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Whoever did this
wanted us to find the body.

Most likely moved from another
location and dumped here.

-Who would do this?
-Someone from Birch Creek.

How do you figure?

Call it a hunch.

Not exactly
'The Case of the Speckled Band'.

Uh?

The notoriously difficult
Sherlock Holmes mystery.

Not a reading crowd, I guess.

So you going
to the big game, Glen?

You bet. Go, Eagles!

-Go, Eagles!
-Ah, yeah!

Go, the Eagles.

-Well, see ya.
-Yeah, sure.

I forgot how football crazy
this town is.

Yeah, well, the Eagles do
look damn good this season.

Brand-new QB transferred in
from a high school in Texas.

Cannon for an arm.
Birch Creek is going down!

They think
they're so great over there

'cause they have
a Sam's Club and a Costco.

Come on.
Where's your school spirit?

It's rivalry week.

I'm supposed to get excited
about gerrymandered city lines

that determine what
colour sweatshirt we should like

and cheer for another town's
kids to get concussed?

Painfully clear why

you sat by yourself at lunch
in high school.

Speaking of the old days,

the short cut
to the police station

doesn't happen
to still be there, does it?

The hole in the fence
in the alley?

No, they fixed that,
like, five years ago.

Last one to the station
buys lunch!

I didn't agree to this wager!

Neat place. You come here a lot?

No. That's kind of the point,
on account of the...

Sensitive nature
of this transaction. Right!

Have you tried a Neti pot?
Changed my life.

-What?
-For your sinuses.

You know, it's ragweed season?

I noticed you
wiping your nose a lot.

-Don't notice things about me.
-Right.

-Bring the photo?
-Yep.

Here's the guy.

-That's Jake Wilson.
-You know him?

Eagles, star quarterback.

This kid is the real deal.

Yeah, well, I want him gone.

I mean, not dead. Okay?
Just... gone.

Yeah, well. It's your money.

-Did you get the burners?
-Yeah.

-They're pink.
-Yes, sorry.

That's all they had.
That and... Sponge Bob.

Come to think of it, Sponge Bob
was more of a walkie-talkie...

You talk too much.

Yeah, sorry.
Happens when I get nervous.

I also get hungry. I'm thinking
about ordering something.

Do you want
to split a Cobb salad?

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven and eight.

Dude, found this
taped to your locker.

Oh, that's nothing.
That's... just a bad joke.

Oh.

The words of my great teacher,
prima ballerina Anna Morazova.

You can Google translate.

Tonight, on her birthday,

we will honour her with best
recital this town has ever seen.

Why the sad clown face,
Paige?

Nobody's gonna come. It's
the Birch Creek game tonight.

That's why none of the
other girls are at rehearsal.

We will still do show.

-You are number-one dancer now.
-Cool!

Does not mean you are good.

Okay, everybody listen up.
Two big announcements.

First off -
Henry's buying lunch.

Lily, find the most expensive
place to order from.

That would be the new
Italian place on Douglas.

I'm not gonna use a coupon,
even though I have one.

Is today the day I try calamari?

No.

You cheated
and you had a head start.

You still woulda lost.

You're tall
but you run like Frankenstein.

Frankenstein was the doctor.
And his footspeed was unknown.

Yeah. I was
just about to say that.

Brother from another mother.

You're a grown man
in a letterman jacket.

It's Rivalry Week, baby! Yo!

Bradley's the only player
in Eden Vale history

to score against Birch Creek.

-Two lousy points.
-The Immaculate Safety.

Quarterback's in my sight,
time's expiring on the clock.

Their O line
didn't even touch me, man.

I was like a ghost!
I just ran in and...

Yeah. I was kinda hoping
you'd all...join in.

Sorry, Bradley.

Second big announcement -

Officer Szczepkowski has been
on the job for three months

so it's time
he takes his first solo call.

Ay! Szczepkowski!

Wow. Really?

Oh, no.

I don't think this pie is ready
to come out of the oven yet.

This is a good first solo call.

The annoying San Francisco
couple on Ridgemont

wants a patrol car to stop by.

They found something
"concerning" in their yard.

