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Previously on Sheriff Country...

My mom is going to make you leave

if she finds out that you're

still growing illegally.

Well, if it's between letting Sacramento in

on a few of my secrets

or losing you, it's an easy choice.

-Hey. -Oh, Share.

-Thanks for coming. -Says the woman

who sat on my bathroom floor

while I showered for my husband's memorial.

That's what family does.

BOONE: Say hello to Dawson Raines.

MICKEY: I wish I'd got a chance to know you, Dawson.

DAWSON: Alec. That's my real name.

Boone didn't tell me he had a sister.

Nora's not my sister, Mickey. She's my wife.

MICKEY: So, Nora was married to Boone's partner?

NORA: Nate was his best friend.

MICKEY: You guys are together.

I mean, there's a lot of feelings there, but no.

All the hurt doesn't really leave

a lot of room for anything else.

What are you doing?

Ending our friendship.

You know, you never got that prom dance.

-Can I make it up to you? -(laughs)

* Send lawyers, guns, and money *

* To get me out of this, help *

* Send lawyers, guns, and money *

* Send lawyers, guns, and money *

* Send lawyers, guns, and money... *

Ugh. Jay, you left the car seat.

Sorry. Sorry, I forgot.

-Sir, we should move. -WOMAN: He's right. Just forget it.

Our meeting's in 20 minutes.

GIRL: Mommy.

Bye, Mommy.

Hi.

Hi, hi, hi, sweetie.

You be good for Grace, okay?

-Thanks for watching them. -Of course.

We're gonna have fun today, won't we, Maya?

We'll play Freeze Dance, maybe watch a movie.

(chuckles) You guys be safe.

Are you gonna come back soon, Mommy?

Of course, sweetheart.

Daddy and I will be back before you know it.

We just got to go pay our taxes.

Bye!

You know I'm an East Bay girl, but...

(sighs) I have to admit, it is so peaceful here.

-I told you you would love Edgewater. -Mm.

What do you want to do this weekend?

What are my choices?

Well, there's music at Porter Square, that's usually good.

-Mm-mmm. -Okay.

There's bingo at the Rotary Club.

Bingo at the Rotary Club.

-Mm-hmm. -Wow.

Really? I mean, what year is this?

-Not sure. -(laughs)

Maybe we should skip.

Just stay home.

(vehicle approaching)

-(tires screeching) -(sighs)

Man, people fly down that road.

Cass and I were just out here running radar.

-Mm. -(rapid gunfire in distance)

Call 911.

(gunfire continuing)

-MAN: Go, go, go! -(tires screech)

WOMAN: Aah! Help!

(cries) Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God. Oh, my God. -BOONE: Hey. It's okay. It's okay.

Let's set him down. Let's set him down.

-Baby, baby... -NORA: It's all right,

I'm a nurse. I got him.

He's not breathing. No pulse.

All right. Okay. I got him. Go.

MAN: They came out of nowhere.

Out of freakin' nowhere.

(indistinct chatter)

I thought my mom was gonna kill your dad.

-I'm pretty sure my dad thought the same thing. -(laughs)

Excuse me, Sheriff. Someone dropped this off in reception.

Thanks. It's our breakfast.

Oh...

Oh, um,

Deputy Chris Whitley, this is my sister Sharon.

We have breakfast twice a month at The Meat Up,

but we're busy, so...

Oh, mushroom omelet with extra mushrooms.

-Ew. Hers. -(chuckles)

I would never with the funguses.

Uh, actually, it's fungi.

And you don't know what you're missing.

You know, if you like mushrooms,

you should, uh, check out the Mushroom Festival

-up in McCloud. -Oh, yeah, I heard that was fun.

CHRIS: I'm actually from up there,

and it's a blast, so

if you ever wanted to go, I could totally take you.

Around. I-I could totally take you around.

Well, I, uh, will leave you to it.

It was nice meeting you, Sharon.

You too. (chuckles)

He likes you.

