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Previously on
American Rust...

Thank you for taking me in.

You can stay here

as long as you need to.

My son is gonna spend
the rest of his life

in that prison,
and he's not gonna make it.

Tomorrow, down that hallway.

That's where
you're gonna take him out.

He needs to cease

existing.

Nod twice to let me know
you understand your mission.

Picked the wrong group
to fuck with, Poe.

Good luck with the Aryans
when you get out of here.

Wesley Ives? We'd like
to ask him a few questions.

Well, he died. That Buick's
been sitting outside

-since he passed.
-[Harris] Hi, Karl.

-We thought we'd find you here.
- Oh. Right.

Well, that's not mine, Harris.
I swear on my mother.

I've been thinking a lot
about your brother.

I made things tough for him.

Maybe it's a good thing he left.

And where's Billy now?

He was charged with murder one,

for the man I killed.

I think he's giving up
his life for me.

Seems like you have

a big decision to make.

I'll bet my flat, white ass

that nimrod'll take

a fucking deal from the D.A.
and rat us out.

I know where he is.

-That Bobby guy.
-[Grace] You found him?

I know

what has to be done.

slow, eerie,
pulsating music

You hanging in there?

A little lonely,
to tell you the truth.

I mean, she's a nice old lady,

but she can't hear
a fucking thing

so I'm yelling all the time.

And I'm a gentle soul,
so it don't feel right.

You'd shoot your sister
if you had to.

I don't have a sister.

No, I know. I'm just...

-Look out, my friend.
- Oh, Jesus.

Set a few of those
out on the property

in case anyone comes
snooping around.

I'll tell you the one person
who's been messing

-with my equilibrium.
- Hmm?

Jackson's such a pussy
the last few days.

They'll never be able
to track it back

to his piece-of-shit pharmacy.

-That's right.
- I mean,

you haven't been dealing lately?

Nah, I'm keeping a low profile.

Haven't sold anything in days,

which sucks for my wallet,
but at least

I don't have the cops knocking
on my door.

Good. That's good.

Man, I just pawned my watch.

You know,
I'm sacrificing a whole hell

of a lot,
just so that you could...

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Thanks.

Don't get too comfortable.

You go back out soon.

-Back where?
- General population.

Why?

I thought I was supposed
to be here for at least a week.

I'm just telling you
what I heard.

You know it's not safe for me.

Who makes the decision?

In this place?

Guards, inmates, the warden.

It's hard to tell sometimes.

Just know it's coming.

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Hey, Daddy?

I have a bit of money
from selling the car.

Not a huge amount, but enough
if we're careful with it.

I'm ready to do what I should

take care of my family.

Maybe eventually
I'll enroll at Pitt Law,

but for now, what I know is that

this is the right place for me.

This is home.

Lee, this isn't what I meant
to happen.

What does that mean?

You made a whole life
for yourself on the East Coast.

I didn't intend to drag you back
to Buell forever.

You didn't drag me.
I came here because I wanted to.

You came because I called you
in the middle of the night

and told you to.

Since you've been here,

I'm seeing how hard
I push people

to do what I want them to do.

A month before your mother died,

she told me she'd been dreaming

about going back to Mexico

after both you and Isaac left
for college.

Just having these dreams,
over and over.

You know what I did?

I cut her out
of our bank account

so she wouldn't take money
and run off.

Started leaving her a few
dollars every day for groceries.

Taking care of me
was killing your mother.

I won't be responsible
for that happening to you.

It isn't your decision.

Maybe we've all had enough

of you making decisions
for other people.

I have spent so long
trying to figure out

where I belong.

I adapted, I contorted myself

to fit in every place I went.

In New York City,
in New Haven.

Now I just want to be home

and take care of my father.

Why is that wrong?

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Hey, buddy.

Got some, uh, new wheels?

Yeah, I'm sick
of driving my truck everywhere.

Found this old beauty,
couldn't resist.

Let me buy you a drink.

All right.

It was basically a disaster
for me. Couldn't sit still.

Joined the Army
as soon as I graduated.

Bet it was a different story
for you.

Even so, I remember a few things
from high school.

Couple morsels of information

lodged themselves one place
or another.

Here's one--
tenth grade, all right?

I remember one line
from one play.

How about that? Huh?

No idea which play,

but I'll tell you something.
I like it,

and I say it to myself
from time to time

whenever something's screwed up.

Actually, it was two lines.
One guy says to the other,

he says,
"Something's rotten in..."

Somewhere. I don't remember.

Who the fuck knows?
But it was true.

Something was rotten,
wherever they were.

But you know what? What stuck
with me was the next line.

The next guy says,
"Heaven will direct it."

That line, that answer
has always comforted me.

'Cause we're all going out of
our minds down here, you know?

