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Previously on Sheriff Country...

I tried to do this, and I can't do it.

I can't be a cop's wife anymore. I'm so sorry. Bye.

I'm defending Enoch Barlow.

- It's either me or the case. - It's an ultimatum?

I murder someone, and they want to throw me a party?

You didn't murder anybody.

And if that's true, then why can't I sleep?

Whatever is going on with you, I don't think

you're ready to be back in the field.

You're on desk duty, answering calls, pulling files.

- Hello? - I knew your sister Zoey.

I was with her the night she disappeared.

I think we should talk.

- No, no. - No!

Please, please don't do this!

Dad? Mom? W-What's going on?

- Get to your room and call 911! - What about Mom?

I heard her screaming. Is she okay?

Lock the door, don't come... Aah!

- Sheriff's office! - Uh-huh.

These tissues are for you for when the Raiders

- destroy the 49ers. - Oh.

Um, did you bring your Xbox?

'Cause that's the only way that's gonna happen.

- Ooh! - Hey, get a bowl

for the chips.

Aw.

Gift for me? You shouldn't have.

No, it's for my friend for her birthday.

Oh, the dinner thing. Right.

At, uh, fancy place in Sonoma, right?

Mm-hmm. I'm not going.

I thought you were looking forward to that.

It's a couples thing.

I RSVP'd during the five minutes

that Travis and I were together, so...

Since when is Mickey Fox afraid of flying solo?

I am not afraid of flying solo.

I've been flying solo since I was divorced.

- Huh. - Dad, the game's on.

You going out? Wait, do you have a date?

I have plans.

Got to hand it to him.

- The old man's got game. - Unlike the Raiders.

Just a four-man rush.

Looking, looking.

Buying time. Throws...

- No. - Go, go, go, go!

- Oh! Oh! - No. No!

- Oh! Oh! - Into the end zone

- for the touchdown! - Oh!

- I can't listen to this. - Oh, ho, ho, ho!

Touchdown, Raiders!

Did you see that?

Oh, my God. That was incredible.

I think this dude is on Nora's fantasy team

and she's probably watching right now.

What?

- What? She's a huge Raiders fan. - Mm-hmm.

You're not over her.

It's okay. I get it. It's only been a couple weeks.

Not that you see me texting Travis.

And... here we go.

Look, some people are just needier than others, buddy.

- It's all right. - Mm-hmm.

Dispatch to Adam One. Respond.

Fox.

211 in progress, 278 Sycamore Lane.

Home invasion robbery. That's half a mile from here.

Sheriff's office.

Come out with your hands up.

Oh, my God. Oh, thank God you guys are here.

Are you the one who called 911? Anyone else in the house?

My-my... my parents.

- Are they okay? - Your dad's badly injured.

- The ambulance is on the way. - But what about my mom?

I heard her screaming.

What's your name?

- Paul. Paul Carson. - I'm Sheriff Mickey Fox.

- Can you tell me what happened? - We all had dinner together,

the three of us, and my parents started watching a movie,

so I came up here, and then I started

studying for my chem final, uh, but then

I heard my mom scream.

I ran to the stairs,

and I saw my dad.

- He was fighting with them. - Them?

- How many were there? - I'm not sure.

I-I didn't see 'em, but

then-then my dad told me to stay in my room, but...

maybe I should've...

helped him? May-Maybe I sh-I should've...

It's okay, Paul. You did the right thing.

- There's nobody else here. - Oh, my God.

They took her.

They took my mom.

We'll get an inventory of stolen items,

but right off the bat, Paul says his dad's car is missing.

So maybe they took the mom... uh, Carrie... in his vehicle.

I'll put out a BOLO and ask the neighbors

to check their Ring cams.

Maybe we get a glimpse of her abductors.

This could be the same crew as that home invasion

- in Sierra Verde last week. - Oh, maybe.

Kidnapping would be one hell of an escalation, though.

Poor kid.

He woke up this morning with two parents in a beautiful home,

and he ended the day standing in the middle of a crime scene.

I got to say, I was surprised when you called.

Uh, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.

Why's that?

I wasn't sure you was picking up

on all the little hints I was dropping. Hmm.