-Oh, my God. He does not. -He was totally

flirting with you. Are you kidding?

He also totally works for me.

I'm not fishing in the company pond.

Well, that's too bad.

You could really use a date.

And I just say that 'cause I want you to have fun.

I mean, when was the last time that you even...

I am not talking to you about this.

If you're not gonna talk to your sister about it,

who are you gonna talk to?

Come on. You should put yourself out there.

Stop telling me what to do.

I'm not telling you what to do.

I'm telling you what you should do, maybe. (laughs)

You know, for your information, I actually was seeing somebody.

In a cheap motel room, and it was great

and it was fun and it was hot and...

Thank you very much.

And why did it stop?

(scoffs) Why don't you ask out Whitley?

No HR issues there.

I'm so sorry, that was a dumb thing to say.

Yeah, it really was.

You're not the first person to say that I should date.

I mean, even Vince said if something happened to him,

I should find someone, but,

you know, that man said a lot of stupid things.

(phone vibrates)

Go.

-Be careful. -I will.

9.7, baby.

Ninety-seven percent accurate.

Remind me, you got a...

-9.3. -9.3.

-Ooh. -Congratulations, Hank.

You outscored me on a shooting recert

for the first and last time ever.

Eh, well maybe you'll get me next time.

Get the sheriff to judge your scores.

Are you implying that Mickey gives me special treatment?

I'm not implying. I'm saying.

Admit it, Campbell, you're a teacher's pet.

-Whatever. -Oh, "whatever." Okay, so,

when she and Boone had to escort that witness out of town

and she left you in charge, Why'd she do that?

Chang was here. Whitley was here.

They both have seniority over you.

Hell, I was here, and we're the same rank.

-You're paranoid. -Hmm.

Mickey treats me just like any other deputy here.

All right, guys, we got a live one.

Cassidy, you're with me.

BOONE: The victims are legal growers.

-Jay and Luna Miller. -MICKEY: I thought she looked familiar.

My dad is friends with her father-in-law.

Did she give you a statement?

No, she was... she was too upset.

Spoke to one of the guards, though.

The other one took two in the torso.

He's on his way to Edgewater Memorial.

I know that face.

Cole Hasby. He was in my deputy training program.

-He dropped out. -Oh, right, I remember.

He didn't drop out. He washed out.

BOONE: So, the Millers were in that vehicle,

bodyguards were in this follow vehicle,

another SUV cut them off,

and three masked men jumped out. One of the men

laid down suppressing fire,

the other two pulled the Millers' tax money

out of the vehicle.

Bodyguards returned fire, but they were outgunned.

Robbers got away with over 200 grand.

NORA: Wait, I'm sorry, I'm confused.

So, are you saying that

the couple was just paying their taxes?

CASSIDY: Legal cannabis growers

still have to pay their taxes,

like any other business.

Unlike any other business, though,

no bank will extend them credit,

so it's a 100% cash-based business.

These people roll up to the tax office,

pay their taxes in cash.

MICKEY: It's given rise to a whole cottage industry

of armed transport protection.

Clearly, it didn't work in this case.

I have a feeling these guys aren't done.

They're gonna strike again.

CASSIDY: You sure?

They did just get away with 200 grand.

Nobody leaves the casino when they're up.

MICKEY: Yeah, Boone's right.

Tax deadline is in two days.

So, for the next 48 hours, there'll be a few million

rolling up and down these back roads,

just waiting to be stolen.

They pulled off one robbery,

they'll get more brazen now.

We got to catch these guys before somebody gets killed.

*

Hey.

Hey, Mitch. I came

-as soon as I heard. -Hey, man.

-Appreciate it. -How is he?

He's in surgery now.

Doesn't look great.

Luna and Jay didn't want to be me.

Didn't want to be outlaw growers,

so they played by the rules. Did things the right way.

Let's, uh, let's go get some coffee.

Thanks. I-I'm-I'm not leaving until I know Jay's all right.

