The Glades s04e12 Episode Script

Okay, now you're just showing off.
All right, now you try.
Remember keep your elbow up, your eye on the target, and just follow through, like you're throwing a baseball.
When do I get to rope a real cow? As soon as you learn to rope a real fence post.
Come on.
Come on.
I roped something.
That's a start.
Yeah.
Well, unhook it.
Let's go again.
Holy smokes.
Got it.
Tell the director I'm on my way.
I guess that means that you've got to go.
Oh, I've got a minute.
Two, if you play your cards right.
Oh.
All right, what have we got? No.
You're gonna put Uncle Wes next to Aunt Mary and her new husband? Yeah.
You said things were fine and to invite them both.
Yeah, to invite them both, but not at the same table.
That's just inviting trouble.
Why don't we put my Uncle next to Who's David Patel? The ridiculously cute and single Chief of Oncology at my hospital.
I'm seating him between Miranda and my sister.
- And may the best bridesmaid win.
- Exactly.
I'm glad your sister's coming.
I'm dying to meet her.
Not as much as she's dying to meet you.
She can't make it to my bachelorette party this weekend, - but she's coming to the wedding.
- Mm-hmm.
You must be looking forward to seeing all your old gal pals.
Oh, there's not too many old pals except for Laura.
All my other friends are from work.
Oh, thank God for Jody.
She's helping me out with Jeff, and I've got, like, a million things to do.
"Thank God"? Not words normally associated with Ray's mom.
Oh, she's been great.
And she's completely put aside her guilt trips.
I just think that after, what, three divorces, she finally gets it, and she's okay with me moving on.
Or maybe a certain someone Ah has won her over.
Aw.
No, she still hates your guts.
Oh.
Okay, okay, I'm coming.
And I really have to go.
So, um Love you.
Bye.
Love you.
Bye.
Hey, Carlos.
Carlos, huh? I take it you still haven't told Callie what's going on with her ex? It's her big bachelorette weekend.
I don't want to spoil it.
Any news on Ray? All indications say that he's still on the west coast.
Apparently he used his ATM card about an hour ago at a Quickie Mart in Portland.
Are you sure it was Ray that used it? It was Ray on the security camera.
I don't know why he's being so obvious about it.
He has to know we're tracking his card activities.
But you'll keep tracking them and keep me posted? I just caught a murder, and with this wedding coming at us like a freight train No problem.
I totally get it.
Thanks for the update.
- And for not telling Callie.
- No problem.
Yeah.
Bye.
That is one dead cowboy.
Hm.
What gave it away the chaps or the shotgun-sized hole in his chest? Was he killed at high noon? Not even close.
Liver temp puts time of death at approximately 6:00 A.
M.
this morning.
He wasn't carrying a wallet or cellphone, so we don't have much to go on.
The two ranch hands who found the body don't know him either.
That's weird.
What's weird? A horseshoe print on a ranch? Mm.
Not weird.
I spoke to the ranch owner, a Willa Garbett.
She didn't see or hear anything.
Yeah, well, that would make sense, since we're out in the middle of nowhere.
Well, maybe he's a Garbett.
That's a "G" right? Yeah, or worked there.
She's rounding up all of her ranch hands to see if anyone's missing, but this could take a while.
The Garbett ranch is the second-largest ranch in Florida.
They own all the land west of the Kissimmee River.
Hi-ho, Silver.
Is that our victim's horse? Easy, boy.
Easy.
Shotgun blast must have scared him off.
Which would make him the only eyewitness to my murder.
But unless this horse's name is Mister Ed, I'm guessing he's not talking.
No, Jeff, that's fine.
Just tell your grandma to pick you up at Tina's.
Miranda's flight lands in an hour.
I got to go.
Someone's at the door.
Diane? What are you doing here? It's Rich.
He's in the car.
He's really hurt.
He slipped cutting back branches.
Fell on one.
You need to take him to an emergency room.
It's not that bad.
I looked.
Diane, he needs a doctor.
We can't do that, and you know it.
Callie, please.
Rich and Ray were like brothers.
Please, I'm begging you, just this one time.