Trying to control things, you know?

But at the end of the day,
God's got it taken care of.

We can't help driving ourselves
crazy, you know?

Trying to fix the rotten stuff,
trying to cut out the cancer.

But Heaven's got a plan, and
we're all just carrying it out.

I'm-I'm carrying it out.

I'm carrying out God's plan.

You know what I'm saying?

Denmark.

What's that?

Rotten in Denmark.

You're right.
That's what it was.

You clearly did better
in school than I did.

Everybody did better
than you did, Chief.

Ha! She's right.

Mmm.

-Del, are you feeling all right?
- Ah.

I'm feeling great.
Why?

Well, you seem
a little wound up.

Seriously, going cold turkey,
dropping all your meds

at once, that's-that's hard.

I'm feeling great.
I'm doing God's work.

That's what I'm saying.

I shouldn't tell you this.

Trent, the football player?

Mm-hmm?

His local dealer's starting
to spill.

Which-- whoever gets the intel,

me, the sheriff,
who fucking cares--

but it's good for the community.

Get to the bottom of this drug
dealing that's killing people.

Make the arrests,
cut out the cancer. God's plan.

You want another drink?

Uh, no, no. I'm good. I--

Come on!
Have another drink with me.

Celebrate the downfall

of illicit narcotics
in Fayette County.

The brotherhood of man
pulling together

-to cut out the rotten--

Goddamn it.

Excuse me a sec. Yeah?

Steve, slow down.

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Are you sure?

We got clearance
to cross state lines?

All right,
I'm not in my truck. I...

I'm coming anyways. Yeah.

Sorry, bud.

Could you cover the drinks
this time? I got to roll.

-Mm-hmm.
- Rip out the cancer.

Cut the whole thing out.

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Glad to know you, Doctor.

Well, what brings you here?

[man] I'm curious about
Cannonball McKay and Clem Jones.

[man 2] Reckon nobody
knows much about them, friend.

Not even me,
and I'm Clem's doctor.

Oh? Something wrong with him?

Poor old fella has a bad arm.

Hurt it years ago
in that stagecoach holdup

-that sent him to jail.
-[man] I see.

But if Cannonball's
as harmless as they say,

why should he take
in an ex-convict as a partner?

[man 2] That's something
we'd all like to know,

but Cannonball won't talk.

[man] Marshal, I'd like
a closer look at those two.

[man 2] The stage is due in
any minute now.

-[man 2] So long.
-[man] Fine.

Hurry up, Collins.

I got to shove on to Rustfield
in ten minutes.

[man 3] You're not shoving on
to anywhere, Cannonball.

What do you mean? My contract
with Wells Fargo's still good.

Pulling out of here on schedule.

No, you're not.
Wells Fargo's not gonna lose

any shipments if I can help it.

Well, I never lost them a
shipment of gold yet, have I?

[man 3] No, but you never had
a crook working for you.

Not until now.

[man 4] Nobody's gonna call me
a crook again.

Oh, no?

...the last shot
you'll ever fire.

Put up your gun.

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Okay, now. Let's not--

somber, dramatic music

Okay.

Ow.

911. What's your emergency?

Hello? 911.
What's your emergency?

Hello?

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pulsing, dramatic music

intriguing, dramatic music

Ow.

Fuck.

Is it done?

I'm almost finished.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

-Just a few more,

and...

what's done is done.

Do you want to tell me
how you got shot?

I can't talk about it.

It's okay. You don't have to.

So long as no one saw,

-no one will know.

No one saw.

Good.

I picked up your phone
from the ash can.

Brought it back here.
It's been on

and charging all night.

It'll show the one call from me

while you were at the bar

and then you staying at the bar
for a bit

and then the phone
traveling back here

to the cabin.

I think
I need to sew that one up.

And soon enough,

when they identify

the dealer

that named Billy,

the case is gonna fall apart.

Two dealers gone.

And my son is free.

All 'cause of you.

Take a long drink, baby.

That's good. Take another one.

There is a balance

between good and evil
in the world.

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Tonight,

that balance just shifted
a little more towards good.

You bring good
into the world, Del.

Watch your step.

-Hey.
- Hey, buddy.

Open nine.

-Copy.

Up. Let's go.

Back with everybody else.

Come on, it's time to go.

I'm not gonna resist.

No, you're not.

All I ask
is you deliver one message

-for me.
- I don't do that kind of thing.

To a woman named LeeAnn English.

Just do it.

If something bad happens to me,

deliver the message.

She works
with the public defender

I got assigned.

"I kept my promise."

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Close nine.

He's all yours.

General population.

All right, Dad,
I have to get going.

After work, I'll get something
to cook for dinner.

-Pork chops okay?
- Sure.

With string beans or broccoli?

