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Previously on Sheriff Country...

A man came,

asking if we were interested
in selling the ranch.

- We said no.
- Dale!

It's one thing
to threaten ranchers,

but up here in Deadwater?

He's been embedded in Edgewater
for the DEA.

I wish I'd got a chance to...

Alec. That's my real name.

You stepped over the line.

The apartment.

- It's an employee bonus.
- For your niece?

- Save that for...
- For Rick?

He's just out of rehab.

Coloradans are
in the air as we speak.

Three million bucks on board.

You sure
you want to do this solo?

There's nothing those Coloradans

can pull
that I haven't seen before.

Mickey and I were chasing
one of the guys

who attacked Dale,

and he did leave us
a little present.

Three million bucks.

Okay, everyone,
after you get back

from hunting,

we'll gather here for lunch,

followed by skeet shooting
and cocktails

and then the boar roast tonight.
Any questions?

Uh, just one.
Do you want to come work for me?

Oh, no poaching, Larry.

- She's my executive assistant.
- And I'm assuming,

with the name Fraley,
she's also your lovely daughter?

Oh, Skye is my niece.

And a godsend.
I couldn't have pulled

this weekend
together without her.

And I, uh, couldn't have done it

- without Rick.
- Yes, of course.

My son is helping, too.

Uh, gentlemen, if you are ready,

let's go hunt some boar.

Bye. Enjoy.

Thank you.

Don't work so hard
to make me look good

in front of bad people.

They're not bad,
they're just rich.

It's the, uh, beer
and the ice you asked for, Skye.

Can I help you set up?

Thank you, Cal.
Uh, no, we've got it.

If you're all good here,
I'll head upstairs

- and fix that leaky sink.
- Thank you.

Oh, oh, Cal.

Um, we are going
to have a staff lunch

before the hunters get back.
You should join.

That's a first.

I'm gonna take
a wild guess and say

- that was your idea?
- Oh, well, everybody's,

you know, just been
working really hard,

and we've got
a lot of food, so...

Your mama raised you right.

What are you doing?

Relax, it's just a beer.

Rick, you just got out of rehab
like two weeks ago.

Wow, my mom's really
rubbing off on you.

You've got
her condescending stare nailed.

Rick.

How far a range
does this thing have?

Ah, that Ruger can hit a target

between a hundred
and 200 yards out.

For a skilled hunter, maybe 300.

And a novice like me?

That's, that's
what I'm here for, Larry.

By Monday, you'll be a pro.

I'm just happy to be out here.

This property is amazing.

This land has been
in our family since

before California was a state.

This tract of timber
actually built Edgewater.

Of course, times change,
which is why I'm so excited

to share our plans with you
and the other investors.

Boar tracks right there.

Oh.

See? There.

There, right there
in that thicket.

You see?

- I see him.
- Okay, find him in your sight.

Find him in your sight.

And brace yourself.

- Remember what I told you.
- Mm-hmm.

Take a deep breath, let it out

as you gently...
squeeze the trigger.

Oh, God.

I think you got him.

Oh, you got... Larry?

Oh, my God.

Larry?

Somebody help me!

Ooh.

Hey. Is that the last jalapeño?

Looks that way. Mm.

Lucky for you,
I'm in a sharing mood.

Gina's been polling the office
on how we should, uh, spend

the three million bucks
that we recovered.

I don't think the county auditor

is gonna approve massage chairs
for the break room.

I did not vote for that,
by the way.

But I do have an idea.

Oh, let me guess. Mm,

armored personnel carriers?

Uh, SWAT gear?

No, no, no, your
personal favorite:

rumble strips.

That's funny.

No, actually, um,
so, down in Oakland,

the sheriff's office...
we ran this sports program

for at-risk youth, and I think

something like that
could really work well here.

- That's a really great idea.
- Yeah?

You get the rest of the chips.

Thank you.

- You got any plans this weekend?
- Mm...

Mickey, Boone, you guys
are not gonna like this.

The county attorney just called.

The DEA is making a claim

on the $3 million
you confiscated.

- What?
- They say it's connected

to a case they've been working.

- You've got to be kidding.
- Typical Feds.

Wait, we confiscated
that money in the course

of our investigation.

