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Previously
on Sheriff Country...

You drive me
up the damn wall, Dad.

You're still one
of the good ones.

SKYE:
My mom is going

to make you leave
if she finds out

that you're still growing
illegally.

I don't want that.

The hell am I doing this for?

For me. And for Skye.

-I need you to stay the course.
-All right.

We're gonna protect our garden
against all comers.

-I'm in.
-GROWER: This ain't legal.

If you start moving product
in the dark,

we'll be outlaws.

You're damn right we will.

Aunt Miranda.

You are really talented, Skye.
Come work for me.

Aunt Miranda offered me a job,
and I've decided to say yes.

Gina told me Nora left.

She told me
about you and Travis.

Is there something wrong
with us?

-Obviously.
-Here's to tomorrow.

♪ ♪

BOONE:
Deputies pursuing
unknown suspect on foot.

DEPUTY 1:
Hold up!

-DEPUTY 2: Get anything?
-DEPUTY 1: Go, go!

MICKEY:
He's got to be close.

(panting)

-He went this way.
-You sure?

(panting)

No.

(indistinct radio transmission)

-(twig snaps)
-DEPUTY: This way.

BOONE:
Over there.

DEPUTY:
Hey.

BOONE:
Hear that? Over here.

I got him, I got him.

(indistinct police transmission)

I don't got him.

We're not leaving till we
catch this son of a bitch.

Let's double back
towards the car.

Maybe we'll get lucky
and he went that way.

(panting quietly)

WES:
All right!

Big picture on our weed sales--

indica is up 20%

and sativa's doing even better.

Oh, and our customer feedback
forms

have informed us that Luna's
apple fritter hybrid continues

-to be a fan favorite.
-You're welcome, everyone.

Okay, just tell us
the number already.

(chuckles)
Tanner's antsy. All right.

Okay, and the number is...

(drumming rapidly)

...two million in sales.

(exclaiming, laughing)

MAMA JOE:
Not bad

for a couple months' work.

It's the economy of scale.

See, we're no longer
lone monkeys in the marketplace.

We are now King freaking Kong.

And no robberies
since we started the co-op.

Anyone who messes with one of us

messes with all of us.

We still on schedule
for tomorrow?

Yeah, the Coloradans are
in the air as we speak.

Private jet,
three million bucks on board.

Biggest deal yet,
thanks to me and Dale.

Where is your smarter half?

Supposed to have been here
an hour ago.

I tried calling him,
but he hasn't answered.

The man has a third of our weed.

You guys are meeting
the Coloradans tonight.

Leave the heavy lifting
to us, old man.

"Old man"?

(chuckles):
Whoa.

Look, the banty rooster's

getting his cock-a-doodle-doodle
on.

If I'm not worried,
you don't need to be.

Where the hell are you going?

Going to find Dale.

This is our deal.

Me and Dale's.

Yeah. Well,
you dropped the ball.

So step off.

Hey, cut the crap, both of you.

You've always done things
your way.

You're part of a crew now, Wes.

One for all, right?

Right?

Yeah. One for all.

Kid can come along.

I got a booster seat
in my truck.

Yeah, right next
to your wheelchair.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

-(chuckles)
-♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

-(giggling)
-♪ Happy birthday. ♪

-My 24-year-old.
-Oh.

-Thanks, Mom.
-Oh, my God.

-We're all set for your
birthday dinner tomorrow night.
-Mm-hmm.

Cheesy chicken casserole,

blueberry pie.

-Ah, my favorite.
-You still haven't told me

what you want
for your birthday yet.

I'm jealous of the gift
Grandpa got you.

I don't think I can beat it.

Actually, I...

think you might have a shot.

Could I get your signature?

My signature?

I need you to cosign something.

The lease to my new apartment.
Check it out.

-Your new apartment.
-Mm-hmm.

I spoke to Dad, and he thinks
I should go for it.

And the rent's super reasonable.

Looks like it's been
on the market for a few months.

Might be something wrong
with it.

And reasonable for whom?

-Can you afford that?
-Okay, Mom,

can you just try
to not be negative

about this?
Since I've starting working

for Aunt Miranda,

I'm making good money.

So get her to cosign.

