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Previously on Sheriff Country...

You think it was easy for me to arrest Skye?

I give them two months.

You two make a great team.

It's too bad you only have one week left together.

My resignation letter.

You made a mistake, Boone. I don't want to lose you.

I'm still leaving. Nora.

Hi. I'm so sorry.

Boone didn't tell me he had a sister.

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

GUIDE: January 24,

1848. James Marshall hollered,

"Gold!" and the rush began.

Rival families. Conflicting claims.

Yessiree, the thirst for gold made people do crazy things.

Sometimes, it even got bloody.

Not everyone who discovered gold

- lived to tell about it. - Like that guy?

Is he okay?

-Oh, my God. - Is that an actor?

*

Y-Your wife.

Of course. Your wife.

Nora.

Yeah.

N-Nice to meet you.

You too.

- So... you live in Oakland. -I do, yeah.

I'm a pediatric nurse. I just

took a few days off to help Nate pack up. - Right,

Nate.

Which is totally what spouses do.

I'm gonna let you two, uh... I have to go.

- I... - Well, uh, this is your office, Mickey, so maybe we...

- Right. I'm gonna... - And, uh...

You'll want this.

Uh, which reminds me,

uh, you should schedule your exit interview, Nate.

Nice to meet you, Nora.

You guys, Boone is freakin' married.

- I am in a state of shock. - What?

- Is she nice? - Is she hot?

- Yes. - Total smokeshow.

More to the point, how has he worked here

for two years and hadn't said anything?

It's Boone, he's even less of a sharer than you.

I mean, how well do any of us even know him?

We could pull his personnel file.

That would be completely improper. We are not doing that.

Suit yourself. I mean,

he's already got one foot out the door.

Oh, speaking of which, we're throwing him

a goodbye party. Tonight, at your house.

- My house? -Well, my place is too small,

and we're not doing lunchtime cupcakes at the ECSO.

It's Boone.

Are you still ducking Travis?

Wait, what's going on with you and Travis?

It's nothing, it's just...

Travis couldn't deal with seeing Cassidy arrest Skye,

and Cassidy couldn't deal with Travis not dealing.

- Am I wrong? - I just need some time

to figure some stuff out, that's all.

Besides, we're not talking about me and Travis,

we're talking about Boone and his secret-- - BOONE: Hey.

We just got a call. A body's been found in the Eel River,

just past the bend. Looks like a homicide.

- What's you dad doing here? - Dad?

- Mickey. - What are you doing here?

- It's Bill. -What?

- Bill Wambach? - Yeah.

Somebody shot him in the back.

Irv called me, I drove down.

Oh, my God, Dad, I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

The Wambachs are an old ranching family.

They've been in Edgewater for over a hundred years.

Show some respect!

Put away your cameras!

Dad.

Just... wait here.

The guide and a couple of tourists dragged up his body

to see if he could save him.

Best of intentions, but...

They trampled the crime scene.

No hope for a shoe print.

Four entry wounds on the back.

Those powder burns on his shirt.

His killer was standing close.

This was an execution.

Hi. I'm Deputy Campbell.

I got this summons, but I think it's a mistake.

It's for a citation that I wrote.

It's not a mistake. The defendant decided to challenge.

It's a moving violation.

Next, we have Mr. Lewis' case.

Mr. Lewis, give us a wave if you're here.

Great. And the ticketing officer, Deputy Campbell?

- Right here, Your Honor. -Excellent.

Representing Mr. Lewis, we have Mr. Dwyer.

Uh, actually, I'll be taking this one, Your Honor.

Mr. Fraley, I'm surprised.

You're doing traffic tickets now?

Uh, there's something about this case

that's very near and dear to me, Your Honor.

Very well. You may proceed.

Bill's truck is in the parking lot. It's being processed,

but there's no houses around, no one reported gunshots,

so there's no one to really canvass.

All right, let's look at his business dealings,

his circle of friends, and let's

talk to his wife, Bernice, see if he had any enemies.

Enemies? When I used to bring you and Sharon fishing

in this very river, who taught you how to clean the trout?

- Dad... -When Skye's soccer field was flooded,

her team needed a place to play,

who cleared off a patch in his field?

Bill didn't have enemies in Edgewater. Bill was Edgewater.