That could be a while, Mitch.

You got to pace yourself, brother,

or you're not gonna be any good to anybody.

-Oh. Hey. -(sighs)

-Hey. -Wes.

Thanks for coming.

-Who was that on the phone? -Our lawyer.

He says they could revoke our growers' license

-if we don't pay our taxes. -Wait, wait, wait, wait, what?

Your taxes were stolen.

That's what I told him.

He says, to be safe,

we should scrounge up whatever money we can and pay.

Otherwise, we'll have to reapply.

It took us two years

to get our legal growers' license. I...

So, they're punishing you for getting robbed?

How the hell is that fair?

So, the robbers cut off the Millers' SUV,

then they boxed you in and started firing.

That's when you and Marcus returned fire?

Yeah.

Okay.

How's he doing?

Mr. Miller?

Still in surgery.

All right, Cole, we're gonna test your gun for ballistics.

Yeah.

-It's standard procedure. -Yeah.

You want a coffee

-or a water or anything? -A water would be great.

Thanks.

You were always nice to me.

When we were in training together.

You sit tight.

Never liked that dude. He's shifty.

Shifty? What are we, detectives from the 1940s?

You know what I mean.

Cole couldn't hack it as a deputy,

so now he's a rent-a-cop with a gun,

but no moolah.

Bet you he tipped off the robbers.

Just because he didn't make it through training

-doesn't mean he's a criminal. -Well,

how about the fact that he doesn't have a scratch on him

while his poor bastard partner is shot up in the hospital?

Or that his brother did a stretch in San Quentin

for-- wait for it-- armed robbery.

Did a little digging.

Cole's brother is out on parole.

Lives two towns over.

Called the auto shop where he works.

Guess who called in sick today?

Let's talk to Mickey.

MICKEY: So, you think

Cole tipped off his brother, or...

Was working with his brother.

Either way, it's suspicious.

How was his demeanor-- did he seem nervous?

Definitely. That doesn't mean he's guilty,

but looking at the facts...

Yeah, inside job does make sense.

The robbers knew what day the Millers

were paying their taxes and what time.

And the car came from the front, not the back.

Exactly. They knew the route in advance.

MICKEY: Okay.

Let's pull this thread, see where it leads.

Nice work, Cassidy.

-Oh, Iglesias. -Yeah?

Make sure Cole doesn't go anywhere.

Yeah.

Nice work, Cassidy.

Mickey, the theory about Cole's brother,

it's Hank's idea, and I think he should get credit.

MICKEY: Why does it matter who gets the credit?

We're all trying to solve a case.

It matters because... (sighs)

I'm starting to realize that you treat me differently

than all the other deputies.

And if Hank can see it then they can see it, too.

And honestly, I think it diminishes the hard work

that I put in.

So, I'd prefer it if you stopped.

I take great pains in treating everyone in this office equally.

Not every sheriff always did.

-Mickey, I... -Here's an idea.

Instead of worrying about who gets the most brownie points,

you and Hank should be focusing on finding the perps.

Think you can do that?

Yes.

Ballistics came back.

Robbers were using ARs

and at least one Smith & Wesson handgun.

There was one surprise.

Get Cole in the interrogation room.

(clamoring)

What's that about?

Those folks are legal growers

who are scared that they could be next.

Can't say I blame 'em.

(door closes)

Cole.

Sheriff. Deputy Boone.

Sorry to see you again under these circumstances.

You told Deputy Campbell that

when you and Marcus were ambushed, you both

returned fire.

Maybe you can explain the ballistics report.

It says that Marcus got off multiple rounds,

but you didn't get a single shot off.

I didn't? I thought I did.

-I mean, if I didn't... -You didn't.

It must have been because the Millers were in my line of fire.

Which would make sense, but for the fact that

we know you were in the passenger seat.

And based off your vehicle position,

you had a better shooting angle than Marcus did.

MICKEY: It just doesn't add up, Cole.

May I offer a different reason why you didn't

fire your weapon?

