Tracker

Previously on Tracker ...

How's Keaton doing? Got some PI work for him if he's interested.

My old partner on the force, Nat Dobbs. I can't find him.

Detective Simms.

Any sign of Dobbs?

No. Looks like this was someone's body dump.

You got any idea who's involved in that body farm?

Yeah. Zhan Menassian.

What's that, right there on the window?

-What is that? A reflection? -You're kidding me. Emile Lang.

He's been off the map for five years

after killing a cop at the Vortex nightclub.

Then why the hell resurface now?

I got him. Dobbs!

It was Lang.

Was he here?

He took my boss out to the garage, out in the back.

What did Lang want?

He kept asking where she was.

Someone called Cassie Lindstrom.

Keaton. Keaton.

Hey.

Lang's looking for Cassie Lindst--

Keaton?

Okay.

Come on, buddy.

Here we go.

Come on!

Here you go. Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Damn.

I'll find something to pack that wound.

Hold on. Be right back, okay?

One sec. Be right back.

There. All right.

Here you go. Here you go.

Pressure's good. All right, pressure.

Hey, I'm gonna go get us help, okay?

You hang on.

Be right back.

All right.

911, what's your emergency?

Hey, this is Colter Shaw, I'd like to report an accident.

Location?

Briar Bridge Road.

Near the turnpike.

There's a man down. He needs medical assistance.

-Do you know his name? -John Keaton.

All right, someone's on their way.

Hey.

Any word on Colter Shaw?

Turns out he's the one that made the 911 call for Keaton

after the shoot-out at the lake house.

-There's no sign of him. -Damn it.

I told Keaton to stand down.

Stubborn bastard didn't listen.

I've got the FBI breathing down my neck on this Menassian murder.

Did you find anything on the victims at the lake house?

The accountant.

He was on Menassian's payroll.

This is all connected.

-What about the housekeeper? -She's clean.

There's nothing on her.

How does Shaw fit into all this?

It could be he's working with Lang and just got Keaton dragged into it.

We do have Shaw at both crime scenes.

At the Menassian murder and now the lake house shooting.

I give the FBI this information. They're leaning that way too.

Copy that. There's no hits on the APB,

but we've got units and K-9s en route.

-Great. Let's gather up the press. -Okay.

Is everything okay?

You gotta see this.

Last night, two individuals were killed in a violent exchange of gunfire,

and we've identified two persons of interest, Emile Lang and Colter Shaw.

With an assist from the FBI,

we are actively deploying all resources in this manhunt.

Shaw and Lang should be considered armed and dangerous.

We are asking the public to please stay vigilant

and report any information regarding their whereabouts

to the police immediately.

Thank you.

The hell is going on?

I have no idea. His phone keeps going to voicemail.

Well, I haven't heard from him since yesterday.

His cell service went offline when he was up at the lake.

He was tracking Lang.

Something must have gone sideways.

Colter?

It's not his number.

-Hello? -Reenie.

Oh, Colter, thank God.

-What is going on? -Keaton and I were ambushed.

-What? By who? -Gotta be Lang.

You all right, bro?

I've been better.

I'm gonna flag somebody down.

Whoa, that's-- that's a bad idea.

The police are looking at you for all of these murders, Colter.

Zhan Menassian, two people at the lake house.

Two people? What are you talking about?

An accountant and his housekeeper.

Oh, no, she was alive when I left the house.

Lang must-- must have gone back and killed the woman.

Tie up his loose ends.

Send him the video of Dobbs killing Menassian with Lang.

-That'll clear me. -Yeah, flag on that play, man.

I already tried to retrieve it. Everything's been wiped.

I'm being set up.

Tell us where you are. We'll come get you.

No, it's better you don't know.

And Reenie, don't get my brother involved on this one.

I'll call you when I can.

Can you get a location on him?

I can try, but you know he's gonna ditch his phones and go analog.

Maybe I'll get lucky and there's some

game and wildlife surveillance around the lake.

-Do whatever it takes. -I got you.

-Reenie Greene? -Yes?

We're looking for Colter Shaw.

He's not here and this is private property.

And this is a warrant to search it.

Okay.

This warrant is restricted to files

and correspondence pertaining to Colter as an employer of services.

- That's it. - That's all we need.

All right. I will be observing the execution of the warrant.

- That's your right. - It sure is.

You can start in here.

-Colter? -That bad, huh?

I'm gonna get you outta here. Got us an Airbnb.

How'd you know I was nearby?

Still keeping tabs, I see.

Okay, this next part's gonna hurt, Mr. No Anesthetic.

Yeah, just-- just do it.

Okay. Okay. I got it.

Hey, look at me.

I'm looking at you.

Are you okay? I just pulled a bullet out of your chest.

Thank you.

Police were scanning the crash area looking for you. You said...

-You said you were being set up? -Yeah.

-I don't know by who. -It's okay.

We'll figure it out. I got you.

- Got you a fresh change of clothes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.

You're not going anywhere.

Here. Sit.

-Sit. -Yeah.

Thanks.

Keaton said that Lang was after someone.

Cassie Lindstrom.

I got to get to her first.

You're in no shape to do that.

You don't know who she is, where she could be.

There's an officer who was killed at a nightclub nearby, same last name.

I figure maybe they're related.

Okay.

Can you look her up?

Please.

But first, you're gonna rest.

Drink this.

Okay, yeah, here we go.

There's a Detective Jack Lindstrom.

He was shot and killed outside Vortex nightclub five years ago.

Cassie's his wife. That's Lang's target?

That's who he was looking for at the lake house.

It says here she moved to a different town after her husband was killed.

Lang probably already would have been there.

As good a place as any to start looking. Maybe we get lucky.

-Neighbors spotted you. We need to go. -Yeah.

Listen... I'm gonna go alone.

- I need to get to Cassie. Clear my name.

Police, open the door.

Goddamn it. Okay.

All right.

Bag.

It's got cash, burner.

-Police, open the door. -I owe you again.

This way.

What the hell are you doing?

Federal agents, unlock the door.

This is your last chance before we break down the door and arrest you.

Sup? My bad, man.

I-I had my cans on. I couldn't... Oh, yeah, okay.

Yeah, I couldn't...

What... Nice to meet you too.

- Are we done here? - We are.

Did they get anything?

No, no. But, uh, now I can't track Colter.

Whoa.

What happened here?

Oh, nothing much. Just your usual morning FBI raid.

What?

We'll be fine. Everything will be fine.

What were they looking for?

Colter.

But they're not going to find him, Randy made sure of that.

I... I ran into the accountant next door.