Bill!

- No! - Bernice.

- No! -Bernice.

He's gone. He's gone. He's gone.

You better find the son of a bitch that did this before I do.

* *

BERNICE: This morning he was in the kitchen, reading the box scores,

pouring his coffee.

And now he's gone.

I'm so sorry, Bernice.

I-I know this must seem soon, but did Bill have any enemies?

- Anybody who'd want to hurt him? -No. No enemies.

About a week ago,

a-a man came to the house,

asking if we were interested in selling the ranch.

Bill said no. "I was born on this ranch,"

he told the fella, "and-and one day, I'll..."

Anyway, the man went away.

We didn't think anything more of it.

And then a few days later...

Bill found a bullet in his mailbox.

Yeah, I got one, too.

We were getting calls at all hours.

"You should think about selling."

"Maybe it's not safe for you here."

And then they'd hang up.

And then last week, the shed caught fire.

Mason and Irv helped Bill put it out, but I was terrified.

It's these cartels moving in. They just want to muscle us out.

It's not gonna work. Bill wasn't leaving and we're not leaving.

Bernice, this man who came to your door--

can you describe him for us?

Well, he looked normal.

Clean-shaven. Izod shirt.

That doesn't exactly scream "cartel."

Did he leave his information?

No, not that I know of. -

What, do you think they carry business cards?

Those people do not leave a paper trail.

Now, half the growers between here and Deadwater

have gotten threats.

And if people are getting threats,

they should be coming to us.

Yes, they should be, but they won't.

All right, stay strong. And just know

we are doing everything we can

to find whoever did this.

So have you also been getting threats, Dad?

Not yet, but you can guarantee I'll be ready if I do.

Mickey. Hey.

Um, I-I didn't want to say anything.

I'm not even sure that I should.

Mason, if you know something...

It's probably nothing.

Look, I feel bad even mentioning it,

but, uh...

Bill and Bernice have been fighting.

Like, a lot.

Eight years I've worked here, it's never been like that.

Bernice wanted to sell the ranch.

Like, she really, really wanted to sell.

Bill, he just couldn't hear it. He just

kept saying, "Edgewater is my home."

Thanks. It's good you told us.

- We should look at Bernice. - You're crazy.

I think you're barking up the wrong tree.

No, this is the same stuff you pulled with Skye.

- Dad. - It's a statistical fact, okay?

If a murder victim is married,

the most likely culprit is the spouse,

and sure, they've been together a long time,

but we don't know what goes on behind closed doors.

Or what secrets they might be keeping.

Look, I agree with you, every marriage is a black box.

Some more than others.

Why don't we hang back, wait for ballistics.

Dad, I want you to talk to Irv. Him and Bill were tight.

There may be more to these threats than he's saying.

All right. I'll let you know what I find out.

- Your dad's a deputy now? - Look,

I got to give him something to do

or he's gonna find something, and it's not gonna be good.

Deputy Campbell, you said you saw my client

roll through a stop sign while looking at his phone.

Are you certain he rolled through?

You had eyes on his car the whole time?

My eyes weren't the problem, his were.

They were glued to his phone.

Just so happens,

he received a very important phone call.

Maybe some calls shouldn't be ignored.

Stop signs shouldn't be ignored either.

It's against the law to ignore them,

which is why I issued the citation.

No one's arguing that, Deputy,

but my client's cell phone use

was necessary to prevent harm.

The call was from his child's doctor.

She had critical and time-sensitive

information to share with him.

As you'll see in these phone records, Your Honor.

Dr. Patel. This is your child's doctor?

Yes, Your Honor. She was calling with test results.

- I was pretty concerned. - I remember what that's like.

I'm going to dismiss the charges.

In the future, stop at the damn stop sign, Mr. Lewis.

Thank you, Mr. Fraley.

You, too, Deputy Campbell.

MICKEY: You don't have to get up to your neck in a murder case.

You're out of here at the end of the week.

Let me tap in Cassidy or Whitley.

Oh, thanks, but I want to help you solve it. I...

I can stick around for a few days if I need to.

- Oh, yeah? What about Nora? - Yeah.

- She's gonna be okay with that? - Sure. Yeah, it's no big deal.

All right, dude, what is the deal?