Oh. Yeah, I mean,
I guess I could ask her.

No. Uh, I'll-- I-I'll do it.

I'll-I'll sign. Um, I just want
to look at it first.

Fine. Can we go today?

Today's gonna be hard.
How about tomorrow?

No, Mom, please,
it could be gone tomorrow.

I seriously doubt it.

(sighs)

Happy birthday, angel.

It's gonna be weird
not having you in the house.

Yeah. Don't worry.

Grandpa's not going anywhere.

(vehicle approaching)

Dale!

He never leaves his gate open.

Dale!

-Where's his dogs at?
-Dale!

His truck's here.

Tommy?

Tommy.

Tommy, it's Wes Fox.
Where's your--

where's your dad?
What happened?

It was two guys.

They came out of nowhere.

I think they took my dad.

TANNER:
Did they take the weed?

-Where's the weed?!
-Do not move him.

Tommy, you stay still,
all right?

We're gonna get help.

All right, um...

-Don't try to get up.
-Okay.

WES:
You're gonna be okay, all right?

We're gonna take care
of things...

The weed's still here!

-Don't move.
-Okay.

(gun cocks)

Who kidnaps somebody

and leaves a million dollars'
worth of product behind?

I don't know. I mean...
(stammers)

Until we find out who,
Colorado deal's off.

-That ain't your call.
-Don't be an idiot.

-For all we know,
this is a setup.
-Are you getting

soft on us, Wessie boy?
It's called taking a risk.

Cut out the tough guy talk!

We got to get the kid
to a hospital.

Look, if you want
to be a nurse, go ahead.

But I'm not about to walk away
from three million bucks.

Okay, all right,
look, here's the deal.

I am gonna take Dale's truck.

I will take it
to the bottom of the mountain

and I will offload the product.

You will call 911.

You will get an ambulance.

No, no, no.
Deal with the cops? No.

I'll-I'll-I'll just drive
the kid.

What if he dies on the way?

You prepared
to answer those questions?

-Then get out of my way.
-Fine, fine, okay.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

Um...

Sheriff thinks I'm legal.

So when she shows up,

I was never here.

We're out of the good coffee,
so this'll have to do.

I didn't know
we had good coffee.

We don't.

It's on a sliding scale.

-What's that?
-It's for Skye's birthday.

I'm making her a scrapbook.

Oh, my God, you look so young.

Not that you still don't.

(chuckles):
Very smooth.

We're having a--

Well, you probably have plans,

but we're having
a little birthday dinner

for Skye tomorrow night.

Um, you should come.

It's just family.

And friends also.

GINA:
I'll be there.

Wouldn't be a party
without you, Gina.

So what do you say?

Great. I was supposed to go
to karaoke tomorrow night.

So now I have an excuse
to blow it off.

Not crazy about your date?

Not crazy about karaoke.

Every woman you date,

you find something wrong
with her.

I think you're being too picky.

That's not it at all. I...

I'm just looking for someone
who shares my interests--

hiking, target shooting,
football.

And she has to have
a sense of humor.

So you're basically looking
for you

but with a sense of humor.

Uh, you know, before I forget,

can you pick up
some gift wrapping paper?

You bet.

BOONE:
And can you stop by Costco?

We're out of the good coffee.

Anything else?

I was-- I'm s...

(phone buzzing)

245 PC, felony assault

at the Hawkins farm
out on Decatur Road.

That's Dale's place.

(indistinct radio transmission)

BOONE:
All right, thanks, Tanner.

According to Tanner,

Tommy told him it was two guys.

Then he blacked out.
No idea where Dale is.

-(siren wailing)
-All right, let's start at
the house. We'll search there.

BOONE:
What are you thinking?
Rival grower?

MICKEY:
Dale's the biggest black market
cultivator on the mountain.

You take him on, he's gonna
hit you back twice as hard.

So maybe the cartels?

The Bulgarians have been
throwing their weight around.

Yeah. They are brutal.

And fearless.

-What?
-Nothing.

I thought I saw something.

Dale!

Oh, my God.

(panting)

Dale.

Dale.

Check his pulse.

He's alive but barely.

Boone.

♪ ♪

Do you remember
that sign that was left

on Bernice Wambach's house?