According to California law,
it's ours.

Well, try telling them that.

I think I will.

I know someone in the DEA.

Who, that,
uh, undercover guy Dawson?

His real name is Alec Kane.

Maybe he'll help cut
through the bureaucratic BS.

Okay, well, make it quick.

I've got
a foosball table in my cart.

Gina, can someone cover
my shift this weekend?

Let me check the schedule.
Why, what's up?

So... Opening Day.
A's vs. Giants.

Two tickets
right behind home plate.

- Oh.
- Right?

Your favorite team
versus Mickey's favorite team.

And she's free this weekend.

- Are you gonna ask her?
- Maybe. As friends.

Well, I don't know if you know,

but San Francisco
is six hours away.

You guys might have to get
a hotel.

Come on, Gina, are you gonna

- help me out or not?
- All right.

Let me work my magic.

Looks a little shy
of $3 million.

Yeah, it's $1.2 million.

I, uh, dug up
every hidey-hole that I have.

I put most of my money
into the co-op, so...

- Wes, we all did that.
- No kidding.

"You gotta spend money to make
money." You said that.

I know what I said,
and I feel terrible about this.

Look, you all know me,
and you know

that I do not welch.

I lost this money, I'll,
I'll pay this money back.

I don't know how. I-I'll,
I'll put my land up for auction.

- And it ought to go quick.
- Well, not quick enough.

- Ow! Ah!
- Tanner, what the hell? - Wes, you okay?

Leave him be!

Million-two ain't gonna cut it.

And that said,
seeing how's you're not too good

at keeping track of money,
I'll hold on to this.

Tanner.

We've been friends a long time.

I can only protect
you for so long.

You get that money, Wes.

You get that money, Wes!

This is Agent Alec Kane.

I'm away from my desk
at the moment.

Please leave a message.

Hey, it's, uh, Mickey Fox. Um...

I know we haven't talked
for a while, but, um,

I could use your help
with something.

Call me back.

It's, uh, nice
to hear your voice.

Hey.

There's been a hunting
accident at the Fraley estate.

Someone's been killed.

Mom!

Mom.

Skye, honey.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I was over there.
I couldn't have shot Larry.

- I was facing the other way.
- I never even fired my gun.

I'll go talk to Miranda.

Mickey.

I can't believe this happened.

Can you walk me through it?

I-I was paired up with Larry.

I-I saw the boar
off in the bushes there,

so I raised my rifle
and I showed him how

- to line up the shot.
- Had he ever hunted before?

What about the other guests...

were they also
inexperienced hunters?

They weren't all inexperienced.

Yes, Larry was a beginner,
but I paired up

the experienced hunters
with the novices.

Had your guests been drinking?

We served Bloody Marys
with the eggs Benedict,

but it's not
like it was an open bar.

- Still, that's alcohol.
- So this is my fault now?

You handed out rifles

to intoxicated,
inexperienced hunters.

You-you see the problem,
right, Miranda?

Oh, my God,
you just can't resist.

Always so judgmental.

Ms. Fraley, we're just trying

- to piece together...
- Yeah, my friend is dead.

Shot right in front of me.

The last thing I need
right now is a lecture.

- Tell me about the rifles.
- 30-calibers.

We'll start testing
for gunpowder residue.

He was shot from the front.

Looks like the bullet entered
his body

from a high angle, right?

You know this property.

Are there hunting stands
over here?

Yeah. Yeah, there are a couple.

Come on.

This doesn't make sense.

Those rifles don't have
this kind of range.

Well, let's check it out anyway.

Flurries must have
covered all the tracks.

- You got anything?
- Oh, yeah.

Found something.

Looks like our shooter
was definitely up here.

And he had to leave in a hurry.

Notice anything?

45-caliber casing.

The hunting party
was using .30s.

I don't think
this was an accident, Mickey.

I think this was murder.

Hello. Hi. Thank you,
thanks for your patience.

We've just confirmed
that the bullet

that killed Mr. Norris

came from a different rifle
than the ones

you were using.
We may have some

follow-up questions,
but for now you're free to go.

So this wasn't an accident.

Someone wanted to kill Larry.

