Nice ride.
That a GT?
Yeah. GT boss.
Yeah, I remember.
Looks good. How much?
How much what?
How about you make me an offer for the car?
Make you an offer for my car?
Yeah.
What you think it is worth.
Boss?
We're good to go, Derrick.
Sorry, gotta go.
(Engine starts)
Got a V-8, 300 horses,
18-inch rims with MacPherson struts.
Where'd your old man get it?
Car auction, Abilene.
Ten gs, baby, as is, out the door.
Look at these two, huh?
You gotta be kidding me.
This fool again?
(Spanish pop music playing)
Show this douche lord what's what, Derrick.
(Tires squealing)
(Laughs)
You got him.
(Tires screeching)
(Engine revving)
Right now. Go!
Yo! Come on!
(Laughs)
Yeah!
(Tires squealing)
What the hell?
(Gasps)
You should have made me an offer.
What the... ?!
There's a lizard on my desk.
It's Gordon!
It's got a name?
Yeah, it's Jimmy's gecko.
He nursed him back to health after he lost his tail.
Used an eyedropper to feed him who knows what.
Turned him into a house gecko.
Tail grew back in a month.
Now Gordon's back, means Natalie gave Jimmy the boot again.
Which explains why he's been sleeping in the bunks.
- The lizard? - Jimmy. And it's not a lizard, it's a gecko.
- Keeps the bugs in check. - Right.
Daisy: Hey, Jimmy.
I don't want to talk about it, guys.
(Laughter) So how'd he lose his tail?
Uh, stress. Flight response.
So don't stress him out.
Guys, we got a priority target.
Fugitive just killed a state trooper's kid in Odessa.
Eduardo Loz. Did a three-year stretch at Beaumont
for possession and distribution.
His alias is "El Lobo."
The wolf!
Consider that an alias or a nickname?
He grew up on the streets in Juarez.
He's got no mother, no father, no family.
There were no visitors in prison,
no phone calls.
Ice deported him after his release in June.
It didn't take him long to get back in the country, huh?
We get an id on the car he used to run those boys off the road?
A couple gals saw them drag-racing.
They said it was an old muscle car.
White paint chips at the scene, along with Lopez's fingerprints.
The passenger died on impact.
The driver, Derrick Winters,
son of State Trooper Chuck Winters,
died from a puncture wound to the neck.
So he runs him off the road and then stabs the survivor.
Maybe he doesn't care if they know he's back.
Did the trooper think that Derrick was targeted?
His father, Chuck Winters, was part of a joint task force
out of Abilene that helped put Lobo away four years ago.
It's one thing to go after a trooper, but his family?
I want a list of everyone on that joint task force.
In case Lobo goes after them, too.
And I need to talk to that trooper.
Annie: Sorry for your loss, Chuck.
Thank you.
You know, 22 years.
You always worry about the next stop.
You never think the job's gonna come back on one of your own.
When you brought Lopez in,
- did he threaten you or your family? - No,
but we caught him red-handed, ten pounds of dope.
He starts screaming this was Mexico.
- We had no right to bust him. - Do you know what he meant by that?
Across the border, I guess cops would have been in his pocket.
Did you stand up in court?
Me and six other guys.
Lobo never said a word.
He sat there with that hate in his eyes.
We let him right back in the country.
Chuck, you got any idea how he tracked down your son?
He must have been watching my family.
You know, when I gave Derrick that car, he, uh,
he said, "I love you, pop."
I remember thinking I...
I hadn't heard that in a while.
I'm gonna catch him.
You hear me?
(Voice catches): I'm gonna catch him.
I hope you do before we find him.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
What you got? I got a crime stoppers' tip.
A Latino male matching
Lobo's description was seen
leaving a known chop shop in Midland.
He was driving a white muscle car with body damage.
Midland's 20 minutes from Odessa.
Those two boys were run off the road.
Local pd know the owner of the shop?
Yep. His name's Clive Barnes.
He lives on the premises.
He's an ex-con released two years ago.
From beaumont. Same cellblock as Lobo.
Let's catch ourselves a wolf.
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Jimmy: U.S. Marshals!
Clive Barnes, where are you?!
(Suspect yelling)
Annie: U.S. Marshals! Stop!
(Clamoring)
Give me your hands!
(Handcuffs rasp)
Get up!
Right here. Get on your knees.