"Time to sell."

Yeah, it's one thing
to threaten ranchers.

They're
generally peace-loving folks.

But up here in Deadwater?

Pretty ballsy move.

All right, so Tanner said that
Dale was attacked by two guys.

Tommy and Dale live
in this house alone

since Dale's wife died.

There's Tommy's Jeep.

-Where's Dale's truck?
-Well,

looks like it was parked right
here next to Tommy's, right?

One of the suspects
must have taken Dale's truck

and the other one just left in
whatever vehicle they came in.

I'll put out a BOLO
on Dale's truck.

All right.
Limit it to internal channels.

I don't want whoever's driving
that truck to know

we're looking for them.

Are Dale and Tommy
gonna make it?

The doctors are gonna give me

an update. I'll let you guys
know what I hear.

We think that this is
about Dale's property.

Do you know if Dale got
any offers recently?

Or maybe some of you guys did?

(murmuring)

A few folks got some offers.

Luna.

She's trying to help, Tanner.

What kind of offers?

BROWNIE:
Good offers.

Five or six times
what the land is worth.

But Deadwater's our home, so...

no one took the bait.

Except Dale.

He got a phone call.

Some guy saying he wanted
to buy the place.

So Dale played along.

But he was pretty much screwing
with the guy.

Seeing how high
he was willing to go.

Oh. So once Dale
didn't sell the land,

they did this to him.

All right, last question.

Did Dale or anyone
who received offers,

did they ever meet
the prospective buyer?

It was always over the phone.

I wish I could tell you more.

No, that was helpful.

Thank you.

-That's odd.
-What's odd?

Luna is a legal grower.

What is she doing hanging out
with Dale and this crowd?

Every single one of those guys
has done hard time.

BOONE:
I've been doing some digging.

Red pins are the folks

who turned down offers
for their land.

I've been calling around.
They've been reluctant to talk.

But most of the noes have
been threatened in some way.

The blue pins are all the yeses.

Those are the tracts that sold
sometime in the last six months.

Just about all of them
bought by an outfit

called Emerald Eden LLC.

Did you get any names
of the members of the LLC?

Emerald Eden
is registered in Nevada.

And that's one of the few states
where you can keep

that information confidential.

The perks of being
a shell company.

So someone is trying to buy up

the best cannabis-producing
real estate in Edgewater,

but they don't want anyone
to know who they are.

-The question is...
-How you gonna smoke 'em out?

Okay, I couldn't decide between
the balloons and the gold foil,

so I got 'em both.

Go to town.

Thank you, Gina.

You probably need
twice as many red pins

if you consider all the folks
that were threatened

-but don't want to talk.
-BOONE: Yeah, that's...

for sure.

Anyway,

I have a fridge to clean.

Uh, um,
how do we smoke them out?

Well, we've got that sheriff
auction at the end of the month.

Right? We-We've confiscated
a couple of really juicy lots

that'd be ideal
for growing weed.

Maybe we push up the auction,

see if we can get whoever's
behind this to-to take the bait?

Yeah. Dale's friends did say
they were offering crazy money.

Exactly. We just need someone

that can go toe-to-toe
with them in the bidding.

Like, really push 'em
to the limit.

I know a guy.

(coughs) You want me to be
the face of a police sting?

You're perfect, Dad.

You won't bat an eye
when the bidding gets heated.

You have the money. We don't
know where you have the money,

-but you have it.
-I'd love to,

but, um...

going legal,
it's a full-time gig, so I'm...

I'm busy.

Too busy to help us find

the people who beat
one of your best friends

within an inch of his life?

Mm.
Yeah, guilt me into it, huh?

All right.

I'll do it for Dale and his boy.

Thank you.

Hey, do you happen to know

why Luna Miller
is hanging out with Dale?

Free country, ain't it?

-It's just odd, is all.
-(door closes)

Mitchell is
Luna's father-in-law.

Him and Dale are tight,
so maybe that's it.

Oh, hey, hey, hey!

It's our birthday girl.
Come here, come here, come here.

-(giggling)
-Mwah!

You grow more beautiful
every year.

-Aw, thanks, Grandpa.
-(chuckles)

-Are you having dinner with us?
-Uh, no.