Or just a salad, maybe?

Your choice.

We got a whole routine
going here.

Routine's the way
to get things done.

Don't get into any trouble.

-Not me.

[newswoman] Officers
uncovered a triple homicide...

-Morning.
Hey.

-You seen this?
-...southeast of Morgantown.

Local police

aren't releasing names
as of yet, but...

Hold on...

Just getting this.

Okay.
So, now police are saying

another body has been found
on the property.

Ow.

It's gonna be a good day.

Maybe it will be.

It will be.

Call me if you hear anything.

[Frank] They're gonna
release names in an hour.

What you need to know is
we finally got a positive ID

for our anonymous witness.
Robert Lord.

Turns out
there was a good reason

people called him Jesus.

Aside from the beard
and the long hair.

Is that your punch line?

The punch line is he's dead.

Punch line number two...

Jackson Berg,
the pharmacist in Buell?

He's dead, too.

Looks like they shot each other.

Now,

maybe it was a lovers' quarrel,
but more likely,

Jackson was supplying
to Lord Jesus,

and they had
somewhat of a disagreement.

And get this.
Jackson's second cousin,

87-year-old woman
who owned the cabin?

She's also dead.

She was clutching
a pump-action shotgun

when one of them popped her
clean through the chest.

Hope she got a shot off.

I can find that out for you.

Wouldn't be the worst way to go.

In a shootout,
holding your rifle.

Given all the other possibilities.

That's one way of looking at it.

Projecting ahead
to when I'm 87.

That's what you want,
I hope you get your wish.

But another way
of looking at it, Frank,

is it would have been
extremely fucking swell

for the county sheriff to have
tracked down our star witness

-before
the local pharmacist did.
- All right, Sue.

But let's you and me

just concentrate on next steps.

The next step is I probably need
to get on the judge's docket

to discuss releasing Billy Poe.

I've got no case
against him now.

I don't like it
any more than you do.

Is that right? Because
I've been under the impression

that you haven't been fully
on board this one from the jump.

You're right. I haven't been.

I thought
you went after Poe too early.

I told you that at the time,

but you dragged me into this,
and I am deep in now.

I booked him. You charged him.

I find the notion
of just letting him go

truly fucking embarrassing,

so thank you for that.

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Yeah, hit him. Come on.

You seen this?

If you're talking
about the West Virginia thing,

I heard it on the radio. Steve.

Boss.

-You okay there?
Ah,

-slept the wrong way.

You know you're getting old

when you injure yourself
sleeping.

Oh, Chief.

You got a visitor
in your office.

Who?

Virgil Poe. Said he had
something important to tell you.

Thought I'd let him wait
for you inside.

Next time, don't do that.

Sorry.

[TV continues indistinctly

Del Harris.

Good of you to see me.

Well, not sure
I had much of a choice, but...

always a pleasure.

-You all right there?

I'm fine.

Threw your back out
doing something acrobatic?

-What can I do for you?

Well, to tell you the truth,
Chief,

I've been feeling pretty bad
about the last couple times

we've seen each other.

In particular, that time
that we hung out together

at your cabin.

You know, that I might not
have been at my best.

And I think it's important
to name your faults, you know?

Otherwise, you can't fix 'em.

So, I lashed out.

I spoke in anger.

Took my beers back home with me.

It wasn't a good look,
and I'm not too proud of that.

Well, I appreciate that.

It's kind of you to stop in
and tell me.

Hey, you know what I've been
doing a lot of lately?

Yogi meditation.

Mm. The Indian kind.

The real deal.

You breathe deep,

let your mind investigate.

Surreal.
It's a beautiful process.

You know what I'm talking about?

-Not so much.
- Well, let me give you

an example then, man.
Like, earlier today,

I'm walking around
our-our property--

mine and Grace's-- 'cause,
you know, I'm just trying

to personally investigate
what I might've done

to contribute
to our current situation, right?

I mean, our son's in jail.

Our home's burned down.

I believe we all bear a certain
responsibility, you know?

So I'm...

I'm just walking
through the ashes, you know?

I'm breathing and thinking,

just, you know,
running things over in my mind.

And, suddenly, out of nowhere,

I get this flash of inspiration
that I ought to turn around.

So I do.

And what do I see?

Our tool shed,

still standing there.

Untouched by the flames.

That's a lucky thing, right?

At least something remains.

So I'm feeling good in that,
you know?

I'm-- I-I go over to it.
I open it up.

I look inside and...

Looking at my tools and
some of 'em are in good shape

and I'm j-- I'm happy that
they're still there, you know?

And-and I look over on the shelf

and I see my son's old gym bag.

-This one,

right here.

That's another good thing.

Billy's bag, you know?

So I-I take it down
and-and I open it up.