Let me look at you.
Yeah, it's the cellblock mate.
Let's clear the rest of this place.
Where is he, Clive?
Lobo ain't here no more, I swear.
I didn't ask you where he ain't, I asked you where he is.
I spoke to your parole officer today.
I got your blue warrant.
You want to help us out a little bit?
He said he wanted to borrow some tools.
What kind of tools?
A punch chisel, reciprocating saw.
Punch chisel? What's that for?
He said he needed it to fix his girl's car.
He mention a name? Where she lives?
Didn't ask, don't want to know.
What kind of car was it?
White Nova, '70, maybe '71.
Anybody else he was friends with
- inside he might be headed to? - Doubt it.
Lobo ain't the pal-around type.
Did he ever mention anything about getting back at anybody?
Law enforcement?
Lobo don't have respect for officers of the law.
Check.
$8.19, please.
Their breakfast is on me.
Feeling generous today, huh?
Yeah, they're guests in my country,
and you always fatten the hog first.
Officers.
He just bought y'all breakfast.
Name is Maricela Ortiz.
The only female in the area with a '70 White Nova.
Works at the DMV. No priors.
Daisy: Lobo's got a girlfriend.
It's still warm.
Lobo hasn't been here long.
(Keys jingle)
(Clicks on radio, tejano music plays)
Likes his tejano music.
And his bubblegum.
Bazooka Josã©.
(Door bursts open)
Annie: Clear the room!
Secure the back door!
U.S. Marshals! Freeze!
Hands up!
Put your hands up'!
No, no, no, por favor!
The back room's clear.
Okay, okay! Back door's secure!
Sit right there.
¿Donde esta el Lobo? El Lobo?
It look like he's here?!
He left your Nova out front.
I didn't hear him come in. I've been sleeping.
I didn't do nothing!
You're harboring a fugitive
that's wanted for homicide, honey.
- Homicide? - Double homicide.
You lie to us, and that makes you an accessory on both counts,
you understand that?
Look, we're just friends, okay?
I let him stay here a couple of nights.
I loaned him my car.
Sounds like you're pretty close friends.
I work at the DMV.
I met him first day on the job.
He stood up for me when some jerkoff was giving me a hard time.
He ask you to pull a registration
for a Mustang GT recently?
Yeah, said he wanted to buy it back.
Buy it back? What's that mean?
Used to be his car.
That's why he was so mad.
Government took away all his stuff when he went inside.
Narco trafficking.
Fed would have seized his assets, his car.
I checked the vin number.
It's true. Winters bought that car
for his son at a federal auction.
Mostly seized vehicles.
Could have been anybody
- that bought that Mustang. - Son of a bitch.
Lobo wasn't after the trooper or his son.
He was after the car.
Annie: Well, let's call the U.S. attorney's office.
Jimmy: I'll get a list of all the seized properties.
Annie: Could be that he's going after that stuff next.
Marco: I checked with the prison library.
El Lobo had three favorite books:
The Mexican-American war,
a people's history of the United States and...
(Mispronouncing): Reconquista?
Marco: La Reconquista.
Mexicans who think the U.S.
stole Texas after the war,
not to mention New Mexico, Arizona, California.
Lobo told Trooper Winters that he didn't think they had
the right to bust him.
He didn't believe in the authority
of the United States government.
Hell, that just makes him a Texan.
A government that I don't believe in
throws me in jail.
Takes everything you earn.
Seizes all of assets including a Mustang GT?
I wa it back.
Lobo the repo man.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Nice truck. How much?
It ain't for sale.
Now, back up and get the hell off my property.
Listen, Jose...
What'd you pay for it?
It ain't none of your damn business what I paid for it.
A man's property
is his until he sells it.
I never sold it.
Just tell me, what do you think is fair?
Fair what?
Listen, buddy...
What do you think is fair?
I paid good money for this car.
You never paid me for it.
You paid the wrong person.
Make me an offer.
Maybe we can agree on a price.
This ain't Mexico. This is Texas, comprende?
So I suggest you take your things, you hit the bricks...
Should have made me an offer.
(Siren whoops)
- Hey. - Hi.
The guy's name is Travis Price.
Same puncture wound as Derrick Winters.
I guess we know what the punch chisel was for.
He took the guy's Ford Bronco.
The son of a bitch desecrated the Texas flag.