Yeah, last week
they had me come over

'cause there was a goat
and it was lookin' at 'em funny.

The week before that a balloon
was stuck in their tree.

You got this.

Yeah.

Yeah. I got this.

Thanks for coming with me
on my first solo call.

My presence negates the
solo part, but you're welcome.

Now, pretend I'm not here.

Establish control,
assert your authority.

-Be firm.
-Okay.

Here I go.

Red leather, yellow leather.
Red leather, yellow leather.

Hi. I'm Officer Szczepkowski,
this is Officer Ray.

-She's not here.
-Oh.

I'm Eben. This is my wife, Andi.

Wow. That sounded
very antiquated and aggro.

"My wife"?
Like you're a possession?

I forgive you.

We moved here to spend more
meaningful time with the kids.

Where are they?

-What day is it?
-Friday. Why did you call...

Finn is at soccer,
Levi is at filmmaking

and Luci's firing pots.

-No, no, no. That's...
-No, sorry, that's Thursday.

Sir, why did you
call us to your domicile?

Did not have "human remains"
on my Bingo card.

Do you think this will delay the
completion of our swimming pool?

Of course, that's not
what's important here.

Of course,
that's not what I said.

Okay, please don't fight.

Louise, Henry?

Thanks for coming to see me.

You did the right thing, son.

Bless you.

Get the door, bud.

Notice he calls
a total stranger 'son'

and his own son 'bud'?

It's a figure of speech.
And he was talking to me.

That young man is a team mate
of Jake Wilson's.

Mark's a running back

that Coach Grady
converted to wide receiver.

Oh. I don't hate that.

Kid's got wheels
for a guy his size.

-He runs a 4.6 40
-Damn.

-What's his yards per catch?
-I can leave and come back.

Oh. Sorry.

You know how
Lou and I get about football.

Kinda like you and Star Trek.

Remember when you were little

you had all the toys
and the bed spread.

It was Star Blazers,
the American adaptation

of the pioneering Japanese anime
Space Battleship Yamato.

-Star Trek is for children.
-Yeah, of course.

Right, sorry.

Anyway, I've got a new case
for you guys.

Oh! The partial human remains.

Well, no. We're gonna
stick a pin in that.

I got something better.

Now, apparently, somebody broke
into Jake's host family's home,

took a photo of him
while he was sleeping

and then taped it to his locker
along with a threatening note.

How is that better?

Probably just a couple
Birch Creek knuckleheads.

You know the drill.
They prank us, we prank them.

Yeah, but I mean, all the same,

this game
is important to the town

and Coach Grady
is a close personal friend.

So I'm gonna throw everything
we have at this thing.

Of course you are.

-Is something wrong?
-No, no.

Re-allocating police resources
from investigating human remains

because somebody played a joke
on your buddy's football player,

that feels just right.

Okay, look,
we're all on the same team.

It's called prioritising.

The coroner's best first guess

is those bones
are over 100 years old.

So I am asking you to prioritise

an actual death threat against
a currently living person.

With this leadership

the Argo would've been destroyed
by Desslok and Prince Zordar.

If you'd watched Star Blazers

you'd know
that was a perfect burn.

I can't believe he has
us doing this B.S. assignment

for his good ol' boys.

We are detectives,
not school crossing guards.

That's not fair.
We're here to be detectives.

Oh. It's okay. You can cross.

Glass half full,

we get to revisit
our old stomping grounds.

Of course
you're happy to be here.

-You loved high school.
-And high school loved me.

Class president,
editor of the yearbook.

Varsity point guard.

Occasional girlfriend
of Bobby "The Doogs" Dougan.

What did you ever see in him?

The Doogs had an admirable
quality of thinking I'm awesome

and I just couldn't resist
his teenage dirtbag vibe.

Mechanic coveralls,
work boots...

Exactly.
Why'd you even mention him?

'Cause he's right there.

Gah! The Doogs!

Duck down!

Sorry. Frankenstein. Tall.

I knew I'd regret that.

-Hey, Henry!
-The Doogs. Sweet ride!

Thanks, man. Made some mods.

Hey, sexy.

Ew! No.

You guys want to get high
in the groundskeeper's shed?

-You know we're cops, right?
-You don't kiss like a cop.

