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Previously on Sheriff Country...

You're a good cop, Boone. That's what I told

- the sheriff down in Oakland. - I'm calling

to officially offer you the job of chief deputy.

I need help with Skye.

I want you to move in with us.

My daughter's gonna spend the rest of her life

in jail if I don't find who killed Brandon.

Smith killed Brandon. There's no doubt about it.

I might not have broken the law, but I came pretty close.

Skye would still be facing a murder trial.

You're more like your old man than you want to admit.

- Welcome home. - Thanks, Mom.

What in the actual hell?

Damn it, Frank was supposed to keep you out of here. Frank?

We have to hit the road in a minute.

We just thought before we went...

Look, we asked the doctor to write down your kid's gender.

She sealed it in an envelope,

we took the envelope to a bakery.

Go on, open it.

You're a good guy.

You and Frank both.

Questionable decorators, but...

I don't wanna know.

You sure?

I know it's not like

celebrating with your friends and family, but...

We should get going.

It's a long drive out of Edgewater.

Yeah, go ahead, I need a sec.

Baby's kicking up a storm.

If I pop before this frickin' trial...

Get inside. Barricade the doors!

Can you not clean your gun at my table?

This is your gun.

Oh.

Thanks.

- Hey. - How was breakfast with Becca?

Is that Movie Palace Becca or Brew Barn Becca?

Brew Barn.

It was good. She, um, she's graduating college,

she's applying to grad school, and she just got engaged.

Well, good for Becca.

And I'm not doing any of that.

I'm going back to college.

Well, it's been a week since...

Since I beat a murder rap?

Hey, if that's how the lady wants to celebrate.

Yeah, besides, didn't you want me to go back to school?

I never said that.

No, you just oozed it out of every pore of your body.

Well, wish me luck convincing the dean

that I'm ready in 500 words or less.

Well, good news is

you'll have the house back to yourself.

You're leaving, too?

You asked me to move in to help with Skye.

And if Skye's not here, guess my work here is done.

I thought you liked being alone.

What's that supposed to mean?

Fox.

Uh, I'll be right there.

I'm gonna need that gun.

Hey, those two Marshals gonna be okay?

They're lucky they hit the remote start.

That bomb was rigged to detonate when

the engine turned on. If they'd been inside the car... whew.

Uh, she knows the crime scene is up here, right?

Her name is Valerie Fulton.

The injured men were her Witness Protection detail.

I got a call a couple of weeks ago from WITSEC.

They'll occasionally stash a witness in Edgewater

before trial.

It's not a bad place to disappear.

Valerie is set to testify in a murder trial in federal court

in San Francisco tomorrow.

The defendant's name is Demir Boz.

Oh, I know that name from when I was in Oakland.

- Gun trafficker. - Mm.

So Valerie's boyfriend ran a club

that Boz owned as a money laundering front.

The two of them got into a dispute

and Boz killed Valerie's boyfriend right in front of her.

She managed to get away, but...

He's gonna make sure she never testifies.

According to a WITSEC informant,

Boz hired a contract killer out of the East Coast

to come after Valerie.

He watched her from over there.

I found this, and fresh tire marks.

Oh.

She got lucky this time,

but now he knows he didn't finish the job.

Which means he's not done trying.

Valerie?

Val.

I'm Sheriff Fox, this is Deputy Boone.

I spoke to WITSEC this morning.

They feel Edgewater is no longer safe for you.

Gee, you think?

Unfortunately, the nearest WITSEC office

is six hours away.

So they've asked that I start your transport to San Francisco.

We're gonna take an unmarked car, civilian clothes.

They'll meet us halfway, we'll hand you off

so you can testify tomorrow.

You're kidding, right?

The guy that Boz just sent to kill me

just took out two Marshals.

Some small-town sheriff's supposed to keep me safe?

I should've gone to Mexico.

I'm never gonna take the stand. I'm... I'm dead.

Boy or girl?

I haven't opened it yet.

My family doesn't even know I'm pregnant.

I know what you must be going through.

I'm a mom, too. I promise you,

I will do everything I can to keep you and your baby safe.

You'll try.

You said a stolen ATV?

That's right, I need a copy of the police report

for the insurance.

No one respects property anymore.

Edgewater's going to hell in a handbasket.

On account of your boss.

Take a seat and I'll be right with you.