We worked together for two years,

you don't mention you're married?

And don't say I didn't ask. This is me asking.

I don't like discussing my personal life.

Boone.

Aren't you the one who's always saying that

we have to keep the personal and the professional separate?

I believe the word "firewall" has been used.

I...

Okay.

Fine. Maybe.

In that case, I'll go see where we are with ballistics.

Cassi-Cassidy, wait up.

This is my job, Travis.

I don't appreciate you making a game of it.

How else am I supposed to talk to you?

You won't take my calls, you won't return my texts.

So you ambush me at work?

That is deranged.

Oh, God. It is deranged.

- Thank you. - I'm so sorry.

Look, I-I know I screwed up.

I know you were just doing your job when you arrested Skye,

- and... - I'm over that, Travis.

Not even about that anymore.

Look, I have a lot on my mind,

and I need time and space to figure it out.

So, if I'm not picking up your calls,

it's because I'm not ready to talk to you.

It's a stop sign.

Maybe your client can explain that to you.

I'm telling you, it's one of them cartels,

and if we don't watch our backs, we'll be next.

Yeah, I... I don't know. I...

I've been thinking about what Boone said.

And, uh, y-your-your bullet in the mailbox stuff--

that's... that-that reads "cartel,"

but guys in polo shirts showing up, knocking on doors,

making formal offers on Bill's property? Come on.

A wolf in yuppie clothes is still a wolf.

- True. - And these guys are pouring in from all over--

China, Bulgaria, Central America--

'cause they're armed and they're dangerous.

They're not here to be good neighbors.

They're here to snatch up our land.

Hell, I caught a couple Bulgarian guys

sniffing around my grow last week,

and I had to chase 'em off with a shotgun.

- Really? - These outsiders

want to destroy everything that we built.

Outsiders?

Irv, that's what they called us growers when we showed up

here in Edgewater-- "outsiders."

It-it was Bill,

and it was ranchers like him that welcomed us in.

Well, times have changed,

and if we don't draw the line now,

the community that we built

will be gone.

Oh.

Bill was shot at point-blank range

with four .50 caliber rounds from a Desert Eagle.

- Statement gun. - Cartel favorite. -

Oh, hey. Come in. Did you talk to Irv?

Yeah. Yeah, just now.

He said that some Bulgarian cartel-looking guys

came by his place last week. He ran 'em off.

His land's right next to Bill's.

Bulgarian cartel-looking guys?

Our murder weapon is definitely their style.

- Yeah. -They like to hang at that MMA gym

- right off of Route 9. -Mm-hmm.

Might be worth paying 'em a visit.

It's not the kind of place two deputies can just walk in

and start asking questions.

- You can't, but I can. - Dad, forget it.

- I can walk in there. -No.

Whether they shot Bill or not,

these cartel guys are suspected of a dozen murders

up and down the state. You're not going in there.

Although...

- Boone. - Let the man speak.

Look,

the Bulgarians will know Wes by reputation,

and he could get in there under a false pretense,

maybe try to get some information out of 'em. - No way.

- It's too dangerous. - Well,

I would say it's risky, it's not dangerous.

- Yeah. Thank you, Boone. - Besides, he'll be wearing a wire.

If he gets into trouble, we'll just pull him out. - Whoa, whoa,

whoa, hold on. No.

No. You lost me there, pal.

I've never worn a wire and I'm not about to start now.

Great, then you're not going in there. - Look, I'm not a narc.

This discussion is over. If you won't wear a wire, old man,

you're not going in, which is fine by me anyway.

This whole thing is against my better judgment.

No, hold-hold... Okay. Look,

Wes, Mickey's right. Look,

we-we got to have your back, all right?

You old-school growers might have a code,

but these new players? No way.

It-It's for Bill.

All right, say something, Wes.

- I feel like a narc. - I got him. You got him?

- Got him. -Okay.

All right, Dad, give me a word.

A word?

Yeah, if you're in trouble in there, you say the word,

and we come in hot.

Moonstone.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

- The hell's he doing? -Sorry, Mickey.

If things go south

and I don't come out of there,

you don't want to hear your old man dying.

That's it. I'm pulling him out. - No, Mickey.

Wait. If we go busting in there,

we don't just get Wes shot, we get all of us shot.