I know it's been a minute, but here's the way I see it.

All that uncomfortable, getting-to-know-each-other crap,

we don't got to worry about it. We know each other.

We got a history.

So we just... we relax, and we

enjoy each other's company.

But next time, I choose the joint.

'Cause, I mean, I love the Meat Up,

but not for a second date.

- You think this is a date? - Well...

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this is not a date.

Mm. What is it?

I have breast cancer.

You know what? They caught it early, and they say

that I'm gonna be fine, but I start chemo tomorrow,

and I need a ride.

It's round-trip to Eureka every three weeks.

Now, if you can't do it

- or you don't want to, then... - No, no, no, I can, yeah,

- no, no. I mean, yes, yes. - Okay, all right.

- Thank you. - I can. I will.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- But here's the thing. - What?

I don't want anyone, not even Mickey, to know.

I don't want

any fussing or emotional hoo-hah.

That's why I asked you, an unsentimental, old prick.

You got me there.

You-You're gonna be all right, though,

- right? - Yeah.

As soon as we start talking about something else,

I am gonna be fine.

When I saw you on TV, I-I thought

for a second you were Zoey.

You look like your sister.

I used to get that a lot.

But it's been 14 years since she disappeared,

so, not so much anymore.

So, you mentioned on the phone

that you think you're one of the last people to see Zoey?

I know the night that she vanished she went to a party.

Is that where you saw her?

We were... at a party,

but then Zoey asked me

to give her a ride to the Blood Moon Festival.

The Blood Moon Festival?

That wasn't in her missing persons file.

I know.

That's my fault.

I was still using at the time,

and I had an outstanding warrant for my arrest.

I didn't come forward to the police

because I didn't want to go to jail. I'm sorry.

Okay.

You took her to the festival.

Then what happened?

We hung out until they set the effigy on fire.

Then she blew me off.

That was the last time I saw her.

Then I saw you on TV the other night, and I thought to myself,

"She deserves to know.

Call her."

I'm glad you did.

All right, Carrie Carson's been missing for ten hours.

- Where are we at? - So, what if it wasn't a home invasion?

You got a theory?

Aside from the car, it turns out that the only thing stolen

from the Carsons' house was Carrie Carson.

So you think it's a straight-up kidnapping?

The husband, Charles, is a real estate developer.

You know this new mall out on Crandall? He built that.

- Oh. So, the family's got money? - Mm.

But there's been no ransom demand.

Yet.

Dry cleaner dropped off your dress, just in time

for your party.

- You own a dress? - Thanks, but I'm not going.

Why not? You were really looking forward to that.

Okay, Gina, we're a little busy right now.

Oh. Fine.

Stay at home by your lonesome every night.

It's none of my business.

But if you want me to make you a Blue Love profile,

I helped Boone set up his...

- A what? - Blue Love.

- A dating app for cops. - Oh.

I didn't come up with the name of it, okay?

- Mm-hmm. - I can set up

a profile for you, too.

- No, thanks. - Aw.

Fine. Just a reminder. I have a dentist appointment.

I will not be back after lunch.

- Thank you, Gina. - Sorry.

You let Gina set up

a Blue Love dating profile for you, huh?

You know the woman's been married four times.

I figured she was an expert.

Mm.

Did you accept any dates yet?

No one good so far.

Charles Carson just regained consciousness.

Let's go find out why somebody would want to kidnap his wife.

Mr. Carson, I'm glad to see you're doing better.

How's Carrie? Is she okay?

We don't know. Um, we're still trying to find her.

Oh, God. And Paul?

He's good. Uh, he's worried about his mom, but good,

- all things considered. - Thank God.

It's just-just so awful.

Please, when you find my wife,

Carrie...

can you go easy on her?

I know she didn't mean to do it.

Didn't mean to do what?

Attack me.

Isn't that why you're here?

- Why would your wife attack you? - That's just it.

I have no idea.

We were watching a movie.

C-Carrie said that she wasn't feeling well, that...

She seemed... I don't-I don't know, agitated.

So I went to go get her a glass of water,

and as soon as I came back,

she screamed, like she didn't know me,

and then, she just went off.