Boone and I have to step out for a few hours.

I'll explain later, but I want you to be in charge

- of the ECSO while we're gone. - Is everything okay?

You've never left me in charge before.

Yeah, everything's fine.

You're ready. You're gonna do great.

Right?

It'll be like you never left.

I guess this'll happen more often,

putting Cassidy in charge.

Once Boone leaves, you'll need a new number two.

Yeah, I guess.

Have you thought about asking him to stay?

Not this again. The man resigned, Gina.

- But yes. - Really?

- Oh, that's amazing. - I said I've thought about it.

I didn't say I was gonna do it.

I had damn good reasons for accepting his resignation.

Uh-huh.

Which he still hasn't taken responsibility for.

Uh-huh.

Get out of here, will you?

- You ready? - Yeah.

What are you hiding from her?

Someone just tried to kill me. I need to know who I can trust.

He just got a phone call he doesn't want you to know about.

I was gonna tell you when we got back.

But...

I took the Oakland job.

I'm leaving Edgewater.

Oh. That's...

C-Congrats.

When do you start?

We can talk about this later.

Or we can talk about it now.

I'm trusting you with my life, and my baby's.

I need to know that you're more focused on this job

than the next.

I start next week.

Oh, that's...

I'm happy for you.

Happy? I'd hate to hear angry.

I'd like to think I would have had a little more notice.

Well, you accepted my resignation.

- Am I not supposed to get a job? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You resigned?

Can't wait to hear this story.

Thank you. Thanks.

- Ready? - Let's roll.

Mm.

A pregnant woman in a confined space

with smelly food is a terrible combination.

Oh, ice chips?

My mom swore by ice chips.

Said it was the only thing that got her through her pregnancy.

I hate ice chips.

I prefer tea.

As in, what led to this resignation?

Burnout? Excessive force?

Exceeded your monthly donut allowance?

I could do this all day, you know.

It was a roadblock.

We were on a child abduction case.

The suspects were fleeing,

Mickey said not to put up a roadblock...

But you thought you knew better.

Well...

So what happened?

The suspects drove off a cliff.

A cliff?

The kids are all safe.

They're at their aunt's house now.

And they're doing great, actually.

I check in on 'em.

He also allowed himself to be put up for sheriff.

Ouch.

So, pretty much your basic gross insubordination.

Did you apologize?

I resigned.

That's not the same.

Did you apologize?

I'm sure Mickey would appreciate an apology.

No, I-I don't need an apology.

You get the sense he'd pull a stunt like that

when you hired him?

Oh, he was hired by the previous sheriff.

Oh, I see.

I get it.

You know, you want your guy in there,

and Boone's not your guy.

That's not it at all.

We were partners for two years. It's just...

You thought you knew him?

We're being followed.

Grandpa, can you keep it down? I'm trying to write my...

Oh, hi, Skye,

I'm glad you came down. I wanted to introduce you

to the OGs. The Original Growers.

Mitchell and Kurt.

I didn't know that you were in a band.

"Band" is an overstatement.

It was Wes's idea.

Being a grower can be lonely work.

So this was our way of getting together.

What can I say? I'm an innovator.

And a jackass.

Wes informed us he was moving back up to the mountain.

Couldn't pass up a chance to jam at the sheriff's house

before he shipped out.

Well, you do realize that if my mom finds a cushion

out of place, she will arrest you, right?

We don't leave a trace. And Mickey won't bust us.

She used to play with us when she was a kid.

Wait, Mickey as in my mom?

Yeah, playing with the OGs is a rite of passage, dear.

I think it's your turn.

Come on.

Sorry, Grandpa. I really need to write this essay.

Oh, come... You don't have to write...

Hey, you know what the problem with your generation is?

Your generation is in too damn big of a hurry

to get through life.

You think when I was your age,

that this is what I envisioned

that my life was gonna be?

Kinda. Yeah.

Look, it's just that, everyone I went to school with

is already ahead of me.

And if I don't nail this essay,

I'm gonna be even further behind.

And it's really stressing me out,

- and I can't write when I'm stressed. - Hey.

Stress. Stress. Music has always been

a stress reliever for you, ever since you was this big.

Wes is always bragging about what a great musician you are.

Yeah.

Now, come on. You're not gonna humiliate me

in front of these clowns, are ya?