-You didn't want to shoot your brother. -COLE: (laughs) What?

-No, that's crazy. -BOONE: Look, we get it.

You guys are underpaid for the risks you take.

And driving all that money around,

-who wouldn't be tempted? -Not to mention,

he's your brother.

If it was his idea, it's hard to say no to family.

COLE: No! No.

My brother had nothing to do with this,

neither of us did.

Then tell us the truth, Cole.

-Why didn't you fire? -I'm-I'm not sure.

Why?

Because you panicked.

You froze,

just like you did in your shooting certification.

I dropped my gun.

When the shooting started, I literally dropped it.

And now my partner's been shot,

and Mr. Miller could die, and it's my fault.

It's all my fault.

BOONE: So, Cole

bombed his live-fire training certification.

That's why he failed out of deputy training.

-Oof. -We should follow up with the brother,

-but I don't think Cole did this. -Yeah.

Hey, Dad. What are you doing here?

How's Jay doing?

Well, he was shot.

How do you think he's doing?

All right. Just calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down.

You go tell those growers in the lobby,

you could tell them to calm down.

You see, I know how to protect myself

because I've been doing it my whole life.

Them, they're a bunch of kids

thought it'd be hip to grow legal weed.

Well, they're sitting ducks.

I didn't create the system.

The state says that it's legal to grow cannabis,

federal government says it isn't.

-Until they get on the same page... -What if they don't?

What if they don't get on the same page, huh?

If going legal means you-you jump through their hoops,

you pay their taxes,

and the government will not lift a finger

to protect you?

The hell am I doing this for? I...

-don't know. -For me.

And for Skye.

Dad...

I need you to stay the course.

Please.

All right.

-(grunts) All right. -Thank you.

I need to ask you a favor. Can you go talk to the growers?

-They'll listen to you. Get them to calm down. -(knocking)

Sorry.

The robbers just struck again. Same M.O.

The growers were on their way to pay their taxes.

Two of them got shot. One of them is serious but stable.

The other one didn't make it.

Well, I, uh...

guess I need to go speak to the growers, calm them down

before they take a torch to this damn place and I join 'em.

(people shouting, clamoring)

All right, everybody, let's, uh,

hold it down. Let's...

Hold it... Listen...

All right, get... Hey...

Shut the hell up, all right?!

Who are you, old man?

-We want to talk to the sheriff. -Who am I? I'm Wes Fox.

Wes Fox.

I'm the son of a bitch that's been growing

-on this mountain since before you were born. -All right, Dad, I got this.

WES: No, you need to learn your history. If-if there was

a Mount Kushmore carved into this mountain,

my face would be on it.

-Isn't that right, Leo? -MICKEY: Dad.

Dad. I-I... I know you're all concerned.

Rest assured,

we're chasing down several leads.

Our first priority...

GROWER: We should be your first priority.

We're paying our taxes...

-Oh. Hey, firecracker. -Wes Fox.

-(laughs) -What are you doing here?

I came to bury the hatchet,

but now that I see all that she's got on her plate,

-I'm gonna go. -What'd she do now?

MICKEY: ...but if we just keep talking over each other...

It wasn't all her fault. I kind of big-sistered her,

and then she shot back at me,

and that was too close to home.

What is all of this?

(scoffs)

How much time you got? (sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

Nice work. Now only, like, half of them

want you tarred and feathered.

It's not a good time, Share.

Hear me out. I have an idea. I think it'll help.

Well, unless you've got a spare armored truck

parked in your driveway, I don't think you can.

Well, it's not parked in my driveway.

Okay, folks, we're leaving in five.

We're gonna do multiple trips to the tax office.

Deputies will be riding with you. Come on up.

-Hm... -CASSIDY: Okay, one at a time.

See? Big sisters occasionally have good ideas.

Next?

Second set of victims

were on the way to the tax office

when the perps intercepted them from the front. Same M.O.,

except for a couple key differences.