Grab his shoulders.
Oh, my God, thank you.
Thank you, Callie.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Originally Aired August 19, 2013 You're lucky.
The wound was mostly superficial.
It doesn't feel lucky.
Well, a few centimeters to the left, and one of those branches would've punctured your lung.
So I'd say you're lucky.
Here's instructions on how to clean his wound and change his bandage.
I was hoping we could rest here for a while.
Maybe hang out.
Hang out or hide out from the law? Callie, it wasn't Rich's fault.
The other guy wasn't even supposed to Diane, I don't even want to know.
Why did you even bring him here? I haven't you in years, and my life is completely different now.
Your husband's gonna be fine.
Just keep him off of his feet for at least a week and clean his wound every day.
You that detective fella? Word travels fast in these parts.
- I'm Willa Garbett.
- Uh, yeah.
Detective-fella Longworth.
Um, we found your horse.
Hm.
Don't know much about breaking horses, now, do you? I don't know anything about breaking horses.
But I'm pretty good with people.
Well, thank you very much for bringing him back, but he would have found his way back on his own.
A well-trained horse knows where his cowboy bunks at night.
Huh.
I didn't even know Florida had cowboys.
Well, Florida was the wild west, before there was a west.
The first cowboys are from Florida.
Call 'em Crackers.
That sounds a little politically incorrect.
Well, Crackers used to use a whip to get their cows across the gator-infested swamps.
Crack.
Huh.
I'm fifth-generation Florida Cracker, and I'm damn proud of it.
Yeah, damn proud of everything, it looks like.
You sure like to mark your property.
Yeah, ranching's big business, and our property That tends to wander.
That's why we brand.
Got to keep track of what's yours.
Yeah, that go for your ranch hands, too? That is the one that's missing.
That's Lane Kneedler.
Look, we got a few cow punchers, they live here year-round, but most of all, they come by the week.
We give them an envelope full of cash, a place to bunk, three squares.
But I don't much fraternize with the hands.
What about the rest of their bodies? Sleep with a cow poke Not for a decade.
Listen, detective, the cowboys They come and they go.
That Lane, he gave his notice about a week ago.
He was heading on to greener pastures.
It's pretty remote and green out where we found him.
Hm.
My daddy used to say, we're in the business of selling grass, not cattle.
Yeah, it takes seven acres per cow to be profitable.
We got over 600 head of cattle here.
So we need every square inch of this land to survive.
Yeah, what was Lane doing out there? Well, now, I can't prove it, but I suspect that my neighbor was knocking down my fence out there to steal my cattle.
So I sent him out there to mend it with a day laborer, man by the name of Moses Clearwater.
Well, it seems he was the last one to see Lane alive.
So where I can find this Moses Clearwater? Well, it's payday, so I imagine he's with the rest of the ranch hands, - getting soused at the roadhouse.
- Thanks.
Oh, and um, don't go riding off into the sunset.
I'm not going anywhere.
Everything all right? He doesn't seem to want to go inside his stall.
Well, Willa said a well-trained horse knows where his cowboy bunks at night.
Try letting him go.
- Now what? - Follow him.
Let's see where our cowboy bunked last night.
Go on.
Get along, little dogie.
Get him, Moses! All right! Take him out, man.
Yeah, knock him out, Moses! Yeah, Moses! Lay it on him! What the hell, man? You just wasted a good pitcher of beer.
Whoo! Next round's on me.
Buy you ladies a drink? You're bribing the locals to keep your secrets, Moses? Who the hell are you? The guy who's wondering why you're making it so easy on me.
So, the question is, did you steal Lane Kneedler's pay before or after you filled him with buckshot? What? Lane's dead? As a doornail.
And seeing as you were the last one to see him alive and you have his pay I have his pay because he needed gear and I sold him some.
Owes me next week's pay, too, which I guess I won't be seeing now.
Still, you two were out there all alone, mending fences.
Supposed to be, anyway, only he never showed up.
Anyone see you? No.
I like to work alone.
Yeah, well, guess that cuts down on the eyewitnesses but not really good for your alibi.
Why would I kill him? I barely knew the guy.