They had some sort of exchange.
And the neighbor said that
Price said something about
- making him an offer. - Making Lobo an offer?
The way Lobo sees it, he's still the rightful owner of the car.
The U.S. Attorney's office
confirmed Lobo had five vehicles
under multiple names.
All seized upon incarceration.
Price's Bronco was one of them?
Price purchased it at a federal auction in Abilene six months ago.
Lobo have any other property other than the cars?
No, just the vehicles.
So we have the Mustang, the Bronco...
- That's two down, three to go. - If Lobo wants
the cars, why did he leave the Mustang in the ditch?
And why's he have to kill the owners?
I don't know, but we'd better find them before Lobo does.
Annie: Three cars are outstanding of Lobo's.
All seized by the U.S. attorney, all sold at federal auction.
We've got a '69 GTO in Dallas.
Owned by Robert Jamison.
Jimmy and I will sweep him up.
Now, Luke, you're going to continue following up
with this Lincoln Continental in Waco.
The owner is on his way in, okay?
- On it. - And Marco and Daisy,
you guys have got Terry Bowden.
He's the owner of a pickup truck in Galveston.
- Already sent local P.D. to the house. - Good.
All right, let's ride.
Can I help you?
I'm Annie frost with the U.S. Marshals.
I'm looking for Robert Jamison.
He bought this car at an auction.
Yes, that's my husband. That's his car.
He was working on it out in the garage.
Talking to another man.
Another man? What'd he look like?
Latino.
Showed up with a toolbox.
I thought he was here to fix the car.
Annie. The garage... come on.
All right, I just need you to stay
right back there for one second.
Call the EMTs!
Robert?
- Keep her out of here. - Robert?!
- Oh, my God! - Come on, man, stay with me.
At least the garage is clear.
(Siren whoops)
Lobo took the GTO, left the Bronco.
There's got to be a reason he swapped cars.
Yeah, well, I guess he didn't accept Lobo's offer.
But why leave the Bronco?
He's done with it.
The same with the Mustang.
He got what he wanted.
Ow!
Lobo cut it open. He was looking for something.
Hey, I want this car impounded.
Bowden's trailer should be just down the road.
Left the guy four messages he still hasn't returned.
Calling doesn't work. Maybe knocking will.
See Bowden's truck anywhere?
No.
Let's go check it out.
Hey, buddy!
My name's Don.
Around here, everybody calls me Thibb.
Terry Bowden.
All right. Well, you looking to buy today, Terry?
I'll take this baby.
Oh. Oh, Whoo, yeah.
Now, she is a honey.
Genuine American made muscle car.
Now it's rebuilt all the way from the ground up.
Now, I think we're asking about $20,000...
You take cash, Thibby?
Sure do, Mr. Bowden.
You got a trade-in?
- Ford F-250. Classic. - Tell you what... let me talk to my manager
and see what we can work out for you, okay?
(Voicemail beeping)
One new message.
Mr. Bowden, this is Marco Martinez with the U.S. Marshals.
I need to talk to you about a truck
you recently purchased.
You know, Terry, I really fought for you on that trade-in,
but my manager... he won't have nothing of it.
Best he can offer you is, uh...
$500 on that truck.
(Laughing)
Deal.
(Knocking)
Mr. Bowden.
Y'all here for the dog?
U.S. Marshals, ma'am.
We're looking for Terry Bowden.
It's an extremely important matter.
I noticed the police parked out front.
Is he in some kind of trouble?
We're trying to keep him out of trouble, ma'am.
You have any idea where he is?
Thought maybe something happened with Charlene's mama.
Her being in the hospital with the cancer and all.
Charlene?
Terry's girlfriend.
Dolores been waiting damn near forever
for that shrimper to make an honest woman out of her
Dolores?
Charlene's mama.
My best friend.
Used to live in that trailer till she got the cancer.
Terry's a shrimper?
Was. Now it's just about as useful as hunting dinosaurs
since the spill.
I really don't know what they're gonna do.
Okay, ma'am. When was the last time you saw Terry?
Saw him haul ass out of here this morning
with half their things stuffed in his truck.
He left town, madam?
Didn't even tell me they was going away somewhere.
Damn rude and presumptuous,
given Charlene always asked me to take care of Reba.
Which ordinarily I don't mind,
seeing they let me share their cable feed.
Who's Reba?