-I, um... I'm late
for something.
-Hey.

I will be at your birthday
dinner tomorrow night.

I promise.

Wait, pinkie promise?

Mm, pinkie promise.

(chuckles softly)

How was work?

Great.

Aunt Miranda's taking me
to New York next week.

Wow. How exciting.

I know, right?

It's my first business trip.

And she's gonna take me
to a Broadway show.

Business and pleasure.

Well, clearly,
she can't do without you.

You and I should go sometime.

-You know, I've never been.
-Mm.

You'd have to show me around.

I promise I will try
not to embarrass you.

-Ugh. As if.
-Hey,

I was thinking we could look
at that apartment tomorrow.

Oh. Uh, actually,

I-I decided not to get it.

Oh, no.

How come?

Well, I showed Aunt Miranda

and she had a fit.

She said she could never let me
live in a place that crappy.

-Well, glad Miranda and I
are finally on the same page.
-Yeah.

She wants me
to move here instead.

The Lofts on Eel River?

Skye, you can't afford this.

-Hell, I can't afford it.
-Aunt Miranda's

helping me out. She gave me
first and last month's rent,

plus the security deposit.

What?

What business is that of hers?

It's a bonus.

I earned it, Mom.

Yeah?

How many of her other employees
earned that kind of bonus?

(scoffs)

Okay.
I'm gonna go take a shower.

Come down for dinner.

I'm not hungry.

Are you carrying?

Glove compartment. Now.

I just don't know
why we can't do a one-stop shop.

"Here's the weed, here's
the cash, thank you very much."

Why do we got to do a pre-meet?

Because the first time that you
do a deal with somebody,

you do not bring
the drugs and the money

to the same place
at the same time.

'Cause that's a good way
to catch a bullet.

Or a bid.

You know what a bid is,
don't you,

or do I have
to explain that to you?

It means jail time.

I'm not stupid.

You haven't exactly
convinced me just yet.

Glove compartment.

(liquid pouring)

(bottle clatters gently)

Drink?

No, thanks. Good.

Please, have a seat.

Uh, my associate Dale's,
uh, very sorry

that he couldn't make it.

LOGAN:
Yeah, brother in hospice.

That's too bad.

-He never mentioned it.
-Mm.

How long you known Dale?

Since his daddy and I
did a stretch together.

Yeah? Where was that?

Lompoc.

Possession
with intent to distribute.

Unlike a fine wine,

I-I don't mellow with age.

This co-op of yours--

business is good, yeah?

Oh, it's booming.

Mostly California?

Are you writing a biography?

Let's talk about
the deal already.

Are you in some kind of hurry?

No, I'm just sick
of your damn yapping.

(exhales)

I don't love your tone, my man.

Well, I don't love
you wasting our time

with your dumbass questions.

You hear that, guys?

-I'm a dumbass.
-WES: N-No, no.

That is not what he meant.
My friend here...

Isn't Dale.

And neither are you.

I got this little voice
in my head.

It tells me
when something's off.

Kept me out of jail for as long
as I been doing this.

And right now
that voice is screaming.

The deal's off.

Sit your ass down.

Or what?

Like I said...

...the deal's off.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Banana Split.

What?

Banana Split.

Blueberry Fire.

Sour Diesel.

Trainwreck.

All stupid names made up
by people high as a kite.

But you know
every single one of them,

because they're the best strains

that you can find
anywhere in the whole world.

And all of 'em are grown right
here in the Emerald Triangle.

And my competition might say
it's the luck of Mother Nature.

Well, I say the harder I work,
the luckier I get.

Now, the product that I'm going
to bring to you tomorrow night

is the best
that you will find anywhere.

You know it. I know it.

I hope this is not
a one-time deal.

We plan on making
a lot of money.

Question is, do you?

As a show of good faith,

I'm gonna throw in 50 pounds

of the greatest
apple fritter hybrid

that you have ever fired.

It's gratis.

That means "free."

Let me know what you decide.

MICKEY:
Thanks for meeting me, Miranda.

Skye is super excited
about New York.

Mm. It's gonna be fun.

And to be honest,
she's earned it.

Oh, she's a hard worker.

And smart, to boot.