Okay, we're done.

Mmm.

Would you stop?

He's quite
the feather in your cap.

Okay, it was high school.

He said
you don't kiss like a cop.

That's present tense.
Which means...

-Louise Hickman!
-Mrs. Branch?!

Oh, my best student.

It is so great to see you.

Did you know I still use
your essay on Thoreau

in my AP English class?

Henry.

Mrs. Branch.

It's so great to see
that you're still at EVHS

shaping young minds.

Yes, into unquestioning blobs

incapable of dissent
or original thought.

I see you're still upset
about getting a C- in my class.

You wrote rules on an essay
on civil disobedience.

That makes literally no sense!

Okay, well.

-It is great to see you.
-You too.

There is something fundamentally
wrong with that woman.

You're such an absolutist.

Just because you didn't like her
doesn't make her a bad person.

Did I ever tell you that
in high school I spread a rumour

that Becky Simpson
hooked up with her cousin?

Does that make me a bad person?

Yes.

She used to torture me!

In seventh grade

she made everyone on the bus
call me 'Poo' Hickman.

In her defence
that's pretty funny.

Don't judge me.

It's not like
you got a perfect record

with people from your past.

So, were there any signs
of forced entry into your home?

We're trying to figure out how

someone took a photo of you
while you were sleeping.

My host family are the Mintons.

They're real sweet people

but they don't
lock their doors at night.

Probably just
some kids fooling around.

Can you think of anyone
that would want to hurt you?

Besides every
D-line in the state?

Caught your game
against Millbrook.

Saw you toss that linebacker
like a rag doll.

Broke that guy's collarbone.

Bless you.

Honestly, the only thing I'm
worried about are my allergies.

Y'all got different trees
than I got in Texas.

We appreciate you coming out.

And I'm sure the note
is nothing more than

the handy work of some
overzealous Birch Creek fans.

Yeah, because they know we're
gonna kick their ass tonight!

Yeah!

Well, still, out of an
abundance of caution,

Big Hank is increasing police
presence at tonight's game.

Appreciate it.

And thank your dad
for his concern.

It's good to have
friends in high places.

That's our motto -
to protect and serve...

Big Hank's friends.

How the hell
the police get involved?

I didn't call them, Coach.

You need to keep
a low profile in town.

No drinking, no partying,
not even a parking ticket.

We don't need
any more police attention.

-Hey, Coach Grady!
-Bradley!

-Sorry to interrupt.
-Get in here!

Ahhhh!

Jake, you need to meet
Joe Bradley.

The Immaculate Safety.
I've heard of you.

Hey, a former Eagles legend

protecting
a current Eagles legend.

What's that, Bradley?

Big Hank assigned me
to be Jake's security detail.

Promise not to let him
out of my sight.

I'm gonna be,
like, your bodyguard from...

...from The Bodyguard.

Ahhh!

Okay. These are all of the bones
I recovered from the site.

Sheriff's department
is checking the rest of the yard

with their ground-penetrating
radar machine.

They have the best stuff.

We don't even have
a functioning microwave.

The only button that works
is 'potato'.

Yeah, the trick is to heat stuff
up in increments of 'potato'.

Like, popcorn
is two and a half potatoes.

Ooh, I'm gonna try that.

Also, there are
some clothing fibres

and a plastic packet
of Valentine's Day hearts

at the same depth.

Could be a clue
to when the victim died.

Pretty eventful first solo call.

Mm-hm.

Um, I didn't go by myself today.
I asked Ray to come.

-I know.
-She told you?

No, you accidentally
turned your walkie on

when you fell in the pit
and started screaming.

Just a lot
of earthworms down there.

Just caught me by surprise,
is all.

You sure it didn't
have anything to do with you

second guessing
your decision to become a cop?

Walkie picked that up, too, huh?

Uh... I just don't know
if I have what it takes.

I kinda feel like a fraud.

Yeah. I get it.
Being a cop is tough.

When I'd been on the job
for three months

I felt like I was wearing

a Halloween costume
to work every day.

Totally.

But I hand-picked you
because I know you can do it.

-Thanks, Lou.
-You're welcome.