Is that a Martin Dreadnought?

- It sure is. - All right.

Uh, "Branded Man."

You'll pick it up.

Sheriff One, Adam Two, copy a plate.

8-Tango-Tango-5-4-Zulu-3.

Copy that, Adam Two.

Will advise.

Why aren't you calling for backup?

Out here, backup would take 30 minutes, at least.

Great. Yeah, that's what I get for relying

on some backwater sheriff in some backwater town.

There are advantages to this "backwater town."

Like what? Imminent death?

Like, knowing everything there is to know about it.

My dad and I were all over these back roads

when we went hunting and fishing,

so I know some things that outsiders don't.

Like without a four-wheel drive,

there are some turns you just shouldn't take.

He's still coming!

- Mickey. - Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

He's smart. He knew he'd get stuck.

Adam Two, be advised

that license plate comes back as "not on file."

Dummy plates.

Our office confiscated your computer?

The dudes that I worked for swore they were legal growers.

Did you ask them for documentation?

I wasn't gonna ask questions. I needed cash.

Now I need a new gig and all my stuff's on that computer.

I just gotta get it back!

You got that report yet?

Sir, I'll be right with you.

I was here first. I pay your salary.

- You work for me. - Uh, excuse me,

I pay her salary, too. Wait your turn.

- I'm tired of waiting. - That's not my problem!

Sir, can you please sit down and I will get...

Jenna, what the hell are you doing?

Ma'am, you're not allowed back here.

Sorry. Is there a bathroom key?

Give me one sec and we'll get that for you.

Understaffed days are worse than the night shift

at Buns & Roses.

What a nightmare job that was.

Okay. Uh, Gina, can you give me a hand with something?

This guy needs a copy of an incident report.

Sorry, I don't have access to police reports.

Restroom key's on the hook.

You okay?

Yeah, baby's kicking. Just need a sec.

You know...

Still a hard no on the ice chips.

How do you think he tracked us?

Maybe he was watching the ECSO.

I don't know. Maybe it's something else.

It doesn't matter.

I'm so dead. I should have gone to Mexico.

Fortune cookie's a cute baby reveal.

Why don't you open it?

Thanks, but I don't need a reminder

how I'll be raising this baby alone.

I was a senior in high school when I got pregnant.

My classmates did not let me forget it.

The day I found out I was having a girl?

My cheekbones hurt, I was smiling so much.

No fortune cookie, though.

Just a call from good old Dr. Leo.

You got any names picked out?

Charlie, if it's a boy.

After his father.

He was a sweet guy.

And if it's a girl?

Rachel. After my mom.

She's indestructible.

68 years old and she beat breast cancer this year.

My brother and sister threw her this big party to celebrate.

Which I missed, obviously.

Hey, can we pull over? I gotta pee.

I don't think that's a great idea.

Clearly, you've never been pregnant.

Yeah, no joke, I've got a baby

the size of a beach ball pressing against my...

All right, all right. All right, all right.

Let's, uh, let's just make it quick.

What do you mean I can't get my computer back?

It's evidence in a police investigation.

Now, I need to call in to the investigating officer...

No, no, no, no. No! We're-we're sick of waiting.

You know what? I want your badge number.

Actually, sir, our records

show that we sent you that report two weeks ago.

- Two weeks ago? - Yes.

No. We never got it. Did we, Jenna?

See? Never got it.

Ma'am, are you recording me?

It's called the First Amendment. That's still a thing, right?

Cassidy?

I'm going on a coffee run. Do you want anything?

A coffee run?

Gina, I could really use your help here.

I told Mickey that I would take care of everything.

Actually, you said it would be like she never left.

Is that smoke?

Call Cal Fire!

We're clear.

All right, come on.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop. - What, what, what?

Look out!

Are you hit? Anyone hit? Val?

No, no.

Fire's out. We're all clear.

Man, I gotta tell you,

a fire in the sheriff's office ladies' room

was definitely not on my bingo card for first call of the day.

- Sorry, Perez. - Manny.

Manny. How the hell does a fire in a bathroom even happen?

- Is that...? - Matches. Yeah.

The fire was set.

Quick, somebody call the sheriff.

Actually, is, uh, Sheriff Fox here?

- Maybe I should just... - Mickey left me in charge.

Right.

For the last time ever, I'm sure.