She-she started hitting me, and...

and-and throwing stuff at me.

And then... and then, the fire grate...

that thing weighs as much as she does.

Have you two been having marital problems?

No.

It wasn't an argument.

It was as if...

my wife was a different person,

like... like she was possessed.

Mr. Carson, uh, certain drugs, like methamphetamine,

can cause unprovoked aggression.

I mean, we see people do all kinds of really...

No, no. No way.

Not Carrie.

A glass of wine, a puff of weed

before she goes to sleep, sure, but...

hard drugs?

No, that's not her.

Has she ever been treated for mental illness?

No.

She's usually just...

calm and sweet.

So you're telling me that no one has seen her?

Our working theory was

that her abductors took off with her in the car.

But now it sounds like she drove off herself.

Oh, God.

Was it the station wagon?

I keep a gun in the glove compartment.

It's like

she had a psychotic break or something.

Yeah. I like your theory.

Meth, coke, some kind of stimulant.

Yeah, but he said she doesn't do drugs.

Well, that he knows of.

Spouses keep things from each other all the time.

You think you know somebody until you realize you don't.

Anyway, Carrie is violent and armed.

We have to find her before she hurts herself

or somebody else.

You're still riding the pine, Campbell?

Benched. Sucks for you.

Mickey's got me on this abduction case.

Thing's a... beast.

Well, I'm working the tip line, so, do you mind?

That's your sister's file.

You're looking into her disappearance?

I'm supposed to be on desk duty, so keep it down.

Got any leads?

I met with a witness last night.

He was with Zoey the night that she vanished.

He drove her to the Blood Moon Festival.

- Creepy. - Actually, he seemed nice.

No, I mean that festival.

We used to go when I was a kid.

Corn maze scarred me for life.

I'm going through the festival's old social media posts.

Hoping I can find a photo of Zoey.

Maybe it'll give me a clue.

What about the guy who gave her the ride?

- You look into him? - He's got some juvenile priors.

Nothing the last ten years.

He said he turned his life around. I believe him.

Well, if you need an extra pair of eyes.

I thought you were working the abduction case.

I am.

All right, fine. Mickey's got me working the tip line, too.

Look, I appreciate your offer, I do.

But she's my sister.

I got to do this on my own.

All right.

But if you do change your mind, you know where to find me.

- You mind country? - Yeah, it's fine.

I said country's fine.

All that auto-tune crap is not country.

No, them prissy pretty boys wouldn't know country music

if it come up and bit 'em in the behind.

Like Doc Watson's two-fingered picking style...

nobody can play like that anymore.

I mean, even if they knew what it was, they couldn't do it.

'Cause he adapted it

from Earl Scruggs' three-finger banjo roll,

and Earl took it from Snuffy Jenkins.

It's okay, Wes.

We don't need the radio.

In fact, we don't even need to talk.

- Oh, no. - What?

Mickey wants to know if I can come back

after my dentist appointment.

I should have come up with a better excuse.

How about cancer? That a pretty good one.

Look, you don't need the work worry.

You need to focus on your health.

I don't know why you're keeping this from Mickey,

because, for a woman, well, she's pretty unemotional.

That's a laugh.

- Remember when you had your heart thing? - Yeah.

She kept it together when you were around,

but let me tell you, she was a mess.

I'll park when we get there and come up.

- What-what floor? - Oh, no, not necessary. Just drop me off.

Well, that's silly.

Drop you off, go back to town,

only to turn around and come back? I'm not gonna...

Wes, I just asked for a ride.

If you can't handle that, I'll just Uber back.

- Cassidy, what's up? - We just got a call about

a woman playing bumper cars at the Meat Up parking lot.

- Deputies are en route. - Fine. Let them handle.

Boone and I are on the Carson case.

That's just it, Mickey.

The plates match the Carsons' car.

- Get back. Get back. Stay back. - Hey!

- My car. - Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, get back!

- Hey. - Carrie?

Ms. Carson, are you okay?

Carrie? You okay?

- Carrie? She's unresponsive. - Carrie?

- You try the doors? - Yeah.

- Carrie, are you okay? - No sign of the gun.

- Mr. Carson said it's in the glove box. - Carrie?