And next time I send you
on a solo assignment, go solo.

Nadi! Hi.

Oh, do we have
lunch plans today?

I made piroshki.

Ooh!
Those are like gold around here.

I caught Lily
trying to steal these

out of my lunch
in the office fridge.

You are coming to my recital
to honour my hero, yes?

-Wouldn't miss it.
-Is tonight.

-Gotta miss it.
-Hank. You made promise.

I know and I meant it.
But any other night.

Tonight is Birch Creek.

I know you want those kids
to have their moment.

Just move the recital
to a different day.

I cannot move
Anna Morazova's birthday.

Maybe they move game.

This is the big game.

Oh! Oh.

Is Championship?

Well, no, but it is a big game.

If they win, they will
get to play in Championship?

Well, they're... I mean,
it's early in the season.

There's lots of factors,
like strength of schedule

and it gets kinda political
sometimes...

Does not sound like big game.

Nadi, Eden Vale
is a football town.

I will make it a dance town.

I left him another note.

And just to make sure
he really gets the message,

I'm gonna go buzz the tower.

"Leave town.
This is your last warning."

No!

You saved me.

That's no big deal, Jake.

Safety is kind of what
I'm known for around this place.

You know, because of the...

-No, yeah, I got it.
-You got it.

Well, well, well.

Still think it's a bunch of
high-school kids playing games?

What do we got?

Jake was unhurt, thanks
to Bradley's quick thinking.

That's a sentence
I didn't think I'd say

when I woke up this morning.

Uh huh. What'd we
find out about the driver?

- Deceased. White male. 30s.
- Lou!

I'll be right back.

-Hey.
-Hey.

What are you doing here?

We don't really need County
Sheriff's support on this one.

Oh, no, yeah.

I just, uh...
heard it on the radio

and thought
I'd make sure you were good.

Oh. Well, that's nice.

Uh... Um...

You went to Birch Creek, right?
You going to the game tonight?

Nah, my...
ex-wife's gonna be there.

So there's gonna be
enough tackling on the field.

Arggh.

Yeah. Um...

The deceased
is Dustin Crovetti.

Did a stint in the state pen.

Last known residence
was Birch Creek.

Guess he wanted
Eden Vale to lose tonight.

Running over
your star quarterback

is one way to do it.

-Did you guys go in?
-No. Uh...

It's your crime scene.

Well, damn right.

County's just here to
direct traffic and look pretty.

Not that you look pretty.
And not that you don't.

-Hmm?
-I'm neutral to your appearance.

Fellas!
Let's open up the vehicle!

Hey, um...

Great to run into you.

Would be nice
to see more of you.

-Detective?
-Oh.

Chief.

What did you find out?

About the driver?

Got a positive I.D.

I'll go back to the office
pull his jacket,

check any last knowns.

Great. Meantime, Junior
and I will search the vehicle.

Again, don't call me Junior.

-Dad didn't mean that.
-No, no. He's right.

Sorry, Henry.

Okay... I'll circle back.

Play nice.

Gloves?

I prefer nitrile to latex.

Superior protection

from corrosive chemicals
and punctures.

Eh, nitrile can't
hold a candle to latex

when it comes
to range of motion.

May the best glove win.

Uh.

Uh. If you rub that
you get three wishes.

It's a Neti pot. Ragweed season.

Something wedged under here.

We're gonna
have to remove the seat.

No, no, no, no.
Let me give it a shot.

Here.

You won't be able to get it out.

Here...

There we go!

Ah, see? Range of motion.

Could be a burner phone.

Yep.

Hmm.

Still works.

And according
to these last few texts

this was a job for hire.

And whoever did the hiring
is over 40.

-How do you figure?
-They're horrible at texting.

Unless he meant
to send a hitman

three eggplants and a peach.

They went to a bar called
The Old Place. You ever been?

Yeah, long time ago.

Place is dead.
Middle of nowhere.

Me and Lou will check it out.

Let's give it up
for Officer Bradley.

Thank you, folks.
But I was just doing my job.

Like Coach Grady always says,

you play for the name
on the front of your uniform

not the name on the back.

Although, that might be
a little bit confusing

'cause my name
is on the front of this uniform.