Best thing to do is just sit tight.

All right, if he's not out in ten minutes, I'm going in.

What the hell you want?

We don't know you.

Well, you should. I'm Wes Fox.

I haven't tried it myself, but I hear

your flower sets a high bar for the rest of us.

You're damn right it does.

I've spent 40 years refining my strain.

- And your tract up in Deadwater. -Mm-hmm.

That's good land.

You looking to sell?

No.

But if I was, it wouldn't be to you.

No, I'm here on behalf of a third party.

Bernice Wambach.

See, she doesn't want to end up like her husband,

washed up on a riverbank with a few leaks in his back

you and your boys left there.

Where's the property?

Don't play dumb with me.

It's the Wambach Ranch.

Now, she's prepared to sit down and negotiate,

but no more violence.

No.

It's no good.

There's no tree cover. It's all exposed.

That's what hoop houses are for.

We grow kush and critical.

Outdoor strains.

Tract's no good to us.

Well... your loss.

Ah.

One more thing, old man.

- Ow! Ow. - Oh, hold still, you big baby.

If there are any bones that need resetting, I got first dibs.

I can't believe you.

They would've found your wire first thing.

You could've gotten yourself killed.

Yeah, well, I didn't, so relax.

What's your read? Were they involved?

I can't stand those sons of bitches,

but they, uh, they grow outdoor strains, and

Bill's ranch is not gonna be any use to 'em, so no.

- No, I don't think they did it. - Great. All that for a dead end.

- We had to rule them out. -Yeah, no kidding.

You're welcome.

All right, let's call it. Get some rest.

- Come back fresh. -Perfect.

That'll give me more time to set up for Boone's going-away party.

* Broken payphone in west L.A. *

* I tried to call you last night *

* Wrote your name in the glass real slow *

* And I started to cry... *

Will you stop cleaning?

- I'm not cleaning. I'm tidying. -You realize

most people find hosting a party preferable

to investigating a murder?

Have you had a chance to talk to Nora yet?

No.

But I am so happy for Cam and Greg.

They found a surrogate.

A surrogate? Like, for a...

A baby. They've been looking for a year. Did you not know?

They're your deputies, Mickey.

I guess I forgot.

Okay. Mingle.

* Let me tell you how I miss your face *

* I've got to quit this scene. *

* Well, I've had about enough of your two-cent words *

* And the way you're running your mouth *

* No, you haven't got a clue or another thing to do *

* Except to take another picture... *

Call him yet?

Did Mickey ever talk to you about her breakup with Travis?

No, but Gina made sure I knew all the sordid details.

Sounded gnarly.

Yes and no. There was a lot of hard feelings.

I think Mickey especially wanted it to work,

but they always respected each other

and they found a way to stay friends.

I mean, how many people do you know

have a picture of their ex on display?

Yeah, it's a little weird.

Says the guy who kept his marriage a secret for two years.

Walked into that one.

* It may have come so easy and happened so fast *

* But the harder they come, they fall *

* Tell me... *

Chip?

Oh. No, thanks. But this edition is so cool.

I mean, was Skye an Oz kid?

We read a few of them, but then we stopped.

They completely freaked her out. - Well, yeah,

because they're totally freaky.

But my son was obsessed, so we ran the whole series.

- Son? - Yeah, Henry.

He's at Sacramento State, which is

so crazy to me because he was just in his footie pajamas

reading Ozma of Oz.

- Makes your head spin. - Yeah. It does.

So, what about Skye? Is she in college or...

Oh, uh, she's taking some time off.

She's backpacking right now in the Sierras with friends.

- Wow, very cool. - Yeah.

You know, I just wanted to clarify,

Nate is not Henry's dad.

I mean, just in case you were wondering.

At this point, nothing would surprise me.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Course.

-Hey. - Hi. Come in.

Wow. You're having a party.

You don't have parties.

I know. I didn't have a choice. It's for Boone.

- Why are you here? - Wait, is Cassidy here?

I can't do this to her twice in one day.

- What are you talking about? - Oh...

- I'm an idiot. I should go. - Travis,

- why are you here? - All right, look,

I know it's totally inappropriate for me to ask you

about my relationship with Cassidy...

But can you ask me about your relationship with Cassidy?

Mm.