- Aah! No. - No, no.

Stay away from me!

It's okay... She's going for the gun.

Clear! Clear!

I got her. Carrie? Carrie, it's okay. Hey, hey.

It's okay. You're okay.

I'm here to help you. You're okay.

- No, no... - Come with me.

It's okay.

- Can you help her? - Careful. Careful.

Mickey! Boone!

We've got a situation in here.

What the hell did you put in the pancakes?!

Flour? Butter? It's the same recipe

- we always use. - That's a damn lie!

Joe, Joe, what's going on?

- They're trying to poison me! - Poison you? Are you out

- of your damn mind? - - Joe!

- What's in the pancakes?! - Hey.

Joe, stop!

- You okay? - Yeah.

Boone! Gun!

Boone! Boone!

Boone, clear.

You got to be kidding me.

Joe, this is your warning. Stay back.

I will shoot you.

Joe!

No, get off me!

Tim, Carl, hold him! Come on!

Hold his legs. Help hold him down.

Stop struggling!

We're good.

First Carrie Carson, and then him.

What is going on in this town?

You okay, Amber?

Joe was just sitting there,

his normal self, and then he lost it.

Chemical.

You sure?

Weed is the smell of my childhood.

Charles Carson said

that Carrie would smoke a little weed to help her sleep.

No, that can't be true.

I'd never hurt Charles.

You put him in the hospital, Carrie.

He will be okay, but he'll be in there

for a few more days.

- How is that even possible? - We're waiting

for the tox screen on some drugs

that were seized in a similar incident.

We suspect it has to do with the marijuana you smoked.

You did smoke marijuana that night, right?

I'm not sure I can... remember.

But even if I did, it's just weed.

In this case,

we think what you smoked was synthetic cannabis.

It's man-made. They take marijuana, or some other herb,

like mint, and then they spray it with chemicals

that you can buy online from China.

It's a very intense high.

But if you get a bad batch,

the users can experience paranoia,

hyper-aggression, abnormal strength.

Oh, God.

My son. I didn't hurt him, did I?

No, Paul is fine. He's staying at your neighbors'.

Listen, Carrie, we know that you didn't mean to do this,

that you're the victim here.

But if there is a batch of this stuff circulating,

it's very dangerous for Edgewater.

The weed that you smoked...

we need you to tell us where you got it.

Uh, I...

usually go to the dispensary, but...

Oh, no.

Mom?

Paul.

- I don't even smoke pot. - Paul's a great kid.

Straight A's, started his own lawn care business

to pay for college.

It's my fault.

I'm the one who found the joint in his laundry.

It was so stupid of me to take it.

Where'd you get the joint, Paul?

At a party. It was getting passed around.

You saw how this stuff affected your mom.

- We need you to tell us the truth. - That is the truth.

It was getting passed around and I didn't want to smoke it,

so I put it in my pocket and I forgot about it.

Believe me, if I knew my mom

would find it, I wouldn't have taken it.

All right, Paul.

If you remember any more details about where it came from

or who at that party gave it to you,

call us. You've seen what this can do.

We don't want anybody else to get hurt, do we?

They passed a joint

around at a party.

If that's the case,

how come we didn't get any more calls about teenagers

turning into rampaging Hulks?

People react differently to this stuff.

It doesn't make everyone crazy.

And joints do get passed around at parties.

And I raised a kid who was abusing drugs

and looked me right in the eye

and told me she wasn't.

Teenagers lie. They just do.

That must be so hard.

Going through life not trusting people?

I trust people.

- I do. - Okay.

Do not text and drive, please.

From Beth. "Can't wait to see you tonight."

Three exclamation points,

one heart emoji, one flamenco dancer.

I thought you weren't going to the birthday dinner.

I'm not. Just haven't let my friends know.

Because you still want to go.

Because I haven't had time to call my friends.

- Uh-huh. - Fine.

- I still want to go. - So, why don't you?

So maybe you go, maybe you feel a little awkward. Big deal.

Post-breakup, that's just where we're at.

We're just, we got to fly solo.

You talk a big game about flying solo,

but anytime there's a touchdown or a special moment

in your life, you reach for your phone to call or text Nora.

