Walker

Look at you.

Did you get your guy?

Come on. You have to ask?

You get huffy when I don't ask.

Yeah, I got my guy. You heading out already?

Yeah, I got to pick up Geri.

She's got the supplies.

And you are gonna be...

On the approved route that you gave me.

- Okay. - Don't worry, Ranger Walker.

Now get up to the house.

The kids are waiting on you, with your parents.

- It's game night. - Right.

Uh, how do I play that game again?

Every time you tell me the rules, I-I black out.

Babe, just go in there, go have some dinner,

go play some games. They're just so excited to see you.

You could lose every single game and it wouldn't matter.

Why are you talking about... straight to me losing?

Hey. Be safe.

You be safe.

Stella's gonna whup your butt.

All right, yes.

Dang. Dang.

I've been in prison three times now.

H-How... You get a six and a five...

- Just watch, just watch. - Oh...

- Okay. - Come on, good roll.

Oh, my God!

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

- What? - Okay, okay, okay.

- What's happening? - What's happening is your son

is mopping the floor with you.

Yeah, I... yeah, I know he is, clearly.

But I don't understand the rules, so it's-it's not fair.

- Oh! I knew it! - Oh! Yeah!

You knew... What?

- What's going on? - We all get a bonus turn

when someone says it isn't fair,

and Stella knew you would crack.

Stella.

Et tu, Brute? Your own dad?

This is a very serious game.

- No loyalties. - All right, well, I...

- Get it. Come on. - _

- Excuse me, we're playing a game. - Good roll, good roll, good roll.

Yeah. Uh... hey, just a sec.

- See, he can't even handle it. - I know.

What a sad state of affairs.

- Okay, come on. It's my turn. - All right. What do you got?

Emily. You all right?

Just had to call you. Something's not right.

What do you mean?

Emily. Emily.

Hey.

Good one.

Uh, Dad, it's your turn.

Hey, uh...

Augie, why-why don't you, uh,

- why don't you take my turn? - Cordell?

Just, uh, just work stuff.

It-It's, uh... Got my turn, bud?

- Yeah. Okay. - Be right back.

You've reached Emily Walker.

I'm probably out trying to save the world or something.

Leave me a message.

_

- Let's just go inside. - He's coming.

Oh, absolutely.

Neither hell nor high water could keep him away.

Did he call you when he got in?

You're asking if my brother checked in with me,

gave me his whereabouts

as well as an update on his emotional state of mind?

Fair.

Does he know that his old partner is his boss now?

Mm, last time we spoke he was a little busy.

Didn't seem like the right time to tell him

I was getting a promotion.

Told you he'd be here.

Hello, good people!

We should've told Stan we were running late.

Please. That man loves two things:

being in the room where it happens

and your mother's brisket.

Young dude, how you are?

- I'm good. How are you? - Yeah?

Yeah.

- Baby girl. - Hey.

- How are you, sweet pea? - Good.

- Where's the hero? - Making history, I'm sure, Stan.

Why don't you head inside? I'm sure my folks

would love to share a drink with you.

Well, thank you, young Liam.

Larry, hey.

- Always good to see you guys. - Absolutely.

If I had to guess, I'd say the lookout.

- Lady Bird Lake? - Yeah, Emily and Cordell's place.

All right, I'll get a patrol car out there.

Trooper Ramirez, DPS.

You got a plan for the night, sir?

A plan? Uh, not as such.

Sir, this is a public space.

- Can I please see your license? - Yep.

You, uh, you ask so nicely.

Yeah, they train the girls special.

I'm gonna take you home.

You can pick your truck up in the morning.

These seats go back at all?

It's not designed for comfort.

Most guys, when they're drinking with no intention

of putting the cap back on, just do it at home.

Yeah, well, I've been out of town for a while.

For... more than ten months.

Flew in just a couple hours ago.

Haven't even seen my kids yet.

I'm still, uh,

you know, carrying the work with me.

Didn't want to get the stink of it on 'em.

Needed to go visit a ghost instead.

Doomed for a certain term to walk the night.

It's been a while since I had an actual conversation.

I mean, you know, as myself.

So you've been out of town, not yourself.

Sounds like undercover. Law enforcement?

Cordell Walker, Texas Ranger.

Respect.

All right, this you?

I guess.

I'll thank you for this in the morning, I bet.

Consider it my last good deed as a state trooper.

I just got promoted.

Respect.

Lot of daylight there. Getting sticky.

Yeah, buddy. Kept the beard on.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

All right.

Well, there he is.

Good to see you, Dad.

Might've been better to see you last night at the appointed time

when we were gathered to express our awe and admiration.

I appreciate it.

Just curious to me as to why they're so impressed

with something that took you so damn long to accomplish.

Ten months? That's over 14 breeding cycles here.

You, uh, really did the math there.

Colts look strong this year.

Yes, they do.

- Listen, Dad, I-I wanted to... - No need.

Get on up that house.

Let your mama think she's the first to lay eyes on you.

All right, Daddy.

Oh! He lives!

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh. Had you told me you were coming,

I would've kept Stella home.

- No, I'll... I'll catch her tonight. - Dad!

August!

My boy. Hey.

You-you... you grew.

- Yeah. - Feet!

Hey, bro.

Good to see you, stinker.

Get over here.

All right. You're getting stronger.

Yeah. I'm still the big brother.

Boys, knock it off.

Oh, all right, all right, all right,

all right, all right. I got to be careful.

Your hands got soft since you got promoted.

I am the most well-groomed assistant D.A. in Austin.

- August, grab your lunch. - Oh.

William Edison, get your butt in the shower.

I did not press that suit for my own amusement.

I... I know, Mama.

I'm... I got to go.

Hey, you... you, uh, you been living here?

Oh, I got my own place in town.

I-I do have a social life.

Or I did.

I don't think Bret was expecting

to play My Two Dads quite so soon, but...

it's all good.

- Just been helping out. - Yeah, uh... thank you.

All right. Yeah. You're good.

All right.

Hey.

You know how many slices of pie

I put away in your honor last night?

It's okay, though, 'cause I got to listen to Stan Morrison

pontificating on your greatness

for almost an hour.

Your daddy finally just got up and left.

Grabbed a bottle, went to the bunkhouse.

Well, that sounds like your own fault, James.

Or, uh...

Captain James?

Is this gonna be a thing now, or...

You mean "congratulations"?

Is that what you're trying to say?