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Previously on
Sheriff Country...

There is this company
called Emerald Eden.

They've been snatching up
the best

cannabis-producing land
in Edgewater,

and they're using
hardball tactics to get it.

Dale! Dale?

Congratulations, Mr. Ford.

Your client
continues terrorizing

the residents of this county.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You need to calm down.

Who's behind Emerald Eden?

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

Maybe this isn't a good idea.

Boone, I know you like her.

So stop pretending.

Tell her how you feel.

-Hey, Mickey.
-Dawson.

MICKEY:
I mean, "Alec."

Alec and I had a thing,
back when

he was an undercover agent.

The DEA is making a claim

on the three million
you confiscated.

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

I'm afraid I just did, Mickey.

Our three million will be
leaving the sheriff's office

tomorrow in an armored truck.

-So, what's the plan?
-ALEC: Someone stole
that three million dollars.

This town has no idea
what's coming.

* *

* Well, I've been out walking *

* I don't do... *

WES:
Long time since
me and you have been up here.

-MICKEY: Yeah.
-What do you think, Skye?

-SKYE: It's cold.
-(Mickey laughs)
-WES: Ha.

We used to bring your mom
up here fishing

when she was yea high.

First time--
she was four, maybe--

she caught a rainbow trout
right out there.

It was half as big as she was.

As soon as that thing
comes out of the water,

she starts screaming,
"Throw it back, Daddy.

-Throw it back."
-(laughter)

Come on,
it was staring right at me.

WES:
So, I grab the fish,

which was not a happy fish,
by the way,

and I try to take the hook out.

Well, your mom,
she starts flailing,

and she sets the hook.

She set it right
through my thumb.

I'm bleeding worse
than the fish,

and I got my thumb
down its gullet,

it's going crazy,
and your grandmother jumps down

and she snipped the line,

she threw the trout
back in the water

and she scooped your mama up
in a big old hug.

Your grandmother was
one hell of a woman.

I see her every time
I look at the two of you.

You're feeling
awfully sentimental today.

* And I wonder if... *

SKYE:
You know,
after Brandon died, I...

I felt so alone.

But now, I realize
I was never really alone.

The two of you, and Dad,
were always there for me.

-(soft chuckle)
-Love you, honey.

I love you.

And I love you, Dad.

-More than you know.
-(helicopter approaching)

He's flying really low,
isn't he?

* *

MICKEY:
Drug Enforcement.

They're heading
towards Deadwater.

* Hear the devil callin' *

-* Hear the devil callin'... *
-ALEC: Let's go.

Yeah, let's go.
Move, move, move.

* Well, I hear
the devil callin' *

* Got to pay him what he's due *

* I can't stop
the dogs of war... *

Breach and clear, breach
and clear. Move, move, move.

Tanner Cook, put your hands up

-against the wall!
-Get up against the wall now!

-Don't move!
-Move, move!

Get your hands up!

(screams)

-We're all clear!
-Resisting.
-Get off me!

Don't resist!

* Well, I see
the fields burnin' *

* 'Cause hell
is coming through... *

Clear left, clear right.
Find him.

* Dogs of war... *

Martin "Brownie" Ball,
you're under arrest.

-Hands behind your back.
-Do as you're told,
you won't get hurt.

-MAYA: Mommy!
-AGENT: Show me your hands!
-What the hell are you doing?

-JAY: We're legal growers.
We have permits.
-You're hurting her.

-MAYA: Stop it.
-I'm okay. I'm okay, baby.

BROWNIE:
I'm-I'm a farmer.
That's not a crime.

That's not a crime!
That doesn't even make...

* Coming up for you... *

Please, you're
hurting my arm. Please.

* Dogs of... *

Federal government needs
body armor for soccer moms now?

Well, maybe
if you'd done your job

in the first place, Deputy,
we wouldn't need to be here.

What did you just say to me?

You have
an interstate drug cartel

operating under your nose.

This whole department

has been way too friendly
with these people.

You need
to choose your next few words

-real carefully.
-MICKEY: Boone.

Agent Kane, my office.

You said you wanted
an interrogation room,

not half the damn station.

You need choppers and Humvees
to bring in farmers now?