You haven't let her go yet.

That's why you haven't accepted any dates

from weird,

cop-obsessed women.

- Admit it. - Can we...

just go back to talking about the case?

Yes, please.

What are you doing? I told you to wait...

"Wait in the truck." Yeah, I know.

But you also know that I have an adverse reaction

to being told what to do.

Stopped by the newsstand 'cause, I'm not sure about you,

but I am very curious

as to how Harry and Meghan

are settling into life in Santa Barbara.

Wesley Taylor Fox.

Yep, that's my name, don't wear it out.

I was WTF before WTF was cool.

Oh, my God.

They're just like us.

Oh, my God. It's Zoey.

Wait, no.

It's another girl.

"Molly, we haven't seen you since Blood Moon.

Call and let us know you're okay. Emma."

This girl also went missing from the festival,

two years after Zoey disappeared.

- What are the odds? - In Edgewater?

Between the trimmigrants, seasonal workers and runaways...

pretty decent.

I don't know, Hank.

I mean, look at them.

They could be twins.

I bought the stuff online,

th-through a site called The Apothecary.

Y-You place an order, you get a DM

and then, the next day, a couple joints

show up at your door.

Look, I-I tried the stuff before, it-it was strong,

but it was nothing like this.

This Apothecary, did you ever get a name

or meet the person you bought it from?

Like I said, it was-it was all done through DMs.

Look, I feel so stupid

for trying something unregulated, but...

I have horrible back pain from being on my feet all day.

With all the taxes they charge at the dispensary, it...

it was too expensive.

I am so sorry, Mickey.

The deputy told me that you had to Tase me?

I guess I'm in big trouble, huh?

Go home, Joe. Hug your family.

Next time, take aspirin for that back pain.

I'll call if I learn anything. Thanks so much.

Hank. The other missing girl...

Molly Simpson... that was her friend, Emma.

The one who posted.

She and Molly grew up in Ohio,

moved out together to work on a grow.

Emma hasn't seen or heard from her in years.

Did Molly's family report her missing?

She didn't have much family.

Her dad is in jail, her mom has substance issues.

When Molly went missing, Emma called our station,

spoke to a deputy and never heard back.

It was like Molly just fell through the cracks.

I want to pull every file.

Anyone who was reported missing

around the Blood Moon Festival for, like, the last 20 years.

Well, those'll be at the off-site archives.

- I'll go. - No. I'll do it.

You are on desk duty, remember?

Hank, don't fight me on this.

- Zoey was my... - Your sister. I know.

So, why won't you let me help you?

Why are you so dead set on doing this alone?

Because for the last 14 years, I did nothing.

And as soon as I start digging,

I get a lead.

I get another missing girl.

The clues were there, Hank.

Right there.

You were a kid when your sister went missing.

There was nothing you could have done.

But you're doing something now.

And nobody solves a case by themselves.

Let me help you, Cassidy.

Okay.

Okay, well, if anybody asks, I'm on my lunch break.

You know, I feel well enough

- to go back to work. - No, no, no, no, no.

- You stay right here in the truck. - Oh, like you did.

Do as I say, not as I do.

The only reason I'm not

taking you directly home is that Mickey texted.

She needs to talk to me. It's some emergency.

- What emergency? - Stay.

I went to the Apothecary website.

- It's been taken down. - They're probably lying low.

They realized that their stuff is making people sick.

What in the living hell is going on around here?

We've got a bad batch of synthetic weed on the street.

Ha! Government wants to regulate every seed and stem

of the natural stuff I grow, but they let that poison

be sold in convenience stores.

This is not 7-Eleven stuff.

This is way more dangerous.

Dad, you know what's moving through town.

Have you heard of an online store called The Apothecary?

Mm-mmm.

Oh, the Apothecary... there was a dealer

I knew back in the day who went by that name.

Word was he was a legit chemist who got fired by Big Pharma.

But I'm pretty sure he's not in the business anymore.

Well, maybe he changed his business model.

Do you remember his name?

Uh, Kifner. Lewis Kifner.

But he's got to be, like, 80

- by now. - Eh, doesn't sound like a guy

who'd be selling synthetic weed on social.