Only because it beats refilling the chips for the 11th time.

Okay, uh... she told me she needs some space.

- So give her space. - Right, but

- you didn't hear about... - I don't need to, Travis.

I know you. Your heart moves so fast.

Not everyone is like that.

Some hearts move a little slower.

You mean like yours?

We're not talking about mine.

If Cassidy is asking for space, give her space.

-Speech! -Speech! Speech!

Speech.

Speech, Boone.

- No. - Yes. Give a speech.

Um...

Well, this is pretty much my worst nightmare.

Um...

Thank you, Gina, for organizing, and...

and to Mickey for hosting.

- Your worst nightmare. - Yeah.

And, uh...

Uh...

it's nice to be at a party and know where the bathroom is.

Well, uh, where everything is, actually,

thanks to that search warrant.

Too soon?

Um...

This, uh...

This town, Edgewater,

it's a special place.

You know, I've-I've moved around a bit

and seen my share of departments,

and I can honestly say that this is...

this is the only place

that feels like home.

It's been an honor working with you guys.

If I have one regret, it's that,

maybe, um...

Maybe...

That maybe I didn't live up to certain expectations.

But I do know this,

I'm gonna miss every single person in this room.

Because you guys are what makes this place special.

You let a stranger

become a friend, so...

Thanks for that.

For everything, really.

Where's the music?

What you looking at?

- Uh, nothing. - Right.

Definitely not Boone's personnel file, because that

- would be completely improper. - Fine.

It's his service records from down in Oakland.

Multiple commendations for bravery.

Want to see my favorite part?

Boone's partner in Oakland was Jason Rothe.

He awarded Boone the Medal of Valor.

- There is a picture. - Oh, wait. That's Nora.

Yeah. Okay, now, here are Boone's dependents.

Nora and her son, Henry Rothe. The same last name.

Wait, so Nora was married to Boone's partner?

Did they have an affair?

Well, if I knew that, I could retire happy.

- Hey. - Two black coffees, coming right up.

So, I know you don't think

that we should look into Bernice.

But you went ahead and did anyway.

Pretty much. I just talked to your buddy, Punch.

How is our favorite

real estate agent-slash- Rotary Club president?

Great. He's got a hot new listing.

The Wambach ranch.

Bill just died.

It-It's a little quick, don't you think?

Mason mentioned that

Bernice wanted to sell.

I don't know. Is it all that surprising?

Maybe not, but Bernice told Punch

to start soliciting offers three weeks ago,

before Bill died.

And then she specifically asked Punch

not to say anything about it to Bill.

Yeah, that is odd.

I still think it's a reach,

but let's go talk to her.

Boone.

Sherriff's office.

Bernice?

Clear.

Kitchen's clear.

Bernice?

Bernice?

- Bernice? - Bernice!

* *

Boone.

BERNICE: I was upstairs.

Somebody kicked in the door.

I-I grabbed Bill's shotgun and I hid in the closet.

I didn't have my phone. I couldn't call anybody.

I-I thought I was gon...

You did great.

Whoever did this should feel lucky they didn't

stumble in on a mountain woman with a shotgun.

"Give 'em both barrels," Bill always said.

Mickey.

House is clear.

We spoke to Punch,

and he mentioned you asked him to list the ranch

a few weeks ago. Now, you told us that

Bill refused to sell.

So is it true? Are you selling?

I-I hated to go behind Bill's back,

but I don't feel safe here.

And my Wilfred Wambach was the

stubbornest damn man I ever met.

And the best.

He just couldn't face that the old days are gone.

So many of our friends are selling.

Cheryl and David, the Sloanes.

- Irv. - Irv? Are you sure?

He made it sound like he would never sell.

Well, sure, he has to sound tough in front of the boys,

but he's closing escrow in a week.

I know because of the water rights.

Water rights?

We've got an aquifer that runs beneath our ranch,

but Irv's place is dry as a bone.

For as long as I could remember, Bill just

let Irv divert the water for his own grow,

and Irv would pay him what he could.

MICKEY: If Irv's grow relies on Bill's aquifer for water,

the property would be useless to a new buyer

without the same deal.

So, maybe Bill made a deal with the new buyers.

Yeah, maybe, but they'd need more than a handshake agreement

on the chain of title.