Their dog.
The one running around out back.
Y'all speak English?
Si.
Give us a call if you see him.
It's extremely important.
♪ ♪
(garbled radio transmission)
(Chuckles)
(Answering machine beeps)
Mr. Bowden, this is Marco Martinez with the U.S. Marshals.
I need to talk to you about a truck you recently purchased.
I'll also try to reach you on your cell phone.
(Dog barking) (Answering machine beeps)
Hey, Terry, this is Thibby over at Blanchard Chevrolet.
Seems there was a little snafu
with the title on the trade-in on the truck.
(Dog barking)
Hey, hey, little... hey, little one.
Oh, look what I found. Look what I found.
Let's have some.
(Clicking tongue)
Oh, that's a good boy, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
(Spanish pop song playing)
Annie: Hey, Jimmy, is that the cash
from the Lincoln Luke brought in?
Yeah, you know what I was thinking?
The government didn't just take Lobo's cars...
they took his retirement plan.
- Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo. - Mm-hmm.
Guaranteed property rights to Mexicans in Texas.
It wasn't honored.
To the Victors go the spoils.
And his was dealing drugs.
And he still thinks it's rightfully his,
and he's going to wage his own private war
until he gets it back.
The Mexican-American war part two.
- And what was your first car, Jimmy? - Do you remember?
It was my old man's international harvester scout.
- I still got it. - I checked the date.
That Ford is the first vehicle Lobo ever owned.
And you're thinking he's taking this truck back to Mexico.
Yeah, big engine compartment, big gas tank.
He could have socked away a lot of cash in that old pickup.
He's not going to stop until he gets every last car.
We're going to have to find him first,
because the owner's in the wind.
Yeah, Terry Bowden.
He's an out-of-work shrimper.
He's up to his ears in debt.
Why would he run?
Maybe the son of a bitch found the money.
Got a hit on Bowden's truck.
Traded it in a few hours ago at a dealership in galveston.
Traded it in for what?
'68 Camaro convertible.
Paid 20 grand in cash.
So now we know why he's not calling us back, huh?
♪ ♪
Terry, what in the hell are you doing in that car?
You were right, baby.
That truck was a money pit, so I sold it.
Sold your truck?
Shrimping boat, too.
And I did it...
to buy you...
this.
What do you say?
Will you marry me, Charlene Hughes?
Terry!
I packed you a bag. Let's go do it, baby.
Right now.
Well, where are we going? Vegas!
Just disappear, baby, you and me.
Wait, what about my mama?
We'll tell her when we get back.
I can't just go and leave. What about Reba?
She'll be fine.
Greta will feed her.
I ain't leaving Reba.
And besides, I had my eye on a dress over there
at the bridal shop.
Okay, how about I drop you off at the bridal shop.
I'll go get Reba,
and then I'll come back and pick you up with your new dress.
I don't know what to say, Terry.
Say, yes, baby. (Laughing)
Ford F150.
American classic.
They don't build 'em like that anymore.
Just come in on a trade.
The owner really babied it.
Got a big block V-8.
Real workhorse.
Want to take it for a spin?
ÿcuanto cuesta?
How much?
Oh, uh, well, I really hadn't
had a chance to price it yet,
but tell you what, I'm willing to let it go
for $4,500.
What's your favorite color balloon?
Red,
white or blue?
Are you looking to buy today, amigo?
Are you?
Annie: Where's the truck?
Man: It was just here. One of my sales associates
must have taken it around back to get it washed.
Annie, Robert Jamison's GTO.
Come on. Lobo swapped cars again.
Terry: Reba?
Come on, little girl. As usual, you get your way.
We just can't go anywhere without you.
Reba? Re...
Oh, no, Reba.
(Gunshot)
Shells, shells, where's the damn shells?!
(Tires squealing)
Knew Bowden would come back for his dog.
How does a man kill another man's dog?
Another woman's dog.
You know, Lobo's not going
to stop hunting them until he finds them.
If we find Bowden, Lobo will come to us.
Bowden and Charlene aren't criminals.
They have no reason to cover their tracks.
I ran Bowden's credit card. There's a charge
at a bridal shop in town for $400.
Wedding dress.
Another charge at CVS for gatorade, chaser pills, condoms.
- Vegas. - Vegas.
Vegas.
They're getting hitched.
All right, then what?