That's the only lead we've got. Let's check it out. Thanks, Dad.

- Yeah. - Of all days for Gina to be gone.

Oh, you look worse than when I left.

Hmm. You always knew how to sweet-talk a girl.

I don't know why you don't tell Mickey, Gina.

Wes,

I picked you to drive

because I didn't think you'd fuss,

and here you are, fussing.

Yeah, but if you'd just give me a reason

- as to why you're being so... - Fine.

You want a reason? Here's a reason.

I'm 60 years old, I'm not married, I don't have kids,

I'm not speaking to my sister, and after my best friend Carole

up and died on me last year,

I don't have anyone that I'm close enough

to go through this with.

So I had to call you, whose sorry ass I dumped years ago.

And now you're annoying the hell out of me

with your worries and your fears,

two things I didn't think you were capable of.

Wow. Uh...

I am scared.

I'm scared for you.

I'm scared for myself. I got this heart trouble

and-and...

I'm scared of growing old...

'cause I never thought I would.

Age does all sorts of things to worry and...

Look, I know that that's nothing

compared to what you're going through, but...

When you asked me to...

to be there for you, to help, I...

I realized you were

c-counting on me.

I've never been someone that anyone could count on.

I want to be there for you, um,

if you'll let me.

I can try.

All right.

- Sorry. - No, no, no, no, it's okay.

It's okay. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

No, it's-it's okay.

Always hated this hat.

Look, I'm gonna get you home,

'cause I have just the thing for that nausea.

Every person reported missing around the time

of the Blood Moon Festival going back 20 years.

This synthetic weed thing is crazy.

I have to stay on task,

but maybe tonight I can start going through them.

I could stick around after my shift. Split it up.

Okay.

And thanks.

So, this was Lewis Kifner's last known address.

Sheriff's office.

Huh.

Look at this.

Huh.

Hey.

- How's your Mandarin? - My Cantonese is better.

See, that was a trick question, because written Chinese

is characters, not an alphabet, so it doesn't matter.

- I'm gonna say we found our guy. - Mm.

Get out of my barn!

Wait, wait.

I don't think he can see. He's half blind.

You go around.

Don't-don't shoot!

Edgewater Sheriff's Office.

- No one is gonna shoot you. - The way you came out

blasting that shotgun, you're lucky

you didn't get shot.

You got any other weapons on you?

No.

We need to ask you about the chemicals in your barn.

Chemicals? What are you talking about?

You don't sell drugs

under the name The Apothecary?

Oh, sure. During the Reagan administration.

Hell, with my eyes,

I can barely take care of my own yard.

You have somebody that helps you, don't you?

Yeah. Local boy. Good kid.

He tolerates my stories about my, uh, outlaw days.

Sometimes I help him with his chemistry homework.

As far as I can tell, he...

he does good work. You tell me.

Yeah, he does a good job, all right.

We met one of your clients today.

Mr. Kifner. Retired chemist?

He said he helps you with your homework from time to time?

He also told us he shared with you his stories

from when he used to sell cannabis

under the name The Apothecary.

You want to share anything with us, Paul,

or should we just get a search warrant

to check your bank accounts and your online order history?

- I'm sorry, what's this about? - If we do,

we're gonna find that you ordered chemicals from China

that are currently in Lewis Kifner's barn, aren't we?

Wait, are you saying? Paul?

Please tell me you had nothing to do with this.

I...

I was only messing around.

It's really just a chemistry problem.

Only, this chemistry problem got me invited to parties.

Like ones I never got invited to before.

You started selling the stuff online,

under the name that you heard from Kifner's old stories.

Last few weeks, totally picked up.

I started making a lot of money.

But people wanted to get even higher...

so I pushed the envelope.

I never meant to hurt anyone.

- Especially you and Dad. - Paul...

your father could have died.

I could've killed someone.

You did this all so you could get invited to parties?

Don't you get it?

All the pressure that you and Dad put me under,

to take all APs, be valedictorian,

get into an Ivy.

I had no friends, Mom.

- Zero. - Hey. Paul?

You're facing some serious charges here.

But you can start to make it right

by giving me your client list

so I can get this stuff off the streets

before more people get hurt.