They stopped being farmers
the second

they stole three million dollars
of DEA money in broad daylight.

-You familiar
with JoAnne Henshaw?
-Sure.

Mama Joe. She's one of the OG
growers, lives on the mountain.

JoAnne Henshaw is the mastermind
of a criminal cartel

operating right here
in Edgewater.

We're still piecing it together,
but six months ago,

Henshaw used her influence
over Edgewater growers

to form a so-called co-op.

It's really just
a homegrown cannabis cartel.

The money
you recovered in the woods,

-that three million dollars?
-The money

you took from my department.

It's cartel money.

The proceeds of
an interstate drug deal

brokered by Mama Joe
and her cartel counterparts,

with some dealers
out of Colorado.

We took these two days ago
outside of Mama Joe's cabin.

That is Tanner Cook, six years

in prison
on federal weapons charges.

Martin "Brownie" Ball,

who's been in and out
of your county jails

for half his life,
and Luna Miller...

-A legal grower.
-Who just this year was involved

-in a shootout on the open road.
-She was robbed,

Alec, trying to pay her taxes.

Growing weed in California
is not a crime.

We're not charging them
in California, Mickey.

The second that they sent drugs
across state line,

it became the DEA's problem.

All right.

Walk me through this.

My contacts in Colorado gave me
two names--

Dale Hawkins and Tanner Cook.

My agents are with Dale in the
hospital now. He's not talking.

So we put our focus on Tanner.

We surveilled him outside of
Mama Joe's cabin in Deadwater.

And as you can see,
they were not alone.

This morning,
we served a search warrant

on Mama Joe's cabin
and several other locations.

We recovered a portion of the
stolen money buried ten feet

outside of Brownie's front door.

(sighs)
And Mama Joe?

By the time we got to her cabin,
she was gone.

Looks like she's on the run.

All right, I'll put out a BOLO.

(knocking)

We just got a call.

Building manager requesting
a welfare check.

Oh, can you handle it?
I-I'm in the middle of this.

The address belongs
to Liman Ford.

The lawyer for Emerald Eden?

Let's go.

-Wait. Who's Liman Ford?
-MICKEY: Somebody who's

been intimidating local growers,

trying to get them
to sell their land.

Ford is the lawyer
who papered the deal.

NEWSWOMAN: The federal
Drug Enforcement Administration

has carried out a series of
dramatic early-morning raids

across Edgewater County.

No statement has been issued,

but we're told that
several arrests have been made

in a sweep reminiscent

of the so-called CAMP--

or Campaign Against
Marijuana Planting--

-raids of the 1990s, when...
-(loud banging on door)

(banging continues)

What the hell's
going on out there?

Look, it's not smart
to come here, Joe.

It would've been dumber to call.

I got the warning
when I heard the DEA

was moving up the mountain.

Threw my dogs in the truck,
hauled ass out the back.

Tried to warn the others,
but it's too late.

They got Brownie, Tanner
and Luna.

They got Luna?

-Here.
-(pushes chair)

Hmm.

-(Wes groans)
-Someone must've talked.

-Who?
-I don't know.

-Dale?
-No, no,
couldn't have been Dale, no.

Well, doesn't matter anyway.

It's only a matter of time
before your name comes up.

It's time to get the hell
out of Dodge, old man.

I got a cousin in Alaska.

You can come with.

Two sets of eyes on the road
are better than one.

And it's easy enough to cut
into Canada on rez land, but

we got to leave now.

I can't just leave.

You can't stay.

They put you in this time,

the way
you pop those heart pills,

old as we are,
you ain't never getting out.

I got a truck packed.
Now grab a bag, let's go.

Okay. You go.

-Wes!
-I have things to take care of.

It'll... A couple hours.

I'll be two hours behind you.

I'll meet you.

WES:
I'll see you soon.

Building manager says
no one's seen Ford since Friday.

That's the day we questioned him

for being involved
in the land-grab campaign.

Oh.

Edgewater County
Sheriff's Office.

Liman Ford?

He was spooked.
Maybe he left town.

This is Sheriff Mickey Fox.
Mr. Ford, are you at home?

-Oh.
-Oof.

BOONE:
Sheriff's office!

-Clear!
-Clear!

He's at home.