A rare combination,
as we both know.

Thanks for saying that.

I think about where she was
six months ago and, um,

I'm so grateful.

How's Rick?

He's hanging in there.

Uh, what are you and Travis
doing for Skye's birthday?

Oh, well, Travis is stuck in San
Francisco on the Barlow trial,

so he's gonna take her
to a Giants game next weekend.

Tonight we're just
gonna have some dinner

and cake at the house.

Nothing big. Just family.

W... Our family.

You know, me and my dad.

-You know what I mean.
-Mm.

Yeah.

Not that I don't love
seeing you, Mickey,

but what's this about?

I think you know
what this is about.

I've disappointed you
so many times.

Honestly, I don't.

The Lofts on Eel River.

-Really, Miranda?
-(sighs) The apartment.

It's not a big deal.

It's an employee bonus.

It's special treatment
for your niece.

I don't get it.

Mickey, a second ago,
you were proud of her.

I still am.

But you stepped over the line.

I'm her mom.

Where she lives

is a decision that
she and I will make,

not you.

She's 24 years old, Mickey.

She's not a child.

So stop spoiling her like one.

Save that for...

For Rick?

Stop spoiling her like Rick?

Is that what
you were going to say?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it like that.

Thanks for asking about him.

He's just out of rehab.

He's going to come home
for a while.

Probably a long while.

You're lucky, Mickey.

You have a kid who wants
to stand on her own two feet.

And she has the brains
and the talents to do it.

I would give my right arm
for that.

He'll get there.

It'll take some time,

but he will get there.

(sighs)
Yeah, well...

coffee's on me.

Miranda.

Good to see you, Mickey.

LOGAN:
We got a deal.

That's great news. I-I knew
you boys would come around.

Look, we're gonna make us
some money, okay?

I'll be there tonight,
make the drop.

-So if...
-Grandpa?

And-and stop calling here!

Take me off your list!

(grunts)

-What are you doing here?
-Aunt Miranda

gave me the day off
for my birthday.

And I have something for you.

Well, it's your birthday.

I'm supposed to have
something for you.

Well, you're not off the hook.

What's this? M...

Money?

It's the full amount
Brandon stole from your beehive.

$600 minus the $87
I already gave you.

That was months ago.

Well, I'm paying you back now.

-Yeah, I don't need it.
-Take it, Grandpa.

All right.

You inherited your mother's
stubborn streak.

And there's something else.

-This came in the mail
yesterday.
What?

It's from the government.

(chuckles)
Oh, what'd I do now?

(sighs)

SKYE:
It's good news, right?

They approved
your legal growers' license?

Yeah.

Oh, my God, Grandpa!

This is, like,
the best birthday gift ever.

Oh!
(squeals)

Mwah.
(laughs)

Bad news.

The auctioneer canceled.

Uh-oh.

Well... you got to
find a replacement.

Yeah, I just did.

No. No.

I... you know that I don't like
speaking in front of people.

It's worse than karaoke.

You say you hate
speaking in public,

and then you do it
and you're really good at it.

No, and-and...
(sighs)

I don't know the first thing
about conducting an auction.

It's like anything else.
You learn on the job.

-No.
-Yeah.

Mickey.
It's-it's not...

it's like, people
go to auction school.

It's a whole thing.
It's...

(sighs)

WES:
Hey, there, Gina.

What you got cooking?

Oh, everything's peachy.

Everything's peachy.
Uh...

Is everything okay?
I mean, treatments okay?

Yeah, I'm... I am fine.

Don't you have
an auction to go to?

I did, but I don't now.

Not until you fill me in
on what's going on with you.

(sighs)

The treatments are going fine.

It's not even the cancer,

as much as...

I don't know, the way
it makes you feel about life.

Things you would have
done differently.

(scoffs)
What am I doing here, Wes?

What are you doing here?

These guys would be
the Keystone Cops without you.

Oh, yeah, right.

I feel like a kid
who goes on an airplane

and they give you
the little pilot wings.

But that doesn't
make you a pilot.

-What, you want to be a cop now?
-No,

I don't want to be a cop.

I just want to do something

where I feel...

...valued.

(phone vibrates)

Everything okay?