I've lived out here my whole life, and the only people I've ever known to make that kind of noise over cattle are the Harpers and the Garbetts.
They flat out hate each other's guts.
As in Willa accusing her neighbor Holly of cattle rustling? Cattle rustlin', land grabbin'.
You put a thousand miles between those two, and it'll still be too close.
Well, maybe Lane got caught up in the family feud.
Whose side were you on? I'm a day laborer.
I can't afford to take sides, or I don't work.
Or maybe you took the side of the woman who has the other half of your heart? I'm Quaqua Indian, and some day I'll marry Quaqua.
Until then, my heart belongs to the sun above - and the earth beneath my feet.
- Okay well, I'm gonna need you to keep your feet firmly on the earth right here.
Well, actually, not right there.
There's a little bit of vomit, so Colleen? Turns out one of our cowboys is an Indian.
Moses Clearwater is a champion bull rider.
He is also Quaqua Nation.
Quaqua, one of the original Florida tribes.
Yeah, all his files are on the reservation, and the tribal police won't send them over.
We have to go in person.
Oh, no, that's okay.
I'll head over right now.
Oh, actually, they specifically told me to keep you off their land.
- What? - Yeah, based on your last interaction with the tribal police, it was all I could do to get them to agree to give me an hour in their file room.
Well, now they've hurt my feelings.
Well, this guy suffered way more than hurt feelings.
Based on the bruising and rope burns on his chest and upper back, I'd say he was tied up before he was shot.
Any chance of anything in the rope fibers? Uh no, thanks.
It's pretty generic.
It's like finding a needle in a haystack.
Same as ballistics on the shotgun.
It's just buckshot with no identifying markers.
I can tell you, though, based on the angle of the gunshot, it looks like he was shot from above.
Lassoed and shot from horseback? As in a little cowboy justice? Yeah, that's the other thing.
Our cowboy, Lane Kneedler, isn't Lane Kneedler.
His name isn't on any police database, and there's no social security number or birth-certificate match for his prints.
Sounds to me like a made-up name.
Well, that haystack just got bigger.
Well, a lot of ranch hands are drifters.
Maybe he drifted onto Willa's ranch trying to hide, and his past caught up with him.
Except it doesn't look like he's been ranching long.
His hands are supple and smooth, not one callus.
Hm.
I also scraped some soil off his chaps.
It doesn't match the dirt where the body was found.
I'll have Daniel run a full analysis when he gets back.
Hopefully we can find out where he was before he was shot.
Whoever he is or was.
Speaking of which Daniel.
Except for a brief stop to drink water from the river, Lane's horse pretty much made a beeline for Willa's neighbor, Holly Harper.
So my victim's horse considers Holly's ranch the place where his cowboy bunked at night? Got to wonder about that.
Daniel, stay down.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy.
- What the hell do you think you're doing? - Solving a murder.
What the hell do you think you're doing - shooting at a police officer? - I wasn't shooting at you.
I was practicing for the rodeo.
Oh.
Well, nice shooting, Holly.
Is that the broadside of a barn you just shot? And I'm guessing if you're that good a shot on horseback, well then a ranch hand all tied up must be like shooting a fish in a barrel.
Hey! Come in.
Come in.
Oh! I'm so happy to see you.
Oh, it's so good to see you, too.
Let's get this open.
Oh, I love your home.
Oh, thank you.
It's so warm and so you.
Well, it's not usually this me or this clean.
But Jeff's at his grandma's house this weekend, so I was able to pick up a little bit.
We are going to have a ball this weekend.
Oh, I actually have some other big news for you.
Did you hear about Dr.
Hardy's passing? I did.
I was so sad.
Well, I guess I made an impression on him.
Because he left me with a bunch of money to finish med school.
What? Are you serious? Yeah.
Callie, that's amazing.
It was so shocking and incredibly generous.
A suture kit? Are you still practicing on fruit? When I was in med school, I must have stitched up, like, a hundred bananas.
Oh, no.
My neighbor he hurt himself doing some yard work.
Oh, yeah.
Been there.