You know what?

CASSIDY: Mickey, hey.

Hey, Cassidy, I need you to pull the chain of title

on the Wambach and McCall properties.

Grants, easements, anything on water rights.

Everything you can find, okay?

Water rights, on it.

-Hey. - Hey, Dad, did you know that

Irv was planning on selling his land? - No.

There's no way that's true.

According to Bernice, it is.

Well, I'll just ask him. He's sitting right here.

- We're at The Meat Up. - No. Don't.

Why don't you just try to keep him there as long as you can.

Yeah.

Sure, um, I'll pick it up at the store on the way from home.

All right? Okay, I'll see... I'll see you at the house.

That Mickey on the phone?

Yeah, yeah.

Sounds like maybe she wanted you to ask me something.

Yeah, wanted to know about, uh, those Bulgarians

trying to buy your house.

She wants to know if you got their names.

Huh. No.

- No names. - No?

You know, I never asked you.

Your daughter being sheriff and all.

You ever get her to look the other way on something?

- No. - So, a few years back,

when Fred was sheriff,

and Mickey and Fred

confiscated a bunch of my plants.

But they didn't touch any of yours.

I wasn't even speaking to my daughter two years ago.

And you know damn well there is no way I would

ever drop a dime to a badge.

No.

Just live under her roof.

Here's to Bill, our friend.

CASSIDY: Okay, I pulled everything that I could find

on Bill and Irv's properties.

Sure enough, there's an easement

establishing shared water rights.

When was it signed?

A month ago. Ink's still fresh.

William Wambach and Irving McCall.

Wait, wait, wait. Bill's legal name is Wilfred, not William.

Irv must have forged the signature.

Another?

No, I should go.

Yeah. Me too.

You got something to tell me, Irv?

You.

You did it, didn't you?

This is how it's gonna go.

Either I can call the sheriff

or you can get in my truck and we will drive in together.

You're gonna turn me over to the cops?

Yeah.

What the hell happened to you, Wes?

You killed our friend.

What the hell happened to you?

So what's it gonna be?

Okay. Uh...

All right.

I'll, uh, I'll drive. You... you get in.

I'm sorry, Wes.

Irv.

- It was Irv. - Get in.

Go.

* *

Dad.

- Dad, Boone and I'll handle it. -Like hell.

He's not even armed.

Hey! Hey!

I can't look at this...

this river without thinking of Connie.

Summer of '76. Us all down here,

fishing and boating.

You know what I'm gonna remember

about this river from this day forward?

Bill laying dead on the bank of it,

and I want to know why.

What's done is done. What does it matter now?

It matters because he was your friend.

For 40 years.

Yeah, that's right. 40 years.

He shook my hand. He told me we were gonna share the water.

I'm broke, Wes.

And all these damn cartels coming in here

and Big Pharma moving in,

growers like you and me? We're done.

- You did it for money. - Selling my land

is the only way that I can survive,

and I found a buyer willing to pay cash.

But Bill said, "No, no, no."

He... he wouldn't sign over the water rights.

"My deal's with you, not any of these new fellas."

He turned his back on me.

And you used it for target practice.

He gave me no choice.

- I got nothing, Wes. - You had a brother,

and you shot him in the back. That's what you had.

- I couldn't look him in the eye. - 'Cause you're a coward.

You always did keep that Colt under your seat.

Gun.

- Dad, move! - Drop the gun! Drop the gun! - No! No!

- Dad, get down! Move! - Drop the gun! - No!

No!

Remember me like I was.

- Drop the gun! - Irv! No!

Irv--

BERNICE: I don't believe it.

Irv was family.

He was broke.

He needed to sell. To leave Edgewater.

But why'd he have to go through my Bill?

So does-does that mean that Irv broke into my house?

Irv was at The Meat Up with my dad.

So was it the cartel?

We don't believe so.

So all those scare tactics--

the bullet in our mailbox, the shed catching fire--

who was that?

We don't know yet, but we're gonna keep looking.

* *

You're gonna need a smaller box.

You should see his house.

Shouldn't take more than an hour

to pack up the last two years of his life.

And that is so Nate.

He won't buy or do a single thing for himself

unless somebody makes him.

Oh, and Jason.

Jason was the same way.