U-Uh, yeah.
(clears throat)

You are valued.

I value you.

You help me
keep my head on straight.

You remind me
of what's important.

Some... Sometimes I lose track.

-(knocks on desk)
-BOONE: Okay.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you so much
for, uh, joining us.

(clears throat)
So, first up...

Can't hear you in the back.

(mouths)

BOONE:
(clears throat) First up,

we have a 2020 Ford F-150.

It's got 10,000 miles.

And, uh, there's
no service record 'cause, well,

we put the owner
in prison, so...

Only 10,000 miles on it.

We're gonna start
the building at... uh,

start the bidding
at two, uh, $12,000.

Thank you, sir.
$12,000.

-Um...
-WES: Now you say,

-"13,000."
-(soft laughter)

BOONE:
Thank you very much
to the gentleman

in the back row.
Thank you for that.

$13,000.

$13,000.
Do I hear 14?

Fourteen thousand dol...
$14,000.

How about 15?
$15,000.

No?
$14,000 going once,

going twice.

Sold, to this gentleman.

We're moving on
to the Landay plot.

This is 100 acres of farmland

and all assets
appurtenant thereto.

We're gonna open
this bidding at $500,000.

500,000.
Thank you, sir.

Do I hear six?

600,000,

to this gentleman
in the blue coat.

Can I get 700?
$700,000.

Can I get eight?
Do I hear 800?

A million.

Gentleman knows a good deal
when he sees one.

We're at one million.
Do I hear one-one?

Million five.

-One million five.
-Two million.

Three million.

BOONE:
Three million dollars.

Three million dollars
for this, uh...

We're at the...
the bid is currently

three million dollars,
going once,

going twice.

Sold. Three million dollars,
to this gentleman

in the nifty blue sports coat.

Three million dollars.

Congratulations, Mr. Ford.

The property is now yours.

If you don't mind me asking--
Emerald Eden, LLC?

Are you an officer
of the company?

I'm afraid that's confidential.

What's your main
line of business?

I'm an attorney, Deputy Boone.

The purchaser is my client.

That's all
I'm at liberty to say.

You're at liberty now.

-Meaning?
-Meaning,

you won't be at liberty
if your client

continues terrorizing
the residents of this county.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You better hope not.

We believe your client
may be involved

in the attempted murder
of a man named Dale Hawkins.

I would hate to see you
implicated in a Class A felony.

You're barking up
the wrong tree, Sheriff.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Well, that didn't work.

Guy barely broke a sweat.

He didn't want us to think
that he did, but he did.

Ted.

Scratches,
on the seat of his chair.

The man who just left?
Take an unmarked car

and see where he goes.

He may be calm on the outside,

but on the inside,
he's white-knuckling it.

Either Liman Ford knows
what his client is up to,

or he doesn't,
and what we just told him

scares the hell out of him.

I love it when they panic.

This makes 50 pounds.

All of this goes in the back
of Dale's truck.

Now, why do we use Dale's truck?

Because it has a canopy on it,

and people can't see
what's underneath the canopy.

Now, see, that's of utmost
importance to our business,

because you do not want
the people

that you are sharing
the road with

to be able to see
the merchandise.

Would you cut him
some slack, Wes?

Deal's back on, man.

Ought to take his share
out of the three mill.

Well, he'll know better
next time.

You sure you want
to do this solo?

They're playing in my sandbox.

Ain't nothing
those Coloradans can pull

that I haven't seen before.

You like the fact
that Tanner screwed up.

This co-op's all well and good,

but any chance you can,

you step up,
prove you're still the man.

Like I got to prove jack
to that fool.

Not to him, Wes Fox.

To yourself.

Ted just called. Liman Ford just
took a booth in The Meat Up.

-Two menus.
He's meeting somebody.
-Okay.

MICKEY:
Ted didn't go in, did he?

He's in the parking lot
awaiting instructions.

How are we gonna get ears
on this conversation?

It won't be easy.

He was here for an hour,
he's seen all our faces.

GINA:
He hasn't seen mine.

I took my lunch
during the auction.

He has no idea who I am.

-Gina, you are not a deputy.
-Oh, come on.

You guys mic up CIs
all the time.

They're informants.
They know that world.