Jimmy: Honeymoon in Italy.
- And they ain't coming back. - I don't think Charlene knew that.
Look at this.
A lot of time and love went into that.
Doubt Charlene would have left that behind.
Well, neighbors said Bowden left with their stuff.
So he must have packed for her.
We'll call and talk... see if they got the jet.
- We going to Vegas? - Yes, Jimmy, we're going to Vegas.
We're going to give photos to every hotel on The Strip.
We're going to put a Bolo out
for Mr. Bowden and his brand-new Camaro.
I know how we're going to find them.
But how's Lobo?
Gracias, señor.
Did y'all come for the bedpan?
(Coughs)
I ain't feeling too hot after that last round of chemo.
I'm dying here, ain't I?
I suppose that's up to you.
(Chuckling)
It's one of them cell phones for old folks like me.
It's got big buttons on it.
It just makes calls.
It hasn't got any geegaws or doodads on it.
Gee-gaws?
Bells and whistles.
Charlene thought I ought to have one in case of an emergency.
By which time it's probably
going to be too damn late anyway.
(Coughs)
I like you.
Got another piece of that bubble gum?
It'll make you laugh.
Las Vegas.
Where half the fugitives in America go to disappear.
Come to have their last hurrah.
How are those bunks treating you, cowboy?
I've slept in worse places, Annie.
What did you do?
I don't know, something about not changing enough.
- Changing what? - Beats me. Natalie wouldn't tell me.
I just want my stuff back.
I heard she threw a yard sale.
Yeah. She's got this problem with having guns in the house,
and I hid one. It's just... I don't know.
You hid a gun in her place?
Yeah, my grandfather's 1911. I hid it up in the closet.
I'm fixing to do a little stealth operation.
I'm just not ready to get into the fire yet.
- Good luck with that. - Thank you very much.
Hey, did they get anything off of Bowden's computer?
Last 24 hours, Bowden checked his bank account
and online air fare to Europe.
- Honeymoon in Italy. - You were right.
(Tires squealing)
What's this?
Got seized by assets forfeiture.
Turned over to the district.
Buddy of mine owes me a favor.
Nice work, Daisy.
Here you go, boo man.
Boo man?
What am I 17?
Here come the repo men.
Terry Bowden, U.S. Marshal Annie frost.
Lobo has killed four people, including a cop.
You saw what he did to your trailer.
Please call me back... if not for your own safety,
how about for Charlene's?
I now pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
(Phone ringing)
Oh, Terry, it's mama.
Go ahead and answer it, baby.
Tell her.
Mama, me and Terry are married now.
Lobo: Did you think that you could steal from me?
Who is this?
Hello.
Something old, something new.
What the hell do you want?
Something borrowed will make you blue.
Did you borrow from me, Terry, or did you steal?
You leave us be. You got the truck.
I want my money.
I bought that truck fair and square
as is.
That's the law.
What law? Finder's keepers?
Tell me, shrimper man.
You go to hell.
You're coming with me.
Terry?
Lobo's a killing machine.
He's not going to stop until he gets his money back.
And Bowden's walking around Vegas
like he hit the damn jackpot.
Okay, so if you're Terry Bowden,
you've got all the money in the world,
where are you going to stay?
Awesome penthouse suite, but we still got to go.
You need to tell me what's going on.
I'll tell you everything on the plane, baby.
What plane? Where are we going now?
Anywhere. Pick a place. We'll go anywhere you want to go.
Terry, why did that man have my mama's cell phone?
He said you stole from him.
Honey, I didn't steal a thing.
And I... you don't worry about your mama.
She's fine. I called the hospital.
I'm not going anywhere till you tell me the truth.
Why have you gone off the deep end?
I found it hidden in the truck.
Which I bought at auction as is.
How much money is this?
Give or take a few grand...
it's a million dollars.
Legally, it's ours, baby.
We're rich!
Wait, shh, shh.
Shh, shh, shh.
Listen to me.
But the man after this money is a very bad man.
So we can't go home.
Ever.
Bowden packed Charlene's bags for her.
He made her leave everything she loves behind.
Her sick mother, her dog.
If Bowden wants to keep the money and Charlene,
he's going to have to come clean.
Today... is the happiest day of my life.
You're my wife.
And I promise I'm going to love and protect you,
'cause all I ever wanted to do is make you happy, baby.