And this person's
still out there?

Yeah, uh, are we at risk here?

No, we don't believe so,

but as a precaution,

deputies will escort each of you

back to your hotels
or to the airport.

Hi, Miranda. Um, about earlier,

I... I didn't mean
to lecture you.

Clearly, this wasn't your fault.

You always assume
the worst about me, Mickey.

At this point,
I've come to expect it.

Excuse me? Can I help you?

Hey, Mickey.

Dawson.

I mean Alec.

I thought I would

- just stop in and sur...
- Oh, my God,

I did not recognize...

You go first.

- What?
- You.

Uh, the suit, no beard.

Ah.

The DEA has
a pretty strict dress code.

You don't like it?

I didn't say that.

I got your message.

Yes, my message.
Um, someone at your shop

is laying claim
to $3 million that we found

in an extortion investigation.

I'd rather not get into
a pissing contest with the DEA,

so, um, I was hoping
you could talk some sense

into whoever is behind this.

Yeah, so,

about that $3 million.

I'm afraid
I can't leave town without it.

You're the one trying
to take the money?

What makes you think
you have any right

- to money that we found?
- Mickey, that money

is directly related to a case

that we've been building
against some Colorado dealers.

These guys bought
three million bucks' worth

of illegal weed
here in Edgewater.

Their contact was a guerrilla
grower named Dale Hawkins.

That name ring a bell?

Dale Hawkins was assaulted
and left to die by someone

associated with
a land grab extortion plot

here in Edgewater.

Nothing to do
with your Colorado players.

So let me ask you.
The money that you found

was exactly $3 million, right?

That doesn't convince me
it's drug money.

So, how about I convince you
over dinner tonight?

No chance.

Well, then I'm sorry
that I have to pull rank

- on you...
- So don't.

But an armored truck will be

here tomorrow
to pick up the money

and transport it
to the DEA office

in San Francisco.

This is the largest seizure
this ECSO has ever had.

Due to our hard work.

You can't just waltz
in here and take it.

I'm afraid I just did, Mickey.

You can see yourself out.

Did you hear
about that poor fella

who was shot
at the Fraleys' yesterday?

It turns out it was no accident.

Poor guy was murdered.

Wes? Are you listening?

Yes, yes, I was listening.

Fraleys, murder,
no accident, uh...

Hey, what's the matter?

You seem stressed
about something.

Did somebody win the lottery?

Those are the choices

for the $3 million
that Mickey and Boone found.

Can you believe the DEA got
their grimy little mitts

all over it?
The nerve.

They're sending an armored truck
to pick it up tomorrow.

I saw your DEA friend leave.

Is he gonna help us out?

Hardly. He's the one
trying to take our money.

And that smug son of a bitch
is not my friend.

Copy that.

All right, where are we
with Larry Norris?

I spoke to his family,

business partners,
former colleagues.

Sounds like everybody
loved the guy.

Everybody's a saint
after they die.

Yeah, but this guy really was.

He gave a ton
of money to charity,

volunteered at his local church.

No enemies I could find.

Certainly no one
who would want him dead.

All right, so...

the killer was here
on the hunting stand

when he fired.

Boone, didn't Miranda say
that she took a step forward

right before the gunshot?

- If she hadn't done that...
- He'd have hit her instead.

Maybe Larry wasn't the target.

Miranda?

Let's send... flowers
to Larry's family.

I already did.

Of course you did.

Is Rick upstairs?

Yep.

How does he seem to you?
Honestly.

He'll be okay.

Promise me
you'll let me know if you think

- he's slipping.
- I will.

I've got a splitting headache.

Could you find
something for me to take?

My God.

Larry was shot by mistake?
They meant to kill me?

Why would someone
want to kill me?

Well, that's what
we're gonna find out.

Um, excuse me,
this is an active crime scene.

- Nobody touch anything.
- That's my fault.

I asked them to clean up.
There's glass everywhere.

Okay. Well,
we're almost done here.

It shouldn't be much longer.

Thanks, Cal.

Skye.

It's not safe for you here.

I-I want you to go home.

It's not safe for them either.

- Boone.
- Hey, Mick.

We've set up roadblocks
within a five-mile radius

of the Fraley estate.