Point is, it was a team effort.

Isn't that right, Jake?

Oh, boy.

So how did it go
with Dad back there?

Are you guys
getting along a little better?

We get along
as well as we need to.

We'll never see eye-to-eye
on everything but it's fine.

It's not fine.

Have you seen... this man?

Uh-huh. He was here earlier.

-Are you sure?
-Oh, yeah.

He was with this other guy
who ordered a Cobb salad.

I mean, who orders
a Cobb salad at a bar?

You don't want to know
how old those eggs are.

Does that security camera work?

Yeah.

Wait, freeze it right there.

That's Carl Branch.
Mrs. Branch's husband!

I'm shocked.

That someone
would marry that terrible woman.

Alright.

Thank you. Let's split up.

You go to his house

and I'll go to his workplace
at the Apple Store.

-This town has an Apple store?
-They opened last month.

-Welcome to the Apple store.
-Hi.

Is Carl Branch here,
by any chance?

Sorry, he's not here.

Oh. Can I ask you
a few questions, then?

Make it quick.

I only have three.

Are either of you football fans?

Did your husband
bet on tonight's game?

And lastly, did you give me
a C- in English

because you secretly knew
I was smarter than you?

I'm going to answer in a way you
were never able to in my class.

Concisely. No.

Oh!

Mr. Branch. Lou Hickman, EVPD.

-If you just have a...
-Louise Hickman?

We went to high school together.
Becky. Becky Simpson.

Becky Simpson. Becky!

Wow! I haven't seen you in...
forever.

Yeah, well, I left town

after someone spread
a nasty rumour about me.

My whole life fell apart.

I didn't... No.
Didn't hear any rumour.

Of course not.
You were one of the good ones.

Where are my manners?

These are my babies,
Coco and Mrs. Boots.

Oh, my God. Oh!

I rescued them.
But, really, they rescued me.

Excuse me!

Poo Hickman.

I have grading to do.

So unless you have more
questions, it is time to go.

Just one more thing.

Is there anything about your
relationship with Jake

outside the classroom
that you're not telling me?

Are you suggesting

that I'm having an inappropriate
relationship with a student?

Well, it's just that
earlier I asked

if either you or Mr. Branch
were football fans.

And you 'concisely' answered no.

However, you have all
of the football games circled

on your calendar
hanging on the wall right there.

Why, isn't that Jake Wilson?

I have no idea
where he came from.

You mean you have no idea
from where he came.

You're a predator, Mrs. Branch.

And a lousy English teacher.

Ahh!

Hey!

Stop! Police!

You're under arrest.

How'd you beat me here?

Short cut.

Turn around.

Also I ran varsity track.
Go, Eagles.

Go, Eagles.

Let's go, Eagles!

Eagles! Eagles!

Let's go!

Where's Nadi?

I don't know.

We had a little
bit of a disagreement.

I didn't go
to her dance recital.

Well,
I'm sure she'll let it go.

-You think so?
-No.

I was being sarcastic.

I don't have a full range
of facial expressions

because of the Botox.

That's
the end of the first half

and we are scoreless.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please take your seats

for a special
halftime performance.

What's Nadia doing on the field?

I have no idea.

In honour of
great Russian dancer,

Anna Morazova!

Did she say in honour of Russia?

Whoo, whoo!

What did you say?

Arms higher. Bigger smile.

Alright!

Hey, Lou, you got a minute?

Yeah, I'm letting
my suspect sweat a little

before I question her.

Hey, I'm reheating coffee.

Do you think
two potatoes is enough?

-I'd go three.
-Mmm. Alright.

What's up?

Um...

When I was cataloging
the bones into evidence

I noticed
the breaks in the bones

were at a 45-degree angle.

And under magnification

I discovered these,
like, serrated marks.

I think the body
was dismembered.

Mmm. To what end?

Um... Maybe to make it harder
to identify the body?

I don't know. Just a theory.

Pretty sure an imposter
wouldn't have thought of that.

Good work, Officer.

Hot potato! Hot potato!

I'm just looking
at your bank records.

You recently withdrew $5,000.

So?

That's a lot of money
for a small town.

You could buy a bass boat
or build a gazebo.