First, these growers didn't use bodyguards.

Which rules Cole out. He was here cooling his heels.

Second, because of the first robbery,

these victims decided, at the last minute,

that they were gonna take a completely different route.

They didn't tell a soul.

So how do these perps know

exactly where our victims are gonna be

at the exact moment they're gonna be there?

-Drones? -Mm...

It's a ten-mile stretch of road to the tax office.

Drones don't have that kind of range. Tracker.

On both vehicles?

Well, how else are they gonna know the route?

Cassidy.

-How are the ride-alongs going? -CASSIDY: Good. We're doing them in shifts.

Hank and I just got back. Whitley and Ted are out now.

Get Hank in here, please.

Hey, I want to ask your opinion on something.

What's up?

Cassidy has this idea that I give her special treatment.

-You do give her special treatment. -That's not true.

You want my opinion or don't you?

It's not a big deal, every sheriff does it.

And it makes sense. You've known her forever. You trust her.

HANK: Great idea, boss.

Using the ambulance as an armored truck?

Nothing like a double-barreled greeting

-to scare off the bad guys. -CASSIDY: He's just excited

because the ambulance driver let him play with the sirens.

The Millers' SUV is parked outside.

We think there may be a tracker on board.

I need you to search every inch of that car till you find it.

-Great, we'll get right on it. -MICKEY: No, no.

-I want Hank on this one. -Oh, well, then I'll help him.

You know I can take a car apart

and put it back together, no problem.

I want you on ambulance duty.

But, Sheriff, any deputy could do that.

Great. Then find any deputy and take them with you.

Thank you.

(clears throat) Hey.

Oh, hey.

-Geez. -Yeah.

I've been waiting in the parking lot for 20 minutes.

-All right. You okay? -Yeah. I'm fine.

We just agreed that we'd meet out front,

so when I didn't hear from you, I got a little worried.

-You could've come in. -No.

-I didn't want to interrupt you. -It doesn't matter

what I'm doing, you can always interrupt me.

-Always. -You know, I keep thinking about this morning.

(chuckles) And I am just

reminded, you know, why I'm, um, in a pediatrician's office now.

Are you kidding? You-you were a rock star.

Nate, you got to let me know when you're gonna be late.

Sorry. Otherwise, I just... I think the worst.

Hey.

Hey. What's up?

This morning.

Muscle memory just... kicked in,

but, I don't know, I just,

I don't think I'm in that ER mindset. I don't know.

Okay.

Let's get to Smokey's before they close.

Maybe we can get you in that BLT mindset.

Really? Wow.

-(laughs) -That's what you have?

BLT mindset?

Okay.

(dogs barking)

WES: Hey, Mama Joe.

Did you bring me smokes?

No, those things'll kill you.

I, uh, brought you something better.

Fifty-two wiener pics.

How you like my Dolly Partons?

Your what?

Get your mind out of the gutter, Wes.

My Dolly Parton roses.

The red-orangey ones.

I got the Babe Ruth over there,

couple of Marilyn Monroes there. They're the apricot color.

Yeah, they're beautiful.

-You should start a business. -Nah.

Takes ten years to get them from seedling to market.

Weed's faster, lot more profitable.

Speaking of which,

I heard a rumor you went legal.

(laughs) I heard that, I said,

"No way. Not Wes Fox."

You want the long version or short version?

Just 'cause I'm old doesn't mean

I want to hear you prattle on all day.

All right.

The short version it is.

-Mickey made me. -She is ornery.

Twice as mean as you are.

(laughs)

(sighs)

Have you heard about the-the robberies?

Dale was up here this morning.

Things are bad, Joe.

Worse than I've ever known them to be.

Growers are getting squeezed.

You got Big Pharma on one side,

you got cartels on the other, and then you got the state.

They want their slice,

but they don't want to raise a finger to help you.

It feels...

feels like the end of something.

You remember the CAMP days,

-back in the '90s? -Yeah.

Can't forget.