We're checking
the surveillance footage.

So far, no luck,
but have you asked Miranda

if she's gotten offers
to sell her land?

You think this could be related
to the intimidation campaign?

The Fraley property
sits right in the middle

of all the owners who have been

pressured to sell.

I'll ask her.
I'll call you back.

Um, have you had
any offers on your land?

Any threats by anyone
pressuring you to sell?

Threats? No. Why?

There's this company
called Emerald Eden LLC.

They've been
snatching up the best

cannabis-producing land
in Edgewater,

and they're using
hardball tactics to get it.

- Sheriff.
- Excuse me.

Shell casings.
We found them at the tree line

200 yards from the house.

This is the same caliber
as the casings

we found in the hunting stand.

Miranda, can you think
of anyone at all

that would want to hurt you?
Anybody you've dealt with,

a business associate, a rival?

Just think.

Chuck Porter.

He's the head of
the local timber workers' union.

The man hates me. He barged
into my office last week.

Why?

I had to downgrade
the company's insurance plan.

It's just gotten so expensive.

His wife has M.S.

I know how hard that must be,

- but the names that man called me...
- All right,

we'll look into him.

In the meantime,
I want you and Rick

to stay at my house
until we catch whoever did this.

That's nice of you, Mickey,
but we'll stay at a hotel.

Miranda, I will put a deputy
outside my house.

It will be the safest place
in Edgewater.

Besides...

you guys are family.

Yeah, I'll, I'll stay, too.

It'll be like when we were kids.

We can watch scary movies.

Today wasn't scary enough?

All right, it's settled, then.

Grab your things,
I'll run you over.

Okay, I'll see you outside.

Chuck Porter?

You got a minute?

It's no secret how I feel
about Miranda Fraley,

but you've seen me shoot.

If I wanted her dead,
she'd be dead.

Besides,

I was working at the mill,
and I got

a hundred guys who vouch for me.

At least for now I do.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I'm not sure anyone
who works at Fraley Timber

will have a job for long.

Rumor has it, Miranda
is gonna close two mills.

Buyers have been coming in,

looking at the industrial saws,
the forklifts.

- And the kicker?
- Hmm.

They just changed the locks
on the management doors.

You ask me, they don't want

any pissed-off former employees

coming in to shoot up the place.

Here comes trouble.

Always.

How you doing, Rocky?

I'm better now that you're here.

- Mm-hmm.
- You only come around when you want

one of two things.

- Yeah.
- So which is it?

Sadly, it is the other.

- A job.
- Mm-hmm.

So, what'd you have in mind?

Hundred grand
to pop the same type lock

you've popped
at least a dozen times.

What do you say?

I say I don't think

my parole officer would approve.

Though I do have my eye on
a little spot down in Key West.

Mm. Make a hell of a down
payment with a hundred grand.

You get it.

Gonna adopt a couple of those

Ernest Hemingway six-toed cats.

I'm-I'm in a jam, Raquelle.

I need help.

That time in Fresno,

things got hairy

and you stood by me.

Whatever you need, I'm in.

Let's get you both settled in.

I'll be back.

I'm gonna go upstairs
and change.

Oh, hey.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Uh, I got your text.

Uh, heading up to the mountain.

I'd rather risk a cold than
a sleepover with the Fraleys.

Okay, but don't take
my good quilt.

- Here, take this one.
- No, this is...

It's a little mildewy,

so it needs to be
dry-cleaned anyway.

I-I'll take care of that
when I get back.

Be nice.

- I'm always nice.
- Yeah, right.

- Oh, hi, Miranda. Junior.
- Wes,

- it's been a long time.
- Yeah,

lot of water
under the bridge, huh?

Hey.

Look, I, um, I got to run,
so you be good.

Wait, let me show you.

- Do you remember her?
- What?

I know.

Oh, we have a deputy outside,

but let's not take any chances.

I didn't come empty-handed.

Uh, cab or sauvignon blanc?

It's not every day
someone tries to kill me. Twice.

Oh, or how about
we have some tea

- while we make dinner?
- My mom

can get as drunk as she wants.

I'm fine with it.

Uh, tea sounds good.