* *

(body bag zips)

-(keyboard keys clacking)
-(camera shutter clicking)

BOONE:
Nothing is locked,
nothing password-protected,

yet not a single file
mentioning Emerald Eden LLC.

So, Ford was buying up property

for these guys
for, like, six months,

but their names aren't anywhere
on his computer?

HANK:
Or in his filing cabinet.

The building manager said
Ford worked from home.

-So, the files should be here.
-Maybe Ford scrubbed

-his files for some reason.
-BOONE: Yeah, but

why go to the trouble if
you're just gonna off yourself?

Maybe someone else scrubbed
them, like Emerald Eden,

trying to tie up loose ends.

Ford's not the only person
that works

for Emerald Eden
that we know about.

Frank Stokes.

Guy we arrested
for intimidating growers.

MICKEY: He's still sitting
in jail for assault.

Why don't you guys
go pay him a visit?

Now that's he's got
a dead accomplice,

he might be more cooperative.

And get a rush on the autopsy.

Emerald Eden's been terrorizing
Edgewater for six months.

I have a feeling
they just graduated to murder.

-What are you getting into?
-I'm gonna go to the ECSO.

Make sure these DEA guys
aren't getting too cozy.

Alec seemed pretty cozy to me.

Dismissed.

(garbled radio transmission)

-(speaking Bulgarian)
-(woman grunting)

(woman grunting)

-(Joey speaking Bulgarian)
-(women grunting)

Joey?

* *

Didn't learn your lesson
from last time, old man?

I'm not here for a rematch.
I'm here to do business.

Then you better start talking
before I lose my patience.

Not with you, Joey.

Him.

(woman grunting)

Sure you want to do this?

WES:
You know who I am.

Then you're gonna know
this is not easy for me to say.

I'm liquidating.

Everything goes.

My acreage, my trucks,
my strain, all of it.

But I need the money now.

There's not gonna be
no haggling.

I need money that's clean,
and I need it today.

-What's the rush?
-I'm leaving Edgewater.

And I won't be coming back.

And may I ask, where is the Fox
heading in such a hurry?

Today.

Today.

* *

Where's JoAnne Henshaw?

Never heard of her.

ALEC:
I've got some bad news for you.

We already found the money,
Brownie.

You buried it right outside
your front door, dummy.

I'm a legal grower.

I have permits.

I pay taxes.
Mickey knows me.

Everybody knows Sheriff Fox.

That's not going to save you
from having

to watch your kids grow up
from behind bars.

How much of their lives
do you think you're gonna miss?

I'm just curious.

What kind of permit do you need
for felony armed robbery?

My sources tell me
that you're the real mastermind

behind the Colorado deal.

So, why let Dale and Mama Joe
take all the credit?

-Mama who?
-I don't think you get it.

It doesn't matter that weed
is legal in California.

This is a federal investigation.

We are talking hard time.

There is one deal
on the table today,

and the first person that gives
me Mama Joe Henshaw gets it.

One!

(sighs)

JAY:
Where is she?

I need to speak to my wife.
Her name's Luna Miller.

-Jay.
-This is all just
a big misunderstanding.

Mickey, thank God.
Do you know where Luna is?

-The DEA won't tell me anything.
-Um, she's here.

They're holding her
for questioning.

This doesn't make any sense.

Luna, a cartel?
I don't understand.

(mouths)

Maya, right?

Do you remember me? Yeah?

Are you guys hungry?

-Mama? Mama.
-It's okay. It's okay.

MICKEY:
There you go.

Let me know if you want more.

I'm not gonna lie to you, Jay.

These are serious allegations.

Mickey, it's Luna.

She's not a criminal.
She's...

a mom.

Just make sure the girls eat.

-I'll let you know what I hear.
-ALEC: Mickey?

ALEC:
No one is talking.

Did you match the serial numbers

on Brownie's bills
to the stolen drug money?

-It's in progress.
-In progress?

Alec, what exactly do you have
on these guys?

How about cultivation,
possession and distribution

of a Schedule One
controlled substance?

Luna has kids, Alec.

Do you think this is how
I want to be spending my time?

Mickey, my ass is on the line.

I was agent-in-charge when three
million dollars got stolen.