As soon as people learn you're a doctor, they act as if you're their own personal walk-in clinic.
Yeah.
One toast, then I want the official Palm Glade Grand Tour, starting with those raw bars you've been talking about since we met.
Cheers.
I was not sleeping with Lane Kneedler, detective.
No, you definitely didn't sleep with Lane Kneedler.
But you did sleep with a man who called himself that.
Well, according to his horse.
And you're not calling Trigger here a liar, are you? Okay, fine.
I slept with Lane.
So what? That's not a crime.
Well, it is if you shot and killed him.
Actually, just shooting him would suffice.
I mean, what happened? You catch your cowpoke Lane or whatever his name is Poking someone else? He told me his name is Lane.
That's all I know.
And he wasn't my cowpoke.
We met on the rodeo circuit, knocked boots a few times.
- That doesn't mean I killed him.
- Doesn't mean you didn't.
Especially since you don't seem that broken up that your boot-knocking cowboy is dead.
Ridin' and shootin' is how I deal with grief, detective.
You gotta get back on that horse.
Is that how you won that belt buckle, shootin' and ridin'? First rodeo I ever won.
Stand to win another at tomorrow's rodeo.
It's got a pretty good purse.
Might just win some good money.
Well, you certainly need it.
According to your financials, this ranch is circling the drain.
My ranch is doing just fine.
We've hit a rough patch is a.
We got a plan to get with the times.
We're gonna go organic.
You make more money with less cattle.
Well, you certainly have less cattle.
And quite a bit less land.
According to your records, your brother got out last year.
Sold his half, moved to Hawaii.
But not you? 'Cause I'm not a quitter.
Look, this land has been in my family for five generations.
- I would do anything to keep it that way.
- Like kill Lane when he refused to help you steal Willa's cattle.
Willa's the one who steals Land and cattle.
She's been doing it for years.
She slaps her brand on anything and everything as fast as she can steal it - doesn't make it hers.
- But she couldn't have been happy that one of her ranch hands was sleeping with the enemy.
So she tells him if he wants to keep his job, he has to stop seeing you.
He chose her.
You shot him.
That's not what happened.
But I wouldn't put it past Willa to think of Lane as her property.
Like I said, she brands it as fast as she can steal it.
So, do I look like the kind of woman that would kill a man over jealousy? Roped and killed a man, actually.
And I imagine it would take a certain type of person that can lead an animal to slaughter.
I'm feeding people, detective.
I make no apologies about that, especially to a man who looks like he knows his way around a good cut of beef.
And he's not gonna belly up to a baked potato all by himself.
No, probably not.
He's lucky he's dumb enough not to know what's coming.
Well, now, bovine are surprisingly intelligent.
They interact in a very complex manner.
They form social hierarchies.
They even hold grudges.
And we all know where that leads.
That's direct.
I like that in a man.
We'll see.
I did not kill that ranch hand.
Well, you certainly got enough land for him to, uh, hand.
In fact, like this old map shows, your ranch has tripled in size since the 1830s, which would go in line with those reports of cattle rustling against you and your family, going back decades.
Just because Holly Harper accuses me of that doesn't make it true.
Cattle ranching is a very tough business, and, well, the Harpers have made some foolish choices.
But you can't stop people from being foolish, - and you certainly can't kill over it.
- Even someone foolish enough to work for you but sleep with the enemy? None of my business who that drifter slept with.
Well, it might've been if Lane was double-crossing you.
A couple rolls in the hay and he tells Holly that you were stealing cattle.
You find out, so you send Lane out to the border, alone, to mend a fence, and you shoot him.
That's not what happened.
So unless you got something other than hearsay and accusations, I got to get back to work.
Unless, of course, you'd like to do the honors.
Oh, my God.
It is so hot here.
I thought Atlanta was hot.
I'd say it's the humidity, but let's face it.
It's just hot.
But so beautiful.
Everything is so green and lush.
And I love your old neighborhood.
I didn't know it was on the market.
Do you know someone who lives there? No.
I used to daydream when I was a kid that I lived in that house.
I would pass it every day on my way home from school and think about me and my husband and all of our kids.