Terry, I am happy.
But even if we go to the police,
this won't end.
The guy is a stone-cold killer.
Then give him back the money. Without the money,
I wouldn't have been able to afford the wedding,
the car... I mean, your ring.
I just want to be worthy of you, Charlene.
(Shs)
You always were...
ring or no ring.
Assuming Charlene goes along with the plan...
The honeymoon becomes a getaway.
Bowden was checking airfares to Europe.
He's gonna have to take her someplace amazing.
Someplace she's always dreamed about going to.
Venice.
Doesn't get more romantic than Italy.
How much you want to bet?
They're staying at the venetian.
Let's go get Bowden.
(Tires squealing)
(Phone ringing)
Yeah?
I got your money.
Now where do you want to meet?
Room service.
Complimentary champagne from the concierge.
It's all clear.
Large room's entrance way.
Jimmy: Front bedroom's clear.
Luke: We're good back here.
It's clear.
Balcony's clear.
(Snaps fingers)
Go.
Oh, don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Terry said if we went to the police, it wouldn't end.
Just get more complicated.
Already is complicated, Charlene.
Now where'd he go?
He told me not to answer the door for no one.
Y'all didn't even give the pass phrase.
"Shrimping ain't easy."
(Chuckles)
He take the money with him?
He said he could handle this man-to-man.
Lobo's got my mama's cell phone.
Jimmy: Gonna need that number.
He's giving all that money back
to Lobo?
Yeah, we decided it was the only way.
All right, Charlene, if you ever want to see your husband again,
you're gonna tell us where he went.
This is Annie frost, U.S. Marshals
requesting backup at Stumpy's diner
on highway 93, outskirts of Vegas.
Is that it?
I give you the money, this all stops.
That your offer?
No offer, it's yours.
I'm giving it back.
You think that's fair?
You got what you wanted, we're square.
It's a ring.
Bought it for my wife.
The rest of it is all there.
Spent $1,500 on the wedding.
(Unzipping)
I respect your honesty.
I accept your offer.
Congratulations on your wedding.
Old, new...
borrowed... blue.
Here's something new.
(Spanish pop music playing)
(Phone ringing)
Hello.
How about I make you an offer, el Lobo?
Who's this?
This is U.S. Marshal Annie frost.
You should have dumped the cell phone, Lobo.
The kid you killed was a son of a friend of ours,
so either you pull over and turn yourself in
or things are about to get very disturbing for you.
No deal.
Fair enough.
(Tires squealing)
(Dog barking in distance)
Had your chance.
Should have taken my offer.
Jimmy: Trooper Winters is here.
Thank you.
Anybody could have bought that car.
But he didn't.
It's not your fault, Chuck.
It's not.
Thanks.
(Sighs)
(Charlene laughs)
All right, so next time a U.S. Marshall calls you,
you might want to pick up the phone.
- Look, I'm real sorry about that. - Thank you.
We'll let you know if El Lobo ever gets out of jail.
You might want to get yourself a new boat. Stick to the water.
Take your wife to Venice.
We don't have that kind of money.
We'll call HQ in Arlington.
See if we can't get you a little reward money.
For your cooperation.
I don't know. If I came across that kind of money,
I'd buy myself a '65 Harley Panhead.
Not me. I would, uh... I'd buy a house
in a nice neighborhood for my mother.
Others: Aw...
Aw, so sweet. (Laughs)
And a big-ass pizza oven for me.
Come on! What?
I love making pizzas.
Pepperoni! Daisy: What about you, boo man?
I was thinking about getting that car back, 'cause
- I thought I made that ride look good. - Okay...
- Without the money. - What? What'd I say?
Must have been something you said.
That's it. Cut him off.
(Daisy laughs)
It's crickets.
Jimmy's crickets.
Gordon ate all the bs in the bullpen.
Are you heading back to the bunks, cowboy?
I lost my girl and my favorite gun.
I think I can help you with one of those things.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
Grandfather's gun? Can't lose that.
How'd you get it back from nat?
I went over there to her place and just asked her for it.
She was glad to be rid of it.
You know what I don't get is why Natalie has to try and change me.
I mean, I'm the same man I was when I met her.
Well, maybe she's the one that changed.
(Chuckles) Lately it seems like she's got
a problem with everything I do.
Including the job?
Don't they all?
(Chuckles)
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