You know, uh, Deputy Campbell...

- Cassidy. - Cassidy.

You know, a year ago...

I was wearing a prison uniform.

I can guarantee you that no one was thinking about giving me

any responsibility once I got out.

But I proved to myself that I deserved it.

Then I earned this uniform.

The next move is up to you.

Lock down the ECSO.

Are you sure?

Someone started this fire.

Until I find who did this, no one leaves.

All right.

Val's loaded up in the new vehicle

that arrived compliments of the local sheriff.

They find a bomb yet?

The bomb techs aren't here yet. But they will.

How the hell does he always know our location?

It's not a leak at WITSEC...

I haven't contacted them since we left.

The only other option...

Val?

Why would she tip off

the guy who's trying to kill her?

I don't know. Let's go find out.

Val, do you have any idea how this guy is tracking us?

Isn't figuring that out your job?

What are you looking at?

Where I should have gone in the first place.

Isla Mujeres.

Charlie and I were gonna go there after the baby was born.

A place where our past would never catch up to us.

You know, just because you move to a new place

doesn't mean you can leave your past behind.

Oh, yeah? So, why do you want to leave Edgewater?

Who said I want to leave Edgewater?

You didn't think she'd accept your resignation.

You thought, what, she'd just tear it up

and things would go back to normal

like nothing ever happened?

But that's not how life works, is it?

It's just like my mom always says, "You do something,

you gotta face the consequences."

And what does your mom say about your current situation?

"Get off the damn road."

I mean, she would say that.

The phone, Val.

- Phone? What phone? - Val.

Now.

I only was using it to text my mom.

They must've ghosted your mom's phone.

She gets a link from a number she doesn't recognize,

she clicks on it, now they're in her phone,

they've got your number, and they can track you from there.

I wanted her to know that I'm having a baby.

You're a mom. Imagine that your daughter moved away

and had a life, a child, that you didn't even know about.

Wouldn't you want to know?

♪ I'd like to hold my head up ♪

♪ And be proud of who I am ♪

♪ But they won't let my secret go untold ♪

♪ I paid the debt I owed 'em ♪

♪ But they're still not satisfied ♪

♪ Now I'm a branded man ♪

♪ Out in the cold ♪

♪ Now I'm a branded man ♪

♪ Out in the cold. ♪

All right.

Oh, God, oh, it's been a long time

since I played that many songs in a row.

You've gotten soft since moving to town,

but you weren't lying about Skye.

- She's a talent. - Oh, stop.

Must be her daddy's side.

Oh. You see, as the youngest and most attractive

of the OGs, I often find myself the punch line

of the jokes.

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

just a projection of their own envy.

How'd you guys end up in Edgewater?

When I was 18, I enlisted in the Army.

Served overseas.

Quit, hiked around, came across indica seeds in Afghanistan.

I sewed 'em into my jeans and they became the first plants

grown here in Edgewater.

- Wow. - Me, I studied medicine at Berkeley.

Never really did get my license, though.

Doesn't stop him from giving unsolicited

medical advice, though.

Life felt like a conveyor belt.

High school, college, job.

Saw people chewing themselves up,

living for other people's expectations, so I left.

I joined Kurt here and some others,

start a community where we could raise our kids,

grow a little weed.

Okay, a lot of weed.

- Grandpa, are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. Take this.

Take this.

Oh, my God, Grandpa!

- He's having a heart attack. - No, no, no,

it's, uh, whatchamacallit?

Tachycardia. You just need to get him into a cold shower.

- There's that medical advice. - Wait, are you sure

- we should move him? - It depends how bad

you want to keep him around.

We've done this before. He'll be fine.

We just got to get him in the shower.

Okay, come on.

You can't hold us against our will!

How much longer?

This is unconstitutional.

- You still sure about this? - Of course I'm sure.

This is ridiculous!

She asked me for the bathroom key.

Did you give it to anyone else?

Just Phone Girl.

Okay. I'll question them first.

How you gonna go at 'em?

The same way Mickey does.

She just shuts the hell up and lets people fill the silence.

She says it's the best way to get them to confess.

What's wrong with you guys?

Is this an interrogation?

Aren't you gonna ask me any questions?

Did you start the fire?

No...

but I know who did.

You. First you took my computer,

and now you're trying to frame me.