That was a great dinner,
Aunt Mickey.

- Thanks.
- Oh.

Miranda, the other day, um,

at The Meat Up,

I jumped down your throat.

I've been asking myself why...

and if I'm being honest,
I think I was jealous.

Jealous? Hmm.

For whatever reason?

Since I was a kid,
all I wanted to do

was to get out of Edgewater.

Don't get me wrong,
I love this town, but...

It's Edgewater.

Yeah, and,

uh, then I had Skye,

and I wanted her to get away.

Go to New York
or a cute college town.

And now she is getting away.

Thanks to you.

Um, you're giving her
all these experiences

and business trips, and...

I wanted to give her that.

You're her mom, Mickey.
I could never replace that.

I know.

And I'm grateful for everything
you're doing for her.

You've raised a great kid.

Skye doesn't need me.

She's going places
all on her own.

- Did you tell anyone you were here?
- No.

Miranda, put that away.

- I'm fully licensed.
- It doesn't matter.

You don't need a gun.
It's probably just my deputy

telling me he's on duty.
Wait here.

- Hey.
- What are you doing here?

How'd you get past my deputy?

Uh...

Look, I don't like
how we ended it earlier.

- I feel bad for having to take that money.
- You should.

So, called my deputy director

and I got her to approve
a law enforcement

partnership grant.
It's worth 500 grand.

I doubt your massage chairs
will get approved,

but maybe you can get
a few new cruisers

- out of it.
- What's the catch?

There's no catch.

Just...

I missed you.

And I'm only in town
for a few more days.

Can we please
not spend it fighting?

- I'd like that.
- Mickey.

Alec, uh, you remember
Lieutenant Boone?

Yeah. How's it going?

The man with the cuffs.

I can come back if you're busy.

Uh, Alec was just leaving.

I'll see you in the morning,

- Agent Kane.
- Yeah, yeah.

Hmm.

I didn't realize
that the DEA made house calls.

Is, uh... what'd you call him...

"that smug son of a bitch"
still keeping our money?

Yeah, let me worry about that.
How'd it go with Chuck Porter?

Porter's got an alibi.

He didn't try to kill Miranda,
but he did give me

a good reason
why somebody might want to.

Fraley Timber
is shutting down mills.

What?

- Are you sure?
- For now

it's just a rumor,
but Miranda's already

laid off 30 guys.
That, I confirmed.

Why didn't Miranda tell me this?

How the hell
did you get in here?

I'd like you to meet
a very special friend of mine.

This is Rocky,

the sexiest lockpick
on the West Coast.

How you doing?

Well, you've got
some brass balls, Wes.

What the hell is this?

Business opportunity.

Our $3 million will be leaving
the sheriff's office

tomorrow in an armored truck.

Rocky and I plan
on stealing it back

from those DEA sons of bitches.

But it'll be difficult
for the two of us.

This is where you come in.
Now, you can

convince the co-op to help,

or you let Tanner kill me.

Try to kill me.

But only one of those choices

is going to get you
your money back.

So this little thing's gonna
break into an armored truck?

- How?
- Shouldn't take much longer than it took

to crack your X900 Vault-Rex.

Nice choice, by the way.

Not many private homes
have a triple pin system.

Where's the damn money?

So what's the plan?

Is everything okay out there?

Yeah, um, Boone
spoke to Chuck Porter.

He was working during
the time of both shootings,

so we don't think he did it,
but he mentioned layoffs

and rumors of the mills closing.
Is that true?

The timber industry
has been in decline for years.

Fewer new homes are being built.

Paper business is a fraction
of what it used to be.

So it is true.

Yes, but what does that
have to do with anything?

Well, taking away
people's jobs...

that's motive, Miranda.

We offer a generous severance.

I-I've gone out of my way
to find odd jobs

for former employees.

Okay, but why didn't you
tell me any of this?

Because, Mickey...

four generations of Fraleys
have run the business.

To think that could end

on my watch...

that I could be
the one to lose everything

my family has worked for.

Okay.

Hey, you won't be.

If I know anything about you,

you'll make it work.

What are you doing, Rick?

What does it look like?

This isn't the answer, okay?

I-I know it's been
a really stressful time...