All your kids? How many did you have? I don't know.
Like five or six.
Did have you guys decide where you're gonna live after the wedding? Yeah, Jeff and I are gonna move in with Jim.
- Was that a tough decision? - Yeah.
I mean, it's the only house that Jeff has ever lived in.
But Jim's is bigger and it's on the water and it has a pool, so, miraculously, Jeff is okay with it.
But you're not? No, but it definitely makes more sense.
Well, it doesn't make it any easier.
Detective.
I got the results back from the dry white mud we found on our victim's chaps.
It's pulverized shale with traces of salt, quartz, and calcite.
Sounds like every square inch in Florida, so not much help.
Well, this might help.
Embedded in the rock, we were also able to identify algae.
Algae? As in water algae? The only place where you can find this type of algae nearby would be in high ground near water.
Like here.
Hmm.
That's miles from where the body was found.
Begs the question, why was he out there and what was he doing? Carlos, want to go for a ride? Oh, you can't drive out there.
There are no roads, and the terrain is inhospitable.
Well, then, we'll just need to find something that's a little more hospitable for the terrain.
I didn't know the FDLE even had a mounted police force.
Yeah, neither did I, or I'd have never agreed to coming here with you.
Never agreed to come out with who? I am not calling you "Kemo Sabe.
" Oh, come on! And don't even think of calling me "Tonto.
" Ha! Do you even know where we're going? We're close.
I got Daniel to upload the GPS coordinates to my phone.
How did settlers of the old west ever survive without Google earth? - Wait.
Hold up.
- What? That.
Easy.
Easy.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
There.
Well, it looks like someone's been here for a while.
It looks like some kind of remote geological field office.
Soil samples.
With corresponding sites all along this river.
Hmm.
A ranch hand with an iPad mini? It's locked.
I'll take it back, have Daniel crack into it.
Oh.
Here you go.
Oh, looks like his name was Lane, just not Lane Kneedler.
It's Lane Chatelaine.
Well, that's one mystery solved.
Shh.
What? Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm unarmed.
Moses.
Fancy meeting you all the way out here at Lane's secret camp.
Or maybe not so secret to you.
Yeah.
You did great.
I'm not stupid, detective.
I would never pull a gun on a cop.
No, just a shotgun that you were stupid enough to pull on a cop.
Which we will be taking into evidence.
Look, I told you I thought you were cattle rustlers.
Well, you're obviously tracking someone here.
As in these marks you put in Lane's horseshoes, making it easier for you to track him.
But now that he's dead, the only tracks you're interested in are covering your own.
Look, I didn't kill Lane.
And I had no idea he was out here or running with an alias.
I was only tracking him because Willa hired me to keep an eye on her cattle, see if he was stealing them for Holly.
And when you found out he was, you killed him to get in good with the boss woman.
Looks like you were taking sides, huh? I didn't take sides with Willa.
I would never do that to Holly.
So much for the sun above and the earth beneath your feet, huh? As in the other half of your heart.
Okay, fine.
Yeah, I have feelings for Holly.
That's all they were.
We've known each other since we were kids.
But she was an owner's daughter, and my people worked the land.
A candle you burned your whole life, I'm guessing.
So when you tracked Lane's horse back to Holly's house, found out where his cowboy bunked at night Then you followed him the next morning, lassoed him off his horse, and shot him dead.
That's not what happened, I swear.
What can you tell me about this, then? Why was Lane Chatelaine not Kneedler taking soil samples all along the river? Was he prospecting, like for gold? Gold? No way.
My people lived in this valley for over 500 years.
If there was gold here, we would have found it long ago.
All right, well, what about this logo? You seen this before? Nope.
Never.
I swear.
And I had no idea this campsite was even out here until I followed your tracks and found you here.
If Lane was up to something other than cattle rustling, I had no idea.
When you graduate, you will literally have your pick of residencies to match.
- I know.
- Thank you.
And what an amazing opportunity.
I mean, you must have learned a ton from Dr.
Hardy.
He was bigger on letting you learn things for yourself.
Ironically, for a guy who's not big on boundaries, he taught me a valuable lesson on how to keep some emotional distance.