Or hire someone
to kill Jake Wilson.

I don't know who that is.

Oh, well,
let me give you a hint.

Your wife
is having an affair with him.

Ever been to a dive bar
called The Old Place?

No.

This is a screen shot

from the bar security video
of you with Dustin Crovetti.

A career criminal
with quite the rap sheet.

Pretty sure he wasn't there
to sell you a boat,

build you a gazebo,

so...
that leaves the third thing.

Mrs. Branch,

folks in this community
trust you with their children.

I can't believe you would
take advantage of a minor.

-It wasn't like that with us.
-Why?

Because he's a boy?
You think that makes it better?

He's not a boy, he's a man!

Not in the eyes of the law.

Okay, look.

I just wanted to
scare Jake out of town.

Okay? I didn't want him dead.

I wanted him to leave Eden Vale

before word got out
about the affair

and it ruined
my wife's reputation.

I'm going to type that up
and you're going to sign it.

Ragweed season.

And I am personally
going to make sure

you get the maximum punishment,

because I don't like when
people take advantage of kids.

He's not a kid.

He's a 25 year-old
pretending to be a teenager.

-Jake's twenty-five!
-Jake's a grown man!

I figured it out first.

Seems like it was a tie.
How'd you get to it?

When we interviewed him
he sneezed into his hand,

which means
he's been out of school

for at least six years.

In 2017
there was a push by the CDC

to have all
school-aged children sneeze

into the crook of their elbows
to stop the spread of germs.

This is a kid. This is an adult.
Jake's an adult!

Huh. Pretty good!

-How'd you figure it out?
-Sneeze thing, too.

Time out.

30 seconds left in the game.

I got this, Coach.
Let me go hail Mary.

Calm down.

Eden Vale calls a time-out.

I got your text. What is it?

We said to meet
at the parking lot.

Son, it's the fourth quarter.
I came down from the stands.

It's as close as I get
to the parking lot.

We arrested Mr. Branch
on attempted murder

and arrested Mrs. Branch
on corrupting a minor.

But we had to cut her loose

because the minor
turned out not to be a minor.

What?

Jake Wilson is a 25-year-old
posing as a teen

so he can play
high-school football.

That's crazy! We've
gotta get him off the field!

Eden Vale is out of the huddle.

Let's see if Jake Wilson

can create
a little last-second magic.

After we win.

Alright, boys, come on!

39, I'll make your mumma mine.

Alright, blue 42, blue 42!

Set!

No!

Catch...

-Tackle him!
-Stop him!

Jake! Tackle him!

Oh, my God!

Mumma? Is that you?

So, I will see you
at my studio next week

for first lesson.

Fans, huh?

New students.

I sign up five already.

I told you
Eden Vale was dance town.

We're definitely
not a football town.

I'm so proud of you, babe.

Let's promise
never to fight again.

That was not fight.
You don't want to see fight.

No, ma'am, I do not.

Still, though,
I need to apologise to you.

I had no idea how homesick
you were until I saw that dance.

You understood
the story of the dance.

Yeah, of course.
Isn't that obvious?

It was all Coach Grady's idea.

My host family doesn't know
anything about Coach's plan.

They're good people.

Coach Grady found me
after watching a video of mine

when I was playing my
Junior College days in Plano.

He forged all of the documents
and enrolled me in high school.

-I knew it was wrong.
-Then why did you do it?

I don't know.

I guess I wanted a chance to
come back and re-do high school.

I made a mess
of my first go round.

Don't you ever
just wanna go back?

-Yes.
-No.

Can't believe
Coach Grady did this.

-He's one of my closest friends.
-Guess we know what that means.

No, Henry, what does that mean?

-Hmm?
-Your record's still intact.

The only Eden Vale player to
ever score against Birch Creek.

You're an insult to the uniform.

We should be the ones
talking to Coach Grady, not him.

And I told you,

there was something
fundamentally wrong

with Mrs. Branch as a person.

Okay, you had a premonition
that in the distant future

she would have an affair
with a student

who turned out
to be a grown man?

I didn't know the exact way

her lack of moral character
would reveal itself, but yes.

You are so annoying.

