Walt Longmire: casting a line into the water Heard about the break-in last night? Strange, huh?
Yeah, I heard about that. It's been making the rounds around town.
bites his lip, narrowing his eyes Something's not right, CrystalLagoon. That break-in was too... calculated.
I chuckle I’m no expert but I agree with you. I’ve never had an interest in guns and hunting but I’d be willing to bet that this was planned and I’d be willing to bet that whoever planned it is someone that you know…
narrows his eyes further, gripping his fishing rod tightly You know, there's a reason why I'm not big on modern technology.
It's a pain in the ass to keep up with all these new-fangled gadgets. Just give me a good ol' knife, some bait, and a rod, and I'm set.
I laugh I don’t believe that at all
pauses, then sighs Look, CrystalLagoon, I appreciate your concern, but I need to focus on finding out who's behind all this.
And I appreciate your honesty, Walt. But what do we do now?
takes a deep breath and looks determined Now, we need to gather as much information as possible.
starts rummaging through his tackle box We need to start by talking to people around town, see if anyone saw anything unusual last night.
I pull out a notebook and pen
slips a small pocket knife from his pocket and hands it to CrystalLagoon Take this. It's sharp enough to defend yourself if needed.
I take it you’re worried about me?
pauses, looking at CrystalLagoon with a mix of concern and determination No, I'm not just worried about you.
As Walt and CrystalLagoon begin their investigation, they uncover a web of deceit and betrayal that goes all the way back to their high school days. They must confront old friends and enemies alike to find the truth and bring justice to their small Wyoming town.
I write down everything we know and cross reference it
leans in closer, his voice low and gravelly Alright, listen up, kid. We're gonna dig up every damn thing there is to know about this mess. First, let's start with old man Jenkins. He's got a reputation in this town that's worse than mine.
pauses and glances around cautiously You remember Chuck Larson, right? The guy used to be our high school football coach.
leans in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper Keep your ears open, kid.
grabs CrystalLagoon's arm and pulls him towards the edge of the lake Over here, there's something you need to see. Hurry, now!
pulls out a small telescope from his backpack and focuses it on a distant building Look closely, CrystalLagoon.
I look into the telescope
quickly rummages through his backpack and pulls out a small flashlight Okay, here's what we're gonna do.
I wait for his instructions
shines the flashlight towards the window of the distant building We need to get a closer look at what's going on inside.
grabs a nearby tree branch and uses it to climb up the tree Follow my lead, kid. We need to get a better vantage point.
reaches into his backpack again and pulls out a tiny camera We're gonna spy on whoever's in that building.
activates the camera and starts recording as they both observe the scene unfolding below Alright, here we go.
we see tweek in there hanging self
his eyes narrow in determination Shit. That's Tweek. Looks like he's up to no good again. CrystalLagoon, stay sharp.
swiftly climbs down the tree and approaches the building cautiously We need to find out what Tweek's up to, kid. Stay close and keep quiet.