Relax, Wes! Pretend you're a polar bear.

Should we get him undressed?

I don't think my heart can take that.

Okay, I'm calling 911.

- No! - Don't!

I do not have insurance.

This is medicine on the mountain.

Do you realize how insane that sounds?

If it makes you feel any better, I'm almost a doctor.

See? What'd I tell you?

You all know my mom.

She's gonna kill me if she finds out I hid this from her.

Your mother knows about my condition.

But what she doesn't know is that I forgot to take my pills.

And she will kill me if she finds that out.

If this damn water doesn't kill me first.

Are we gonna ride in silence for the rest of the trip?

All right, I'll play DJ.

Val, you get the first song.

Don't care.

Hmm. Mickey?

Rumours.

You can't choose an entire album.

You know the rule.

That's when we were deputies on patrol.

- This is a road trip. - One song.

"Dreams"? "The Chain"?

- Ugh. - Who doesn't like Fleetwood Mac?

- Val, come on. - Come on.

I think I'm going into labor!

All right, thanks.

That was WITSEC. We made a plan for the handoff.

Tonight, the Long Ridge Motel.

- Any word on Val? - Doctor was examining her.

Look, if-if she gives birth here...

She's a sitting duck.

Well, at least we turned off her phone.

- The killer doesn't know she's here. - Yet.

Hey, Doc. Is there an update on five?

She's in a lot of pain.

Has the patient in room five gotten her ice chips yet?

Ice chips? She asked for ice chips?

Yeah. Why?

No sign of her.

She must've gotten to the parking lot.

She couldn't have gone far. Come on.

What were you gonna do? Waddle to Mexico?

I guess the Mickey Method only really works if you're Mickey.

You could try it again when you question the other lady.

I'm questioning myself right now.

- Just 'cause you can't solve... - Well, maybe lift the lockdown.

Send everyone home.

Anything to stop marinating in this heat.

We've been here forever.

Ma'am, you're under arrest for felony arson.

What? On what evidence?

After we process her, I'll be happy to answer your questions.

No, no, no. You'll answer my questions now!

- This way. - What did you do?!

What did you do?!

Jenna!

When did he start abusing you?

I'm making you a pill schedule.

You won't forget your beta blockers again.

I'm fine.

You worry about writing your essay.

Oh, I-I'm not writing my essay.

Hmm?

I'm not going back to college.

Maybe someday, but not now.

I do not need you around here to take care of me.

I got your mom to remind me when to take my damn pills.

I decided before that, Grandpa.

Hmm?

I've just, I've been in such a rush to get back on track.

But seeing you guys play,

hearing what you did at my age...

- Or didn't do. - Or didn't do.

It had me thinking...

I don't really know where I'm going.

I think I should take some time to figure that out.

Hell, maybe I'll stick around, too.

Give your mom a full house.

Look at us.

40 years age difference

and we're in the exact same damn spot,

can't figure out what the hell to do next.

Aren't you going legal?

Allegedly.

I-I understand why you're scared.

I get why you don't want to testify.

Even if I wanted to, I'll never take the stand.

I'll never be safe. And neither will my baby.

We worked it out with the Marshals.

You'll have an armed escort right into court, Val.

You'll take the stand, you put Boz away,

and while he's rotting in jail,

you'll get to see your mom again.

In person.

And introduce her to her grandchild.

Come on, open the box,

let's find out what you're having.

I told you, I don't need a reminder

how I'm doing this alone.

You're not doing it alone.

You and your baby have each other.

And there's going to be

plenty of other people that are gonna be there for you.

You may not know them yet.

I promise.

Come on.

Open the damn box already.

It's a girl.

Congratulations. Daughters are the best.

Son would've been good, too.

I'll... I'll never make it to the stand.

He found me in Edgewater.

He found my safe house. He got in my phone.

As long as he's out there, I'm dead.

The police report we mailed two weeks ago.

You hid it as an excuse to come in here today.

That was the plan,

but then he wouldn't let me out of his sight.

Which is why you went behind the counter.

You wanted to speak with me privately.

But he saw.

The-the bathroom was the first thing that popped into my head.

I didn't know what else to do, so I set the fire.

Jenna... will you lower your hood for me?

You're safe now, Jenna.

I don't know.

Did you see how mad he was?

I think he knows what I did.

It'll be a long road, I'm not gonna lie to you.

