come on. Can we do something here?

We'll see what we can do.

All right.

I'm coming.

Agh!

Come on, Trig. It doesn't have to be like this.

You're not in your right head. Just tell me where the super lab is.

If I tell you, will you let me go?

You know I can't do that, Trig.

You'll be helping a lot of people.

Like I care.

Farmer, look out!

Agh!

Oh! Ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Now, I trust that this is enough money

to keep the gator hunt quiet.

Yes, sir. We got him, Mayor Janssen.

I don't care how you do it,

but that gator's got to be gone before the tourists get here.

Yes, sir. Aren't the police actually involved?

We don't need to get into all of that.

It's just another nuisance alligator as we've had before.

It's just a little bit bigger. No problem.

Thank you again for your discretion.

Now, you get back, as always, first round's on me.

All right, get going. You're losing daylight.

Thank you.

Good to see you, son.

Good to see you, Pops.

That's Sheriff Williams to you, Mr Tampa DEA man.

I'm sorry to bring you here under these circumstances.

I was hoping the next time that I see you,

you'd kind of do a little victory lap for all of us

and tell us how you cleaned up Tampa, the Keys,

and Florida, of all the meth labs, including us.

Yeah, well, I'm working on that, Pop.

It just sucks that I got to come back here for this.

Well, I'm sorry I had to bring you back to deal with a gator

of all things, especially since...

Pop, I'm fine, all right? I'm just more sorry about Deputy Farmer.

I know, it's tough, but he was a good cop.

Yeah, he was like family.

If there's a meth lab on this island, I got to find it.

We have found bags of the stuff.

I'm beginning to think it's cartel related.

I'll try to look into it. It's not related to the cartel.

If that was the case, I would have bought the whole cavalry.

Is that all you packed? Where's all your DEA gear?

Pops, we got the same gear that you do, all right?

Come on. We got to get to the mayor's event at Grady's.

That's why I wanted you to get here early.

To convince him to put the island on the dangerous waters alert

until we know what we're dealing with.

I've tried to talk to him. He doesn't listen to me.

Let's go.

Bithlo, your buddy that you used to work with

at the Sweetwater Reptile Ranch?

He's tracking the gator. He's out there with a drone and everything.

No luck yet, but it's just a matter of time.

Yeah, well, no-one knows gators like Bithlo, that's for sure.

You know, Pops, this place never changes.

I can still smell Grady's bar as I was coming in over the water.

I swear that deep fryer never stops.

Yep.

Why don't you tell me exactly what we're dealing with

so I know how to handle the mayor?

You think you got a killer gator on meth?

I don't think. I know.

I saw it myself. This thing is massive.

It ate an entire duffel bag full of meth.

How much meth are we talking?

A lot. A big bag.

Swallowed it whole.

By the time I figured out what was going on, it was too late.

There was nothing I could do for Farmer.

People are beginning to already arrive for the Memorial Day weekend.

So the sooner we can catch this gator, the better.

The good thing is the last ferry has already arrived,

so you don't have to worry about that.

But if we can catch this gator by tomorrow, we should be OK.

Understood.

So, how's Anna? I mean, I know she used to love

the Memorial Day festivities, so...

She didn't tell you?

She quit the force to go work for Grady.

He was slowing down.

She was insistent that she helped him out.

I'm surprised she didn't tell you.

No, we really don't talk much any more, so...

Hm. Well, you know, her biological father

used to work for a Cuban drug lord years ago,

and it was the Tampa DEA office that busted him.

But that was like middle school.

I don't think she should hold that against you.

I mean, I don't know, Pop.

I'd be upset too if my best friend

joined the same organisation that got my father.

Best friend? I think you're a little more than that.

No, Pop, what I'm saying was that, you know,

she would have wanted this island clean, OK?

And she wouldn't want anyone else to go through that loss either.

I'm glad she's helping Grady though.

She probably still feels like she owes him for adopting her.

That's real sad about the force.

She had a bright future. She still does.

Wait, Pop, did you say that the gator ate a duffel bag full of meth?

Are you sure it's not underwater dead somewhere?

It's probably bloated and rotten off of Hallelujah Pass.

You know, he seemed to actually get stronger.

We couldn't find any evidence of it anywhere.

We had some perps that may have run off with it,

but I'm convinced that gator got its fill.

I mean, sure. That first hit of meth, you know, he felt no pain.

Neurons firing at max, his muscles rigid.

I agree with you. It'll make him real hard to stop.

It's hard to take a human down on meth if you hit them with a Taser.

He would feel incredible euphoria,

invincibility, and then he'd be addicted.

But any animal ingesting that much meth would just OD and die.

You didn't see it.

This isn't just any animal.

We got to round up all that meth on the island before he gets to it.

Or else it could be way worse than that.

I'm talking about induced psychosis. It'll be way more violent, Pops.

I know it's an island, but there's a lot of places to hide.

Finding a meth super lab, taking down a meth-eating gator,

that's a tall order.

That's why you hired an expert.

The mayor wants to keep things quiet.

Memorial Day weekend's a big deal.

Yeah, Pops, you and I both know

that anything dealing with gators and humans never stays quiet.

That is why Sweetwater Point is the best place to be on Memorial Day.

We got food. We got games for the kiddos.

We got plenty of Grady's Dockside Bar And Inn

famous drinks for the grown-ups.

We're going to have a big parade.

The fireworks finale is fired off by Grady himself,

a vet of the US of A.

Hey, look who we have here.

Keeping our beautiful island safe, as always, for families,

the Williams lawmen, back together again.

Happy Memorial Day weekend.

And, as always, first round's on me.

Mayor Jensen. I have a couple of questions

about what happened on the island last night.

I understand. I understand.

I'm going to have to put that off just for a little bit.

Excuse me, sir. Yeah!

Uh... I'm looking forward to it.

I'm going to call Bithlo and check in,

see if he's spotted anything on that drone of his.

Good idea. If he has seen something, we can make a plan of attack.

OK. Sounds good. Catch you later. See you, Pops.

Bithlo, are you there?

I'm here, Sheriff.

What do you got for me? Any luck?

I may have a visual on the gator soon.

Sheriff...

This gator is much, much larger than I can handle.

Ohh!

Bithlo, are you there?

Bithlo, answer me. Sheriff, this gator is no joke.

If I had this gator on the ranch,

I would have put him down the same day.

This one is just different, Sheriff.

Just get back here in one piece.

Hey.

What can I get you...Dante?

Hey, Anna. Hey, yourself.

Listen, I just wanted to say...

You wanted to get in on this open tab.

First round goes quick.