Walker

- Down the hatch. -

What?

Nope. Little...

Hey, handsome, can I get you a refill?

No. Thank you.

You sure? It's on the house. Extra whipped cream.

I appreciate it, but I'm good.

Dude, seriously?

She's lucky I'm not your girlfriend.

She was hard-core flirting with you.

No, she was not.

That was just really good service.

Okay, then I'm just gonna go around calling people handsome,

even if I have no romantic interest in them.

- Fine, go ahead. - Sounds good, handsome.

- All right, calm down, all right? -

Man, it's hard enough just trying to hold down

- this job as it is. - Come on,

you don't think Captain James

is that upset with you, do you?

Yeah.

But no one fought

harder than he did to get you here.

The mayor chose you

to be his personal bodyguard, for God's sakes.

Actually, that reminds me,

did Kevin tell you

about our lunch with the mayor tomorrow?

What?

He didn't tell you?

The mayor's honoring us in a couple of weeks

for bravery.

Walker and Liam, too.

- Honored? - Yeah.

- Do we get medals? - I don't know.

I'm surprised that Kev didn't tell you.

Well, I'm not.

We have very strict work/life

- balance rules, yes. - Ooh, do tell.

No texting during work, no shoptalk when we hang out,

no adjusting the rules

without consulting a proctor... That's you.

What... That's me? Did-did I consent to that?

I just don't want another fling,

you know, and he seems like

this perfect guy, and everyone keeps telling me

we should make it something serious.

Yeah, I get it.

But don't you think that tomorrow's lunch

might complicate things?

It will be fine. I will act professional.

And, thankfully, with the state that you're in,

you'll suck any romance out of the room anyway.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, it's Walker.

Possible 10-33 down at the server farm

on the corner of Copperfield and Windsor.

- That's a government building. - Yeah.

Probably won't take long to go check it out.

You coming?

I cannot. Desk duty calls.

Ah.

What? I thought you had this.

Check...

mate.

That is not fair.

I don't have a real queen,

so I can't properly visualize this game.

I'm sorry, but we lost it in the move.

If it makes you feel better,

we can switch sides, and I can beat you again.

You know, I have left

four messages down at that feed store,

heard back nothing,

and our delivery hasn't come this week.

How in the hell am I supposed to feed our horses?

Plus the extra dozen that are over at the Davidsons.

You know, I need to go down to that damn feed store

and give them a piece of my mind.

No, wait, Dad,

stay.

Uh, let Mom smoke you at chess.

I will go down to that feed store.

I will handle everything.

- Yeah, but I... No, no, no, seriously,

I do need to step up around here,

especially with Mom's recovery, and

don't you think I should know the vendors

that we work with? I mean,

somebody's got to take over this place eventually.

Fine, but just know, this is not one of your courtroom cases.

I had a hell of a time securing

a feed deal after pulling our business out of Morrison's.

So, you just get in and get out.

Last thing I need is more drama.

- -

Hey.

Hey, hon.

Hey.

There's, uh, banana bread

on the stove if you want some.

Oh, uh, no. No, thank you. I just, uh,

finished mucking the stalls, um,

brushed the horses, and I, uh, watered the garden

for you.

You expecting a prize?

No, no, I just... I-I came here to see what else I can do.

Maybe I can help out Uncle Liam?

Oh, you could find our missing queen.

I think you've done enough around here. Tomorrow

you can go down to The Side Step,

pick up an extra shift,

make up for all that liquor you stole at your party.

Okay. Yeah.

I got it.

I'll do that, Gramps.

Uh-huh.

- - Okay, you have got

to forgive him at some point.

And don't pretend that

you weren't once a-a reckless teenager.

Allegedly. And the Corps straightened me out on that.

That boy's undisciplined.

He's causing too much stress around here, don't you think?

Well, there's not much we can do about it.

- No signs of a forced entry. - No.

Hello?

Anybody work here?

Perp must have tripped the alarm that alerted the police.

Hey.

Cassie.

Go back to the terminal.

Wait. Do you hear that?

Yeah.

Go.

Hey! Texas Rangers!

We know you're in here.

Give up your position now.

You got nowhere else to go.

Freeze! Don't move.

- Finish it. - Stop.

- No, hey, hey. - Stay back.

Come on now. Don't make this

any more difficult than it has to be.

Drop the knife.

What is that?

Yup, yup.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Stay right there.

What did you do?

Thank you, sir. Appreciate your business. Come back.

Hey, take care.

Hey, you're Jim,

- right? The manager here? - Yup, yup.

I'm Bonham Walker's son.

The Texas Ranger?

Liam, the other one.

Yeah, I-I think I saw you make a speech when you ran for D.A.

- Hmm. - I'm...

sorry for your loss there.

Ah, well, thanks.

Ranching's more my speed now.

And since we're new to your business, I was hoping

we could smooth some things out. I, uh,

did some research on behalf of my dad,

and our feed deliveries are late to our ranch here,

here... Actually, four times just this quarter,

and I'm sure that it's

a timing issue, but then I dug a little bit deeper,

and I cross-referenced your prices

with the mean value of this feed brand statewide,

and you've been overcharging us.

What are you gonna do to fix this?

This research is from a week ago.

Travis County has inflated prices since then.

A real rancher would know that.

And if you'd just bothered to ask,

I could've told you we raised prices

on everyone buying that feed,

except for your dad.

Thought it was only fair, given the

circumstances of his change over to the store, so...

Oh, well, in that case, Jim,

- I... - Thanks for coming in, Liam,