But trust me, you can do this.

You make it sound like it's nothing...

but how would you know?

The same way I should've known why a woman would wear a hoodie

on an 80-degree day.

♪ 'Cause I ♪

♪ Didn't feel your love... ♪

I know because I was you.

♪ To the rest of the world you look like a man ♪

♪ But I see a monster... ♪

I wanna talk to my wife!

Where is she? Where the hell is she?!

I missed the signs.

I was so focused on filling Mickey's shoes,

trying to do what she would do...

Kind of like what Mickey did with Fred.

Oh, yeah. Mickey's first couple years here?

Total disaster.

She couldn't even pull a police report without my help.

She tried to do everything

exactly the way Fred would do it.

And then finally, she figured out her way.

Use her skills. And then after that, she was on her way.

Uh, I thought you didn't have access to police reports.

Sometimes the best way to teach someone how to swim

is just throw 'em in the deep end.

That's also a pretty great way to drown.

I knew you weren't gonna drown.

And so did Mickey.

All right.

Okay. Get some rest.

The Feds will be here in an hour.

And we're just in the next room.

And don't open the door for anyone.

Okay.

Sheriff's department. Drop it!

- Drop the gun! - Don't even think about it.

Drop it now!

- We got him. - You were right.

My text led him right to us.

Pretty good plan for a small-town sheriff.

My mom texted back.

Sheriff Fox, Deputy Boone,

thanks for keeping our witness safe.

- Yeah. - You ready, Valerie? You're due in court.

It is okay. They have an armed escort waiting for you.

And a dozen Marshals to guard you at the trial.

Okay?

You two make a great team.

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

I don't really know what else to say, but...

Thank you.

For everything.

- Weirdly, I'm gonna miss her. - Yeah. Me, too.

And she's right about two things.

We do make a great team.

What's the other thing?

I never apologized.

For the roadblocks. For disregarding your orders.

For any of it.

I'm sorry, Mickey.

You locked down the ECSO?

The ECSO's never been locked down.

Yeah, um, about that, I got...

well, we got, it was a team effort...

We helped a woman get to an emergency shelter

and file a complaint against her husband.

So, yeah, um, you can reprimand me,

or never put me in charge again, but...

I stand by my decision.

Good work.

Just put an air freshener in the bathroom.

It reeks of smoke in there.

Grandpa, stop!

You're such a dork.

Hey, Mom.

We made breakfast.

Sit down. Both of you.

I think we're in trouble.

Oh, we're definitely in trouble.

Okay, um, I don't know how to say this, so...

I'm just gonna say it.

I don't think going to school is what you need right now.

I think being here with your family is what you need.

I know you think it's what I want,

but I don't want you to go to college just to make me happy.

And as far as what you said to me the other day...

Remind me?

That I like being alone.

Mm-hmm.

I don't.

I didn't just ask you to live here to help me with Skye.

We have a lot of lost time to make up for.

And I don't wanna argue about whose fault that is.

Obviously, it's him.

But I want us to try.

It's been really nice having you guys both at home.

And I'd like it to stay that way for a little while.

I-I'm convinced.

- Yeah, me, too. - Yeah, yeah.

- Really? - Yeah, sure.

You know, it's funny, isn't it?

Sometimes, when you really want something,

best way to get it is just to ask.

- Boone, get in here. - Yeah.

Hey.

My resignation letter?

You made a mistake, Boone.

And so did I,

when I accepted it. And letting you leave

Edgewater would be an even bigger mistake.

I know we've been through so much lately,

not all of it good, but...

I don't want to lose you.

I really appreciate that, Mickey.

But I'm still leaving.

What?

I mean, you said you didn't want to go. You said that.

- To Val. - And I don't.

But things are already in motion.

- I-I'm sorry, but... - But what?

And he's right over here.

- Thank you. - Nora.

Hi. I'm so sorry to disturb you at work, but, yeah,

you kind of forgot to put the key under the mat.

- Oh, yeah, I... - So I couldn't get in the house.

Yeah, let me introduce you.

Mickey, this is Nora. Nora drove up from Oakland

to help me move. Nora, this is Mickey.

Nate has told me about you.

I'm Nora Boone. It is so nice to meet you.

- Oh. Hi. - Hi.

Boone didn't tell me he had a sister.

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

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