It was all I could do
to keep my boss

from riding into town
and running this investigation.

And Deputy Director Santos?

This is not a woman
you want to mess with.

So, you want to get the DEA
out of Edgewater?

You want us to pack up
and go home?

Help me find Mama Joe Henshaw.

You want to help Luna?

Convince her to make a deal.

Help me, Mickey.

And let's put this thing to bed.

(sighs)
I don't know anything.

Jay and the girls are here.

How are they doing?

Scared.

Confused.

They're strong.

You know, I used to love making
pancakes with my mom.

It was so easy, but they always
just turned out so good.

Her secret ingredient-- vanilla.

Half a teaspoon.

One day, we were in the kitchen,
and, um,

I just finished
measuring it out,

and I hear this-- bang.

And I look over.

I can see into the front yard,

and this soldier has his knee...

...on my father's back.

I was so little.

Barely six years old?

I can still hear
the helicopters,

and my father screaming,
"Maria! Let her go.

She doesn't know anything," but

they took my mom, too.

I spent the night
on a social worker's couch.

Both my parents were in jail.

And you know what
that social worker said to me?

"It's okay, honey.

You're strong."

I wasn't strong, Luna.

I was a kid.

I never saw my mom again.

She contracted viral pneumonia,
awaiting trial,

and she...

died in Edgewater County Jail.

I still think of her
every time I go in there.

Think about your kids, Luna.

-(sighs)
-The choice that you make today

will affect them
for the rest of their lives.

The DEA thinks
that Mama Joe is behind this.

I don't know.

We have to find her
and talk to her.

If you tell me what you know,

I promise

I will do everything I can

to make sure
you go home to your family.

(breathing shakily)

I think
I should talk to a lawyer.

HANK:
Stokes didn't talk the
first time we questioned him,

so what makes you think
he's gonna talk now?

Liman Ford is dead,
maybe because

he knew too much
about Emerald Eden.

If I'm Stokes,
I'd be worried I'm next.

HANK:
Hmm.

What is this?

My sergeant said
you wanted to see Frank Stokes.

Here's Frank Stokes.

-When the hell did this happen?
-Couple hours ago.

Happened out on the yard,
but nobody's talking.

Least of all Frank Stokes
or Liman Ford.

At the rate
these guys are dropping,

we are never gonna get
to the truth.

Liman Ford was making buyout
offers for Emerald Eden LLC.

He was the last one to talk
to Dale Hawkins before...

Frank Stokes beat Dale

-into a coma.
-But when Dale woke up,
he told us

there were two guys
who beat him up.

Right. So, who was
Stokes's mystery buddy?

Stokes was
in the Death Merchants, right?

-Yeah.
-So, what does a motorcycle club

known for dealing in meth want

-with the best weed land
in Edgewater?
-Good question.

Maybe we should get
the DEA guy's take.

-Who? Alec Kane?
-Yeah.

He was undercover
with them, right?

Yeah. Whole scumbag rodeo.

So...

maybe he's got some insight.

When I want to turn a traffic
stop into World War III,

I'll give Alec Kane a call.
Until then,

how about
we do some actual police work?

Any ideas?

Always.

(country music playing)

(chatter, laughter)

Oh. How is that chili burger?

It's not bad.

You mind?
Haven't eaten all day.

Mack, help me out
with something, man.

Liman Ford.

-Never seen him.
-No?

-Tough break.
-All right, well,
here's someone I know

you do know-- Frank Stokes.

Member of your crew.

Now, look, we know

that Liman Ford was
making land offers

for Emerald Eden LLC.

And we know
that Stokes and a partner of his

were roughing up anyone
who refused.

Hey, Amber,
you want to get me the check?

Mm. Way too much salt.

You know what I think, Mack?

I think whoever's behind
Emerald Eden is getting rid

of any of the people
who were doing their dirty work.

Making sure
that they cannot talk.

If I was Stokes's partner,
I'd start wondering...

am I next?

Is there anything else?

(Hank slaps table)

-That told us nothing.
-It told us one thing.

That's not a guy who's worried

about being tied up
as a loose end.

That's the guy
who's doing the tying.

(footsteps approaching)

Couldn't meet me inside?

I just need fresh air, so