Damn feds and their choppers, they busted half the mountain.

My Sam got out after three years of good behavior.

-You, on the other hand... -(laughs)

Good behavior is boring.

It was never my strong suit, in or out of prison.

Well, my point is,

people said that was the end of everything, too.

The life we made. The community we built.

Folks said it was over,

and it's a damn good thing I didn't listen.

(laughs)

Why the hell did you come up here, huh?

Here to tell me some sob story?

-I... -If you don't want the community

we built to end, you got to fight for it.

Hell, form your own damn cartel if you have to.

You say, oh, good behavior's never your thing.

Well, then prove it.

Or just step aside, let somebody else do it.

How about you?

I'm too damn old to grow anything but these roses.

This is your fight, Wesley Fox, and you have to lead it.

I promised Mickey.

I respect that.

I respect whatever choice you make.

Just know this.

If you come up here again, you better have two things:

a carton of unfiltered and a plan.

Hey, Mick.

-Can I ask you something? -Mm.

How do you do this job when there's someone

at home waiting for you?

-Nora? -Yeah.

She's worried about me getting hurt.

When you were married to Travis

and you were working a dangerous case,

-what'd you tell him? -The truth.

-How'd he take it? -Pretty well.

He started out as a public defender,

so he's seen his fair share of craziness.

-Right. -Think it helps when your partner gets it.

I'm not sure that's gonna work with Nora.

Oh.

Well, then you should probably just lie to her.

-Hello? Hank? -HANK: In here.

Hey. Any luck?

I have been at this for hours.

All I found is a buttload of Goldfish crackers.

-The rear seats lift up. You look under there? -Car seat's in the way.

-You can't take out a car seat? -HANK: I trained as an airline mechanic.

I've taken apart jet engines.

I cannot figure this damn thing out.

Go ahead, Boone.

Really?

It's your hunch. Uh, you sh...

(car seat unbuckles)

-(Hank sighs) -Nothing.

The tracker is here, Boone.

-I know it is. -HANK: Sheriff,

I've been over every inch of this vehicle

three times.

I really don't think it's here.

-BOONE: Hmm. -This does not belong to the Millers' baby.

My sister puts those in her luggage when she flies.

Yeah, it's Bluetooth. This

is how the robbers knew the Millers' location in real time.

I bet if we search the second victims' car,

we'll find one just like it.

The second victims-- do they have little kids?

Two. Ages two and six.

(indistinct conversation)

Grace.

There's a couple of folks here like to have a word with you.

You babysat for both sets of victims,

the Millers and the Wileys, in the last two weeks.

Yes, but I had nothing to do with these robberies. I swear.

MICKEY: You don't find it suspicious?

Both families getting robbed?

Well, I work for lots of families on the mountain.

The Carrows, the Lanes.

Whoever needs help with their kids.

I would never do anything to hurt any of them.

MITCHELL: We consider Grace part of the family.

Plenty others do, too.

-Gracie. -GRACE: It's okay, Maya.

BOONE: Look, Grace,

that tracker didn't get in that car seat by accident.

So who else has access to those seats?

Got family in the area? Friends? You date anybody?

* Grace and Danny sitting in a tree... *

-(chuckles) -* K-I-S-S-I-N-G. *

Who's Danny?

Um, he's my boyfriend.

And we meet him at the park sometimes,

but there's no way. Uh...

I mean, he would never...

Daniel Wise,

priors for larceny and aggravated assault.

Uh, oh, my God. I had no idea.

We've only been dating for a few weeks.

Mitchell, I'm so sorry.

MICKEY: Grace.

If you really are sorry, you'll help us.

Oh, hey. Hey, Luna Bird.

Uh, this is, uh, JoAnne Henshaw.

Call me Mama Joe, just like everybody else.

We're just waiting on a few other folks,

and we'll get started.

Those are guerrilla growers.

WES: Yeah.

Dale.

You know what this woman has been through.

Put the damn gun away.