-And I don't?
-MICKEY: No.

So much could go wrong.

And if it does, I'll bail.

Mickey, someone is terrorizing
people into selling their land.

You know all those pins
on that map?

Those are my neighbors.

I just want some justice
for my neighbors.

Let me do this.

Please.

(indistinct chatter)

Hi, you.

It's been a minute.

What are you gonna do? They
never let me out of the office.

-(Gina speaking indistinctly)
-(radio static)

The wire.

I got to get her out.

Uh, do you mind
sitting at the counter, hon?

Fried Chicken Nights
are always crazy.

(phone chimes)

(door opens)

This is taking way too long.

Why isn't she coming out?

(indistinct chatter)

"Mute yourself." Why is Gina
telling me to mute myself?

Can I get you fellas
something to drink?

Nothing for me.

-What about you, hon?
-FORD: Uh...

Gina?

I got this table.

-Okay...
-I'll, uh, stick with water.

All right, I'll just get you
a refill, then. Okay...

-Oh!
-Oh! Oh! I am so sorry. I, uh...

-Let... Here.
L-Let me wipe that up for you.
-You spilled it everywhere.

-It's on the floor, sorry.
-FORD: It's-it's okay.

I am...

such a butterfingers.

FORD:
It's okay.

(phone ringing)

-GINA: Sorry.
-FORD: It's okay.

-GINA: Let me wipe that up.
-It's fine.

-FORD: It's-it's okay.
-Is that Ford?

If you could just
bring me a new one.

No problem. Okay.

(sighs)

You're not the person
I usually speak to.

I'm the person
you're talking to now.

-What's the problem?
-FORD: What's the problem?

FORD:
How about attempted murder?

I didn't sign up for this.

I want to talk
to my client. Okay?

Not you.
My actual client.

-How's the fried chicken?
-I'm serious.

I will walk away right now.

You need to calm down.

Who is behind Emerald Eden?

You either tell me or I'm out.

You want us to do you
like we did that grower?

"How about a little fire,
scarecrow?"

WES:
Hey, Mama Joe,
your kid's still got it.

(laughs)
Although, I think I may have

thrown my back out a little.

Or at least tweaked it.

Three million's a lot heavier
than I remember it being.

But hey, hey,
I-I'm gonna celebrate

with a beer and an ice pack,
all right?

So, have it ready.

Uh... yeah,

tell the others I'll be there
in about half an hour or so.

Okay?

(laughs): Okay.

All right.

Ha!

BOONE:
You're looking at a minimum

of seven years, plus, a kicker
for causing grave bodily harm.

Now, you tell us
who you work for,

maybe we can get that reduced.

That's cute.

(sighs)

He's about to crack.
I can feel it.

All right.
We could try Ford.

Charge him as an accessory
after the fact.

You heard him. He doesn't know
who's behind Emerald Eden

any more than we do.

I hate coming up empty-handed.

GINA:
You didn't.

You got the guy who hurt Dale.

MICKEY:
We got the guy.

That was some quick thinking.

Yeah. I guess it was.

Sheriff, a patrol unit
just made a plate.

Dale Hawkins' stolen truck.

Looks like we're gonna be
a little late to Skye's party.

♪ ♪

♪ Well, the devil
made me do it ♪

-♪ He was sitting
on my shoulder ♪
-(sighs)

♪ He said that I would have
more fun ♪

-(siren wailing)
-♪ If I was just
a little bit bolder ♪

♪ So, I gave up all I had ♪

♪ I took a little... ♪

COP (over P.A.):
Driver, pull over.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(siren wailing)

(engine revs)

MICKEY:
Sheriff Fox joining the pursuit.

We're flying in behind you.

COP:
Confirmed.
That's Dale Hawkins' truck.

DEPUTY:
We lost the suspect.

How is that even possible?

BOONE:
Mickey, the turnoff.

Sheriff's office.
Get out of the vehicle.

(sirens wailing in distance)

(receding footsteps)

Mickey.

Come on, let's go. Let's go!

BOONE:
Up here.

He went this way.

You sure?

BOONE:
No.

Unknown suspect fleeing on foot.

MICKEY:
He's got to be close.

There!

BOONE:
I got him, I got him.