And, lo and behold,

there's all these pictures
in there.

Look at that. Snapshots of Billy
when he was younger.

Yeah. Now, mind you,

these were hung all over
the walls of our trailer

before it so tragically burnt
to the ground. And...

and these here...

Yeah. Those were stuck
on the refrigerator

for... years.

You know? One of those
pretty little magnet things.

I don't know.
I'm feeling blessed.

I do not know
who packed this shit up

before our place burned down,
but somebody did.

And I am grateful.

See where I'm going with this?

Oh, fuck, I almost forgot.

Yeah, we always have, like,
three, four cans of kerosene

in that shed.

You know, for emergencies.

In case
we can't pay the power bill

and the lights go out.

Well, there was
only one empty can in there.

And I don't know why or
what the hell it got used for,

but, uh...

it's an interesting question
to ponder, don't you think?

Feel free to leave all this here

if you'd like me
to look into it.

Thank you.

So nice of you.

Yeah, thanks. But no.

I'm, uh...

I think
they're gonna give me comfort

in any rough times ahead.

I think us men ought to really

look out for one another,
you know?

Like, let them know
when maybe they got a wild one

on their hands?

'Cause gentlemen like us,

we could tend to think
we done something special--

or, worse, we are
something special--

to deserve the attentions
of a particular female.

When in reality, if we
just breathe deep and ponder,

we'll see we're getting
all used up.

You take care, Chief.

I'll see you around.

Rachel Walton's office.

She's not in right now.

Can I take a message?

This is LeeAnn English.

I'm sorry,
who is the message from?

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Sheriff.

How you doing, sir?

-All right.

Can you open it for me?

I need to take
one more look around.

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Yeah.

You have some visitors.

Can I ask who?

Detectives down from Pittsburgh.

What do they want?

They didn't say.

All right.

Show 'em in.

Del Harris?

-Yeah.
- You have some time to talk?

I think I could spare
a couple minutes.

Uh, this is Detective Munson.

Hey.

And I'm Detective Fisher.

We'd like to ask you
some questions.

You want to tell me what about?

Your former partner,
Chuck Castellanos.

Mind if I close this?

If you like.

Chief Harper still running
things into the ground

-over there?
No. He was all right.

Retired last year.

Did he?

May we sit?

Sure. Yeah.

I'm wondering if you know

what Detective Castellanos
has been up to lately.

What's he been up to?

I think he's been up to dying.

I read the newspaper,

so I know what's been reported.

Reported about Detective Castellanos.

-Right.
- Got it.

So that's
where you first learned

about Detective Castellanos'
death?

Correct.

Can I ask which newspaper?

Post-Gazette.

You get that delivered?

I live pretty far up
a dirt road,

so I tend to pick it up
when I'm out and about.

Here, in Buell?

That's right.

Or in Brownsville.

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Internal organ damage,

broken ribs, skull fracture,

-cerebral edema.
- What is that?

Brain swelling.

Your son is in
a medically induced coma

while we monitor him and try
to get the swelling down.

But when it comes down,
he'll be okay?

We hope.
It's still too early to tell

whether he sustained
any long-term brain injuries.

Officer, this is Grace Poe.
She'd like to see her son.

Go ahead.

Is that really necessary?

I'm sorry. It's standard
for prison inmates.

He's not a fucking inmate.

He was awaiting trial.

I'll give you a minute alone.

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It's okay.

Sweet boy, it's gonna be okay.

You'll be home with me soon.

Just hang on.

Dad?

I'm home.

Are you in there?

Dad?

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Oh, God.

Can I bum one of those?

Yeah.

There you go.

You live here?

Yeah.

Huh.

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You hadn't seen

Detective Castellanos
in a while.

That's right.

How long, you think?

Long time. Close to a decade.

I remember having a beer
with him

maybe six months
after I left Pittsburgh.

-And that was ten years.
- Right.

His recent cell records
show several calls to you.

Do they?

-That's right.
- Interesting.

'Cause I got some calls
from a Pittsburgh number

but never any message.

What was the number?

It just said "Pittsburgh, PA."

If that was Chuck,
you'll see the calls were short.

He must've hung up as soon
as he went to voice mail.

Any idea
what he was calling you about?

Like I said,
he never left a message.

Any guesses?

I don't like to guess.

Gentlemen,
can you excuse me a minute?

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Hello, Isaac.

Hi.

You decided to come home.

I have something for you.

All right.

Put it back in your pocket.

Why?

Pick it up.

Put it back in your pocket.

And never show it to anybody.

"You Were Right About
Everything" by Erin McKeown

You were never broken

By ordinary things

You kept holding out

For the big mistake

I was fragile

Too scared and delicate

You kept trying

I'm the one that quit

Worn out by

The baggage that we bring

You were right
about everything