My mom basically dared me to
drink this by bringing it here.

Yeah, but you opened it.

- Take some accountability.
- Oh, please, I can't

with the therapy talk right now.

Okay.

Then just talk to me.

I'm never gonna have the support
system that you have.

My mom just...

outsources all my problems
to the highest bidder.

Well, maybe if you just
opened up to her...

You have no idea
what you're talking about.

You think you know her,
but you don't.

No.

You don't know me either.

What do you mean, Rick?

Nothing.

Just forget it.

Okay, look.

No one can do sobriety for you.

I definitely can't.

I'm still working
on my own, but...

I can do for you
what Bode did for me.

Come to the meetings with us
on Tuesdays and Fridays.

At Grace Church.

It helps.

Boone! Boone.

- What?
- Come here.

What?

Did you ask her?
I got Ted to cover your shift.

Maybe this isn't a good idea.

Boone, I know you like her.

- Shh.
- So stop pretending, at least around me.

Okay, fine. I like her.

Okay? She's, like...
perfect, okay?

But-but she's also my boss.

It's like a bear trap.
I get too close, I lose a limb.

Buddy, you're already
standing in the trap.

You might as well ask her out.

I think she'd say yes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What makes you say that?

Please. I've known Mickey
since she was a teenager.

She has a way of laughing

that only happens
when she's around you.

Ask her.

Y-You know, better yet,
tell her how you feel.

Hmm.

Hey.

I got a list of Fraley employees
who are also

registered Bushmaster
rifle owners, so...

Before we go through it,

I just wanted
to ask you something.

Or maybe tell you something.

Close the door.

There's something I've been
wanting to get off my chest.

You've picked up on it,

so it's nothing
you don't already know, um...

Alec and I had a thing

back when he was
an undercover agent.

Oh, Mickey, we don't have
to talk about this.

Uh, it was very casual
and uncomplicated.

Um, mostly, it was just
really, really good.

Um, but now he's back,
and suddenly

everything just feels very...

Complicated.

That's why you never date

somebody you work with, ever.

Just always blows up
in your face.

The DEA is here
to pick up our money.

You're giving them the money?

I met with the county attorney,
and he said the DEA

had a valid claim, so...

And thank you, Boone.

For what?

Talking through this stuff
with me.

I'm glad we have
that kind of friendship.

I'll take my shift back.

What happened? Did you ask her?

You should take your nephew
to the game. My plans changed.

At least you're a bandit
with good manners.

The better to rob you with,
my dear.

Are you sure your driver
doesn't need a police escort?

Nah. I'm sending one
of my best agents with him.

Well, I guess
this is goodbye again.

I'll probably stay in Edgewater
one more night.

Agent Kane.

Sheriff Fox.

Sorry, hon, I almost tapped you.

Hey, uh, what's the holdup?

Look, h-how long's
this gonna take? I-I don't,

I don't have all day.

Wh-What's going on here?

Come on!

She's in position.

Lord help us.

There are seven
Bushmaster rifle owners

who either work
at Fraley Timber now

or have in the last five years.

This guy was working
at Miranda's last night.

He wanted to fix the window.

Cal Webb.

He got laid off
after the mill burned down.

I guess Miranda's
throwing him some work.

Boone, Cal was there

when Miranda agreed
to stay at my house.

- So he'd know where to find her.
- Adam Six,

this is Sheriff One.
Report status.

Sheriff One, this is Adam Six.
All quiet.

Adam Six, be advised,
we have a new

person of interest in connection
with yesterday's shooting.

Cal Webb, white male,
approximately five-ten,

assumed to be
armed and dangerous.

Be on the lookout.

Copy that, Sheriff One.

His address is on file.
Find him.

I'm going to my house to sit
with Miranda just in case.

Come on, I-I'm gonna be late!

Sir, sir,
it'll just be a minute.

- There's a power line down. Please.
- How's that my problem?!

- Huh?
- You have to wait.

A minute. Okay, just one minute.

- You hear that?
- Go check it out.

I don't have time for this!

I don't have...

Ah, screw it, I'm going around.

- Sir! Sir!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- This guy's gonna hit us.
- Sir!

- You can't do that.
- Louder.