I don't got him.

MICKEY:
We're not leaving till we catch
this son of a bitch.

All right, let's double back
towards the car.

Maybe we'll get lucky
and he went that way.

(owl hooting)

♪ ♪

(exhales)

(groans)

(sighs)

SKYE:
Oh, thank you, Gina.

Oh, my God,
did you knit this yourself?

-Hell, no. Are you insane?
-(laughing)

BOONE:
All right. Here you go, Skye.

Think you're gonna love it.

Ooh!

Uh-oh.

Mom, you are not
gonna like this.

What'd you do?

(gasps)

Silver and black, baby!
Let's go!

Come on!
Get this out of my house!

Hey.
(chuckles)

-Out of my house.
-No, come on.

-It's so nice.
-No!

You have one more gift, Skye.

Okay.

"From Mom."
Mom, you already got me

the necklace
and a bunch of clothes.

Just open it.

Finally had time
to go through our old photos.

Oh, my God, Mom.

Oh, my God.

-GINA: Aw.
-(Boone laughs)

Aw, you were a cute baby.

Yeah.
She's lucky she was.

She had colic
for about six months.

Thought about returning her,
but then I looked

at this gorgeous face,

and I couldn't
go through with it.

Aw, Mom, I love it.

-I love you.
-BOONE: Yeah, yeah, that-that's

just great, guys.
But is someone

gonna bust out
the cake or what?

No, wait, we have
to wait for Grandpa.

He's an hour late.

Grandpa has lost
cake privileges.

All right.
You wait here.

Can you give me a hand?

Thanks for inviting me.

-Oh, it's a real bash,
all right.
-(chuckles)

-I bet you wish
you were on your date.
-Oh, no.

Belting "Livin' on a Prayer"
in front of 30 drunks?

-Uh... No.
-(laughs)

-I would pay to see that.
-Yeah, I know you would.

Well, I'm glad you came.

Me too.

-Oh! God. (laughs)
-Ah!

-(chuckles) Careful.
-I was not expecting that.

I might have to call
my sister Sharon.

This thing's a fire hazard.

Okay.

Ready?

Let's do it.

Everybody, come on,
gather around.

(door opens)

Oh, hey, Dad.

Well, it's about damn time.

Sorry. I, uh, had to-had to
run up to the cabin.

-Heard somebody was having
a birthday, so...
-(Skye squeals)

-Happy birthday.
-(laughs)

(gasps)
It's a Martin.

-Yeah.
-It's just like yours.

-Yep.
-Ugh. Thank you, Grandpa.

-Happy birthday.
-Oh, my God.

Okay, before we sing
"Happy Birthday,"

I have something I want to say.

Dad, I never thought
this day would come.

But it has.

Wes Fox, you are officially

a law-abiding citizen.

-(applause)
-SKYE: Yay.

(whoops)

MICKEY:
Travis, who sends his love,

always told me that I needed

to trust people
a little bit mote.

Well, you have
exceeded my trust.

I'm very proud of you, Dad.

I love you, Grandpa.

Hey, it's all in a day's work.

GINA:
And don't forget,

there's one more piece
of good news.

-Oh, more like
three million pieces.
-Oh.

S... Say what?

Well, tonight,

Mickey and I were
chasing one of the guys

who attacked Dale,
and we didn't find the guy,

but he did leave us
a little present.

-Three million bucks,
stuffed in duffel bags.
-Wow.

-Seriously?
-MICKEY: Mm-hmm.
-BOONE: Yeah.

Can we spend it?

MICKEY:
No, we cannot spend it.

It's under lock and key
at the sheriff's office.

All right, now let's sing
"Happy Birthday"

before these candles melt.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To you ♪

-(phone chimes)
-♪ Happy birthday ♪

-♪ ♪
-♪ Dear Skye ♪

-♪ I fought the law and
the law won ♪
-♪ Happy birthday ♪

-♪ I fought the law ♪
-♪ To you. ♪

♪ And the law won ♪

♪ I left my baby
and I feel so bad ♪

-BOONE: Hey!
-♪ I guess my race is run... ♪

Yay.

♪ She's the best girl
that I ever had ♪

♪ I fought the law
and the law won. ♪

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