And if you say one word to me

about your Constitutional rights,

so help me, I will exercise mine and I'll shoot your ass.

All right. (clears throat)

You're among friends here, darling.

-How's Jay? -He's no longer critical,

but it's gonna be a long recovery.

-Well... Dale. -(snaps fingers)

Maybe this'll make it easier.

We passed the hat.

All of us.

Everybody. This is

to help with your taxes

and medical bills, whatever you need, it's yours.

I don't know how to thank you.

Oh, you don't got to thank us.

We take care of our own.

Okay. Sounds good.

We're ready to go.

I can't believe Danny did this. I mean,

How can I ever look Luna and Jay in the eyes again?

-Or the Wileys, or anyone that I work for? -Grace,

Danny used you. He took advantage of you.

You have to stop him before somebody else gets hurt.

Believe me, you don't want this on your conscience.

If you just stick to the script, you'll do great.

Okay?

(line ringing)

(phone rings)

What's up, babe?

GRACE: Danny, I can't talk.

-I'm at the police station. -What?

They're asking about a robbery.

I don't know what you did, but they're onto you.

Get out of there. Just get out of there now.

Yo, we got to bounce.

You did great.

Now we sit tight, okay?

They're coming your way.

Copy.

All right, here we go.

Sheriff's office! Don't move!

Don't shoot.

-BOONE: Got him? -Don't shoot.

(siren wailing)

(grunting)

Don't move!

I will shoot you.

On your knees.

Hands on your head.

-You good? -Yeah. Great. You find the money?

Not a penny. Searched the whole apartment.

Where is it?

Fine. Grace already told us the whole thing was your idea, man.

How you put the tracker in the kids' car seats.

That bitch said what?

This was her idea. She came to me.

Told me I'd never believe

how much cash her bosses were moving.

You want to know where the money is?

She has it.

-Fox. -BOONE: Mick.

The money's not here.

Danny said Grace is behind the whole thing.

("Nothing Personal" by Stella and the Storm playing)

* But I'm leaving *

* In the morning *

* And I just want you to know *

* It's nothing personal. *

* Living for this feeling... *

(siren chirps)

(siren wailing)

Out of the car, now!

MICKEY: It's over, Grace.

BOONE: Get out of the car!

Get out of the car now!

Hands on your head.

Turn around. Down on your knees.

How'd you find me?

I liked your idea so much...

...I stole it.

-DANNY: What's up, babe? -Danny.

Um, I can't talk, I'm at the police station.

Plus, whoever put the tracker on the victims knew how

to take a car seat in and out, and Danny the convicted felon

-with no kids... -BOONE: And after you sold him out,

Danny was more than happy to share the app

that you guys used to tail the Millers and the Wileys.

Oh.

I think he might want to break up.

* A lotta little sips become a bender *

* A lotta little hits make you surrender *

* A lotta little touches leave a deep groove *

* A lotta little nudges make your feet move... *

-Hey. -Hey. Hi. How'd it go?

-Amber said that you caught the guys. -We caught the guys.

Yeah. They went down without a fight.

-Good. -Yeah.

-What do you feel like-- pancakes? -Pancakes?

(laughs) It's, like, 7:00 p.m.

Waffles it is.

(laughs)

Let me guess-- more busywork?

You don't know from busywork.

When I started out as a deputy,

they called it PANTY duty.

Parking enforcement,

animal control, noise complaint,

trespassing, youth outreach.

Basically, anything

male deputies didn't want to deal with,

but having ovaries and good hygiene

-made me a shoo-in for. -That's awful.

Eh. I kicked ass at PANTY duty.

I can still boot a car in ten seconds flat.

Plus, when Fred found out about it, he put a stop to it.

The other deputies started calling me his pet.

That was one of the nicer names.

Walk with me.

Said that I give you special treatment.

You're right. I do.

But I'm not doing anything that any of these former sheriffs...

...didn't do for their boys.

That doesn't make it right. I should do better, and I will.