Calm down, sir.

- We'll get you through in just
a minute, okay? - Idiot.

- Calm down.
- I don't have time for this.

She's done.

Thanks for your patience.

About damn time.

All right, let's go.

- Boone.
- Hey, I'm at the Webbs' house.

He's not here, but his wife's
worried about him.

He's been laid off three times
in the last two years.

- She said he's not been himself lately.
- Copy.

Whitley.

Have you heard from Webb?

Whitley!

Are you okay?

He snuck up on me

and hit me
in the back of the head.

I think he went into your house.

- Please, let's talk!
- Shut up!

Everything out of your mouth
is a lie.

You've lied to all of us.
You're a lying, greedy bitch.

Who's that? Who's there?

- Who's there?
- This is Sheriff Mickey Fox.

- Put your weapon down.
- Stay where you are.

Miranda deserves this bullet,
not you.

Cal, I don't believe
you're a killer.

You're just hurting.

I'm a killer now!

I killed that man in the woods!

It's one thing to shoot a man
from a quarter mile off.

It's something else to look

a person in the eye
and pull the trigger.

That's why Miranda
is still alive.

That's why you didn't shoot
Deputy Whitley.

He didn't deserve it,
but she does.

Three times, I've had
to move my wife and kids.

Three times,
"Daddy's lost his job again."

While she throws parties
for her fancy friends!

They were investors!

I had to raise money

- to save the company.
- Shut up!

You shot Larry Norris
by mistake.

You can explain that
to your kids.

But you shoot two, three people,

then you're a killer.

You can't explain that away.

- Stay back, I'll shoot.
- No, you won't.

That Bushmaster
holds three rounds.

You're out.

Hand me your weapon.

Now.

Hands behind your back.

Cal, you want to shoot me, huh?
You want to kill me?

- Miranda, put the gun down.
- I have every right

to defend myself,
to defend my family.

We built Edgewater.

- What the hell did you ever build?
- Miranda!

- Mickey, move.
- This isn't self-defense,

it's murder.

Think of Rick.

Put down the gun.

Put it down.

Some day, huh?

Yeah.

Want to grab a beer?

Honestly, I'm fried.

Boo.

Well, rain check, then.

Yeah.

Mom, I'm gonna head out now.

Uh, taking Rick
to a meeting with Bode.

I'm proud of how you're
taking care of your cousin.

Thanks.

- Mmm.
- Um, Mom?

I don't like it
when bullets come close to you.

Oh. Okay.

Are you staying
at your place tonight?

Uh, yeah, uh,
and Grandpa called,

told me to tell you that
he's staying up on the mountain.

So you have
the place to yourself.

Do something fun.

Bye, Mom.

Hey. Wait your turn, ingrate.

Here is the $100,000
we agreed upon.

And here's a little bonus
for good behavior.

You know that little cottage
down in Key West

is good for strumming
your six-string, maybe...

something more.

Oh, as much as I want to,
I can't.

I got things keeping me here.

You know where I'll be.

- Here's your cut.
- Oh, nope.

This is my 1.2,
so you take the rest of it

and divide it up
amongst the crew.

Wait, what the hell you talking
about? They got their share.

The night that I lost
all this money,

I was face down in a ditch,
hunkered down.

I had Mickey and half
the cavalry on my tail.

I swore to myself
that if I somehow avoided

being arrested by my daughter,
that I would go straight.

I got to honor that.

So that's it. I'm out, JoAnne.

Wait, Wes Fox on the straight
and narrow?

- I don't believe it.
- Yeah, believe it or not,

but you can't say Wes Fox
didn't go out with a bang.

And if my estimation is correct,

those DEA agents are likely
rolling into San Fran

realizing that
they've been robbed,

ooh... right about now.

Alec Kane,

born in Tucson...

youngest of three.

It's weird to know this stuff.

Is it bad weird?

I didn't say that.

Come on, if my phone can wait...

It's my deputy director.

Director Santos, how are you?

What?

How is that even possible?

Yes, ma'am, I'll get into it.
My whole team.

I'll call in the troops
right now.

Alec?

What is it? What's wrong?

Someone stole that $3 million.

This town has no idea
what's coming.