Because I'm
judgmental of a woman

who was willing
to sleep with a minor?

Because you are judgmental
about everyone!

Is this about Dad?

Okay, you are so quick to
write him off all of the time.

You know, people are
complicated. And so is he.

Don't you ever just owe him
the benefit of the doubt?

-Who made you his keeper?
-You did, dummy. When you left.

I had to pick up the pieces.

Well, I didn't
ask you to do that.

Okay, I guess in your universe
that totally absolves you.

Do you really believe he's gonna
do the right thing in there?

Yes. And if I'm right, I get to
punch you as hard as I can.

-What if I'm right?
-Then you don't get punched.

Look...

...I know I screwed up
by bringing Jake here.

Birch Creek have
owned us for so long,

I just wanted to know
what it felt like to win one.

I can't look the other way,
Grady.

You put a grown man
on the field with kids.

Somebody could have gotten hurt.

I'm asking for your help.
As a friend.

I'll lose my job, Hank.

I'm sorry.

So now you're
all high and mighty?

Everyone knows you have
turned a blind eye to worse.

Yeah, I know they do.

Not a great thing
to be known for.

I'm charging you

with falsification of documents
and child endangerment.

Oww! Come on!

-Heyyyy.
-How'd it go?

I can't believe
Big Hank arrested Coach Grady.

I told you, not everything
is black and white.

People are complicated.

Like how you ruined
Becky Simpson's life.

We don't know that.

I haven't seen her in years.
She's probably doing great.

Department finished at the scene

of the San Francisco
family's house.

Found a few more bones.
Thought I'd drop 'em off.

Oh! Hand delivery.
That's fancy.

Why didn't you just have
one of the deputies drop it off?

Um. I could've. But
I was headed here anyway.

Going to the Pioneer
to get a bite.

The Pioneer, that's
on the other side of town.

That's completely
out of your way.

Henry, why don't you
take the rest of the night off

and I'll catalog these
with Detective Carson.

Sure. Yeah. See you at home.

Still doesn't make sense

how you thought the station
was on your way.

Unless the Red Hook bridge
was closed

and GPS re-routed you this way?

-Yes.
-Yeah.

Have a great night.

These ones definitely...

I mean, it's clearly not enough
here for a whole skeleton.

I'm thinking maybe leg and foot.

That seems right.

You look for metatarsals,
I'll work on the tibia.

-I think these are yours.
-Thanks.

I find with puzzles it's best
to start with the corners.

-Ooh, phalanges.
-Ooh!

I was looking for those.
Thank you.

So, what would you usually
be doing on a Friday night

if you weren't
sifting through old bones

in a dark musty room?

Honestly?

Probably writing.

You're a writer?

Wow! Really?

I didn't know that.

What kind of stuff?

-You promise not to laugh?
-Yeah, I promise.

I'm working on a novel

about an expedition of wizards
tracking a dragon

that holds the key to the
survival of a kingdom of elves.

Sorry, sorry.

I'm not laughing at you,
or your book.

I just, um...

I was surprised to hear that,
is all.

Why?

Because. I mean,
you're, like, so...

-...and it's so...
-Nerdy?

Uh, no. It's just unexpected.

Can I read your novel
when you're done?

-Maybe.
-Maybe?

You don't have
the best track record.

You promised not to laugh
and then immediately laughed.

That is fair.

But, you know...

Now that
I've had time to digest

the fact that Shane Carson

of Warren County
Sheriff's department

is a fantasy writer...

I think it's pretty cool.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Officer Szczepkowski thinks
that maybe

it was someone trying to cover
up a murder from 100 years ago

and I think he's right.

Which means there could be

other body parts
scattered around out there.

Interesting.

Yeah.

I mean, you'd
probably think it was cooler

if it was, like, an elf
or something, but still.

I think we're done for tonight.

We don't have to be.
Wanna grab a drink?

- Amazing!
- I know!

I guess I should
call you Detective.

I guess
I should call you Doctor.

Hold that thought.

This is my son, Jean-Marc.

Oh.

Bonjour.

His name's French,
he doesn't speak French.

He's a baby.

Right. Of course.

Bien sur.

A baby.

You have a baby.