Boone's partner Jason?

And Henry's dad.

We were together for 15 years.

Is he, uh, still down in Oakland?

In-in a way.

St. Mary's Cemetery.

- I'm so sorry. - No.

It's okay. He was dying for a long time.

Maybe since the day he got his badge, actually.

What you see on this job-- it is not normal.

No. It's not.

And then it just built up.

So he would have a beer

and then a vodka, a drink, and then a whole bottle.

Nate was his best friend, and we tried.

We tried to save him, but...

...there was just nothing we could do.

And Jason and I, we never got married. I mean,

what's a piece of paper, right?

But I couldn't touch his death benefits or his pension.

So Henry and I had nothing until Nate--

- Married you. - Yeah.

- He saved me. - Right.

He's always, always been there for me.

Even when he moved here.

How could I not know that about him?

He's ashamed, I think.

Nate feels like he failed Jason.

Everything he's ever done for me since Jason died

is him trying to make up for that.

But there's more there than just guilt, right?

I mean, you guys are together.

Uh, 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.

- -

Thanks.

- Thanks for coming. - Cass, uh,

listen, I'm so, so sorry about yesterday.

Pulling you into court-- it was out of line.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Remember when you and Mickey had me over for enchiladas?

The two of you were cooking. You ended up...

Oh, I almost sliced my finger off. Yeah.

Mickey wanted you to go to the hospital.

You didn't want to go.

Then you two started fighting about it.

She was being ridiculous.

I started feeling really uncomfortable.

And then Mickey said, well, maybe you'd be lucky

and the doctors would pull your head out of your ass

after they stitched up your finger.

And you started laughing so hard.

- Yeah. - And so did she, and...

and then so did I.

Still have a scar.

Yeah.

I wanted that.

I wanted a relationship that felt safe.

I'm not saying it was perfect.

Wh-Wh...

What are you saying?

It was real.

And after everything happened with Skye,

the fight that we had...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I realized I have two settings in relationships.

I'm either terrified or I'm hiding.

I don't know how to do "real" yet.

I want what you and Mickey had.

But I have a lot of work to do on myself first.

I'm sorry, Travis.

Cassidy.

Thank you.

Is now a good time for my exit interview?

Thinking we'll hit the road early tomorrow.

You know, I never thought, um, I'd become sheriff.

Never really wanted it.

Then Fred died, and it's like

I didn't want to let him down, you know?

- Mm. - So I put up a wall.

My job on one side and my life--

my mess-- on the other.

I know there are some people in this town

who think I don't belong in this office.

- Mickey... - Those people are idiots. I'm a damn good sheriff.

In part because of that wall.

I'm not a great sheriff.

Not as good as Fred was.

In part, also because of that wall.

So, if you have to go, I get it.

I wanted you to know that you have exceeded all of my...

...expectations.

And I'm terrified to see you go.

Because I cannot picture this place without you.

Mickey.

I made plans.

I know.

I know.

I get it.

I just wanted to tell you, because I think if I didn't,

I would regret it for a long time.

Wow.

Skye's been gone, what, two days?

- Look at us. - Uh-huh.

We gin up all this gloss, but we are...

We're nothing but animals.

No grace, no honor. Just...

a bunch of wild animals eating each other.

You okay?

I never thought I was one who needed fairy tales

told to me before I put my head to a pillow at night, but...

I just been telling myself stories all these years

about who we were,

how it was.

They're not fairy tales.

I was little, but I remember.

Potlucks at Bill and Bernice's.

Looking for sea glass on Moonstone Beach.

You said they were mermaid's tears.

Mom told me that.

That sounds like something she'd say.

Dad, what Irv did--

that was about him.

You created a community, a family.

Yeah, but...

everything's changed.

There's no going back.

* Thunder crack and... *

All right.

* While something else inside... *

Then move forward.

* Fourth of July... *

You drive me up the damn wall, Dad.

But you're still one of the good ones.

* On my own *

* Go it on my own *

* Go it on my own *

* Sand City bus *

* Kicking up dust, kicking up dust *

* Before the sun comes up *

What's on the agenda, boss?

* On my own *

* Sand City bus *

* Kicking up dust, kicking up dust *

You're six minutes late.

Okay.

* Before the sun comes up. *

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