But I didn't treat you different because you're a woman

or because you and I have a history.

I did it because you have something

that can't be measured on any recert test.

You care.

More than any other deputy in this office.

More than me, even.

You care.

And I will never apologize for seeing that.

("Bad Dreams" by Damien Jurado playing)

* I have fell *

* Victim to you *

* Troubles I have seen *

* Many years... *

So remember that time we didn't speak for, like, a decade?

That sucked.

* From high windows *

* I have called you... *

I'm sorry, uh, about what I said yesterday.

About you asking Whitley out. That was really insensitive.

I deserved it. I was telling you what to do.

I just want you to be happy, and after I lost Vince,

I guess I just know how fleeting it all is.

And I know it's hard for you to talk about this,

so I just want you to know that you can and I can listen.

* Come rest your tired body... *

Just listen?

-Maybe with a few questions. -(laughs) Here we go.

Like who is Mr. Cheap Hotel Room?

And was the sex good enough

to ignore the low thread count and awful shower pressure?

Oh, well...

the shower was actually pretty great.

-(laughs) -You've got to say more words right now, please.

His name was Dawson.

Well, it's-it's actually Alec, but I knew him as Dawson.

DEA agent.

It's a long story.

It was just physical, um...

It could've been more. He wanted it to be more.

But you didn't?

I was scared.

To let him in. To become emotionally involved.

Because the last time I let myself fall in love

with somebody, like, really fall in love...

Was Travis.

I mean, losing Vince-- it, like, broke me, yeah?

He-he was my work partner and my life partner

and I will never share that much with someone again.

And I'm not ready to date yet.

But, you know, even with all that heartache

and all of that pain,

I'm not gonna let it stop me when I am ready.

And I know Travis hurt you,

but I hope you don't let that stop you

from falling in love again.

Thank you.

Oh. I got this round.

I am not even gonna fight you about that.

Do you see all that progress I'm making right here

in front of your eyes?

I will find us a table.

* Save me from this fire *

* So come *

* Save me from this fire. *

I remember when I first came to this town, to this mountain.

I was 19 years old and I was adrift.

I saw these redwoods, I saw this blue sky, and I knew that...

...I had found my home.

Because here, we had a garden.

Well, I'm here to tell you,

our garden has gone to seed.

Prop 215 passed, weed became legal,

and suddenly, money starts raining down from the sky.

Suddenly, our neighbor wasn't our neighbor.

He-he was our competitor.

We started to lie, we started to cheat.

Neglected our families.

We started to kill each other.

Big Pharma, cartels,

the-the sons of bitches that shot Luna's husband--

they all smell blood in the water, and they're circling

'cause we've been busy stabbing each other in the back.

And that ends tonight.

We grow the best flower in the whole world.

And if we combine our distribution,

then, hell, we can go toe-to-toe with those big boys.

We got to band together.

We're gonna protect our garden against all comers.

And any of them dares mess with one of us,

they're gonna be messing with all of us.

You talk like we're some cartel.

Hell, Wes, we're farmers. Who's gonna protect us?

DALE: Oh, pipe down, old man, we'll square up

if you can't. We got plenty of muscle.

I didn't go legit to end up back in prison.

Yeah, well, prison's a lot better than a coffin.

What are we supposed to do, stand around

and just let 'em pick us off one by one?

I'm in.

You just think the government's gonna look the other way?

We got to look out for each other.

-Speak up, honey. -(overlapping arguing)

-OLDER GROWER: We're farmers, not gangsters. -I'm in.

My husband almost died yesterday.

I thought the law would protect us,

but now I see

you can only count on your neighbors.

I'm in.

DALE: I'm in, old man.

MAN: I'm with you.

WOMAN: I'm in. Thanks, Wes.

I'm in, too.

WOMAN 2: Thanks, Wes. Great idea.

OLDER GROWER: This ain't legal. If you join together like this

and start moving product in the dark...

...we'll be outlaws.

You damn right we will.

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