Yeah, that's a hard one.
I mean, you see people hurting, you want to help.
But you've got to establish that line.
Otherwise, you're not helping anyone.
I'm sorry.
Hello? Diane, just calm down.
Okay, I'll meet you there in 20.
- Everything all right? - Yeah.
There's an emergency at Well-Core.
- You want me to come with you? - No.
Stay.
Enjoy yourself.
Um, I'll meet you at the party.
You promised me he'd be okay.
First of all, I didn't promise you anything.
He has an abdominal perforation, about two to three centimeters deep.
He's having severe chest pain and difficulty breathing.
He needs to be prepped for surgery.
Surgery? No one can know about this.
Your husband had what was a superficial wound.
Now he needs surgery or he could die.
What did you and Rich do after you left my house? Diane.
Nothing.
Nothing.
- Rich just had something he had to do.
- Oh, my God.
I told him that you said to stay off his feet, but he said he had to do this thing before the cops come poking around.
Go tell your husband that you love him and that you'll be here when he gets out.
Ah! Baby, I love you.
I'll be here when you get out.
All right, you're fine.
Just hold on.
Watch your back! You're one to talk.
Your husband and Rich did way worse things, and you know it.
Yeah, which is why he's my ex-husband and why my son has to be flown off by a U.
S.
Marshal to God knows where just so he can have a relationship with his father.
You know what? I'm sorry.
I can't help you, Diane.
Callie, don't leave.
Diane, I can't do this.
Callie, please.
I c I have people waiting for me.
Let's we'll go and wait for him in the lounge.
Whoa.
Whoa.
What the hell are you and your men doing on my property? Well, the crime techs are trying to find evidence of murder.
And I was looking for these.
Yeah, those aren't mine.
I know.
They're Lane's.
As in, left at the front door while he done did that there courtin' of you inside.
Unless you're into that kind of thing.
- And what are you talking about? - You lied to me.
Said you didn't fraternize with your ranch hands, which these spurs would beg to differ.
Okay, fine.
I slept with Lane.
Doesn't make me guilty of anything.
Uh, just lying.
And jealousy, which often leads to murder.
Oh, please, that boy didn't mean that much to me.
Well, then, why did you hire Moses to track and follow him? I didn't.
And if you got that from Moses, that Indian is lying.
Yeah, wow.
No shortage of that going around.
The "C" for Chatelaine stands for Chatelaine Gas and Oil.
Lane is founder Robert Chatelaine's grandson.
I spoke to a lawyer for Chatelaine Oil Company.
He confirmed that Lane was here working on a deal to buy all the mineral rights from Holly's property.
Well, specifically, everything underneath Holly's property.
So he's a modern-day prospector.
But not for gold, for oil.
He was actually looking for this.
Lane had convinced his grandfather to expand their business into fracking.
Hydraulic fracturing is the process used to extract oil from shale deep underground.
From the maps we found in his tent, it looks like Lane identified a possible shale-oil reserve beneath the valley shared by both Willa and Holly's ranches.
Well, he was taking soil samples here along the river.
Fracking requires millions of gallons of water, so he was probably tracking the rivers flow.
I'm thinking this line he drew here is where he wanted to drill, east of the river, on Willa's land.
Yeah, but according to the contracts in Lane's tablet, he wasn't negotiating with Willa.
He was only negotiating with Holly.
The entire shale reserve is under both properties, so it wouldn't matter.
- Anywhere you drill - You're fracked.
And Holly was hard up for cash, which Lane knew.
So when she rejects his final offer, he threatens to go to Willa, a deal that Holly closes down with a 12-gauge to the chest.
Our front runner for overall champion needs to beat three seconds to take the prize money.
Cowboy up Holly Harper.
No.
Sorry, Holly.
Cowboy down.
You're under arrest.
The prize money you just won isn't nearly enough to save your property.
But the good news is that it might be enough for a retainer for a good criminal-defense lawyer.
I didn't murder anyone, detective.
You were in bed with Lane, both literally, when you slept with him, and figuratively, when you decided to do a deal with Chatelaine Oil.