Oh.

Hey, contacted everybody on Paul's list.

Edgewater should be a lot quieter tonight.

Thank God. I'm exhausted.

I'm gonna head home.

All right.

Don't forget your dress.

These friends... you know, we were a tight-knit group.

Our kids grew up together,

and with me being such a young mom,

I felt so isolated.

These women were my lifeline.

We did everything together, including the husbands.

And then, um, Travis and I got divorced.

It changed the whole dynamic.

I mean, I still hung out with the moms,

and when they did things as a group,

you know, they still invited me, but

it just made me feel like a failure.

You know, their marriages had all worked out, somehow...

and mine didn't.

Over time, I just stopped hanging out with them.

I didn't realize how much I miss them.

And then they invited you to this... this birthday party.

Yeah, I told them that Travis and I were back together.

They were so excited.

And now he's gone, and if...

I walk in there alone,

I have to admit to being a failure all over again.

And it's a reminder

of everything I lost...

again.

You may feel like a failure,

but nobody thinks of you that way.

And your friends clearly want to see you,

or they wouldn't keep asking you.

Think about it.

Good night, Boone.

Mm.

Hmm.

Are you guys high?

Dave's not here, man.

We're not high.

- We're baked. - Mm-hmm.

So, you not only thought it was okay

to eat all of my ice cream,

you had Gina fake a dentist appointment

so you guys can smoke pot in my house.

Oh.

Oh.

You are gonna feel so bad when you hear

that I have breast cancer.

Gina, I'm so sorry.

- Are you okay? - See?

What did I say?

I don't want your sympathy.

The only reason I told you is because I don't want you

- to give your dad a hard time. - Yeah.

Because he was my ride or die for my first treatment today.

And after I barfed in his hat,

he knew just how to treat my noh-jah.

Nausea. Naw-sah.

- Sick. - Blah.

Are you nauseous, too?

I have a rumbly in my tumbly.

Ah. Ah.

You're gonna focus on your health.

Take as much time as you need off work, okay?

Oh, hell no, Mickey.

I am gonna be fine.

Oh, beautiful dress.

It's such a shame it has to go back into your closet.

Actually, I'm gonna go put it on so that I'm not late.

I thought you decided not to go.

What made you change your mind?

A friend talked me into it.

Mm.

Mickey, you look amazing.

Dad, are you crying?

No. No, it's weed.

Makes my eyes red.

Boone.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Um...

I-I thought,

if you didn't want to go to the party alone,

that I'd be your... your plus-one.

But I see that you're...

uh, you're good to go, so...

Well... Good for... That's...

Wait.

The food at this place is supposed to be really good.

And I'd love for you to meet my friends.

Yeah, sure. Okay.

Oh!

Let me, uh...

Let me get a picture.

You didn't get one for your prom.

I didn't go to my prom, Dad. I was eight months pregnant.

Okay. That's enough. We're good.

- Hey, you have her home by 10:00, all right? - Oh.

Don't make me come looking for you.

Thanks. Good night.

Let's do it.

Nine girls.

Trimmigrants.

Homeless.

Sex worker.

Juvenile delinquent.

All marginalized,

all went missing

around the time of the Blood Moon Festival.

And this year's festival's two weeks away.

You going to Mickey with this?

Not until I have more than just a hunch.

But you do have more than a hunch.

I think this guy targeted girls who he knew

no one would notice if they went missing.

This guy?

I think Edgewater has a serial killer on its hands.

Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm.

This might be the best thing I've ever tasted.

Oh, my God. Amazing.

Look, don't get me wrong.

It was so nice to meet your friends.

It was super fun,

but what was up with the food?

- The portions were, like... - Oh, yeah, stop it. Yeah.

Yes. And do not ever let me eat anything

with the word "foam" in the title again.

Oh.

Is that the sound of Blue Love?

Yes.

- Yeah, I finally accepted a date. - Oh.

- Mm-hmm. - Come on. I want to see.

No, no, no. With your greasy fingers.

Come on.

Oh. Oh. She's pretty.

Why do you sound surprised?

What does the handcuff icon do?

No, no, no!

Oh, my God.