- You were gonna sell Harper ranch.
- Just the mineral rights.
I didn't want to, but it was the only way - I could keep the ranch.
- And killing Lane was the only way to keep him from doing a deal with Willa and not lose your ranch and your dignity in the process.
Look, six addendum, each inching in the wrong direction.
I thought he was bluffing.
We were still talking.
If by talking you mean knocking boots.
It's called negotiations, detective.
Clearly Lane was trying to get the price down.
Well, getting something to go down.
I would have accepted his offer.
What other choice did I have? It wasn't a great deal, but it would help me keep my ranch.
Why would I kill the only person who could help me preserve my family's heritage? That actually makes sense.
What'd the doctor say? Is Rich gonna be okay? He had a pneumothorax.
Overexertion caused a small tear in his wound, which allowed air to get into his pleural cavity.
But he's gonna be fine, right? Yes, I'm sorry.
He's going to be fine.
Thank God.
Thank you, Callie, for taking care of this.
What are they doing here? - Can you give us a second? - Yes, ma'am.
Thanks.
They want to talk to you and Rich.
You called the cops? No.
It's hospital policy.
Any patient that comes in with a knife or a gunshot wound It was branches.
- He was cutting back trees.
- Okay.
This stops here.
By getting Rich arrested? That's your idea of help? By keeping him alive that's my idea of help.
You need to stop lying to yourself about the way you live, or looking the other way.
Because next time, Rich might not be so lucky.
So what happens now? Just tell the truth.
- I can't.
- Yes, you can.
Rich will kill me.
It will be much worse for him if you don't.
Trust me.
I know.
Did you and Callie just hit it off immediately? No, actually, we hated each other at first.
I mean, she's gorgeous and smart.
- Who wouldn't hate her? - Right.
But now she's one of my best friends.
Yeah, who's missing her own party? She's here! Oh! You made it! - Finally! - I am so sorry.
Everything all right? I don't need to know.
I'm just glad you're here.
Can we get two glasses of champagne over here, stat? Yes.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Ladies, can I have your attention? In case you haven't noticed, the blushing bride has arrived.
And before we get too drunk to remember the rest of this evening, I want to make a toast.
To Callie Cargill soon to be Mrs.
Jim Longworth Aw! Our beautiful, generous, and smart-as-hell friend and co-worker, who is about to start a new and exciting chapter of her life, with a loving, funny, and Can we say it, ladies? hot new man, who deserves nothing but the best in life, 'cause the best is what Callie brings out in all of us.
Cheers! Cheers! Oh, yeah! You're gonna wear it! Really? So, Moses Clearwater has a record? According to Quaqua Nation Tribal Police.
Assault and battery.
Last year, Moses beat up an oil executive because he was surveying the land, looking for a place to drill.
Huh.
That is interesting.
I didn't know Moses owned any land.
Mm-hmm.
He doesn't.
This looks like a map of Willa and Holly's properties.
From back in the day, when all this belonged to Quaqua Nation.
Today the only thing the Quaqua have left - is a 40-acre reservation.
- That's it? Well, the Quaqua Indians still feel - that all this land is rightfully theirs.
- Including Moses.
Enough to put an oil executive in the hospital over it.
So not hard to believe that he'd kill Lane Chatelaine to stop him from fracking on land that he still considers Quaqua land.
Let's hope a judge agrees.
I've requested for an expedited warrant for Moses' arrest.
Well, with the reservation that close, that might not be expeditious enough.
Wait, wait, wait.
Where are you going? To cut him off at the pass.
Hyah! Hyah! You know you're under arrest, right? Not on this side, detective.
Your tin's no good on Quaqua land.
Hu that is true.
Mmm.
There we go.
But this is.
Moses Clearwater You're under arrest for the murder of Lane Chatelaine.
You like that, don't you? All thIs time, I thought Lane's murder was about cowboy justice, but really it was about Indian pride.
You weren't about to let anyone "frack" with you or your land.
My people were here long before the Harpers, the Garbetts, or any other Florida Crackers.
- Which is how you justified killing Lane.
- I didn't kill Lane.
But if I had, I would have been justified.
For 500 years, the Quaqua have protected this land, even after the white man stole it from us, raped and pillaged its natural resources, systematically destroyed it.
That's the problem with you white people.
You never learn, and you damn sure never listen.
I'm sorry, did you say something? I said I didn't kill Lane.
Well, I'll be damned.
It's a river.
Lane drew a line on a map that we thought was where he believed the shale line was.
But according to this Quaqua Nation map, there used to be a river here.
Still is a river there, it's just an underground one.
Underground? In 1838, the Pulacuam River was dammed, diverting it west about 40 miles into the Kissimmee River.
That underground river marks the Pulacuam's original flow.
Well, why didn't you just say that? Why didn't I just say what? And you say we don't listen.
What are you doing? Taking my handcuffs back.
I'm gonna need them if I want to arrest Lane's killer.
Oh, and, um, if I was you, I'd say something before it's too late.
Daniel? Yeah, I need you to look into something for me.
Yeah.
This your bridle, Willa? You ought to learn to keep your hands off other people's property.
Oh, I could say the same thing to you.
All right, detective, what is it that you want? I always wondered how you break a horse.
Well, you just keep gettin' back on until the horse gives up.
And that was the problem with Lane.
He never gave up.
He was determined to frack your land, which I now know belongs to Holly.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, but I think you do.
And so did Lane.
He figured it out after he discovered the underground river.
You know, the one he found using those soil samples, matched them to the original topographical boundaries, which prove that Holly's family actually owned all of this, including most of your ranch.
Well, that that is ridiculous because this ranch has been in my family since, well, the beginning of Florida.
Well, then, since the beginning of Florida, you've been trespassing.
See? According to the department of deeds and records, the original Kissimmee River was the boundary, not the river 40 miles over after you dammed it.
Well, your fifth-generation Crackers dammed it.
Leaving you a lot less land and Lane no reason to really negotiate with Holly.
Well, even if a word of that was true, I would never sell my rights to a dirty business like fracking.
Which worked out perfect for Lane, because he had no interest in buying it.
Once he discovered that underground river, realized that the Garbetts had laid claim to thousands of acres of land that they never legally owned, well, then he didn't have to pay a dime.
That shale reserve exists under the entire valley.
All he needed from you were your mineral rights and land enough to drill.
But rather than being blackmailed into signing off on that, or risk the truth actually coming out, well, then you lassoed your cowpoke, filled him full of lead.
Well, look at that.
There's no truth to hide.
This is squatter's rights.
It's clear and out in the open.
Except "If the legal owner is not aware that the land that's been squatted on was theirs in the first place.
" Like your family damming that river with the Harpers not knowing that the original boundary line was actually the river underground.
Well, that just sounds like one tall tale that the ranch hands tell around the campfire.
That's a good story, but none of it's true.
All right.
We'll see about that.
And what are you doing? Getting back on the horse.
That's blood.
Lane's, I'm guessing, after you shot him.
So once I match this with Lane's DNA, I've got you dead to rights.
I knew Lane was nothing but trouble.
Honey, I wasn't about to let that carpetbagging tenderhorn come in here and take my land away from me.
Like you took it away from Holly? Well, now I'm gonna take something away from you Your freedom.
Giddyup, now.
So, is it true? What? That Willa's land really belongs to you or that Moses is in love with you? Uh, the land.
The other, I think I've always known.
Thanks.
Oh, no need to thank me.
Breaking suspects is what I do.
Hey.
Popcorn's up.
Thank you.
After last night, I don't think I'm ever drinking again.
- That bad, huh? - Yeah.
- Or that good.
- No.
Come on.
You can't expect to crawl into bed smelling like Mardi Gras and expect me not to ask.
Spill.
How was the bachelorette party? It was just like any other night out with the girls.
I am a trained professional, okay? I will get this out of you.
Oh, I'd like to see you try, mister.
Everything okay? Yeah.
No, it's, uh, Carlos.
I better reply.
Do you want to get started on the movie? Okay.
Everything all right? Yeah.
Yeah.
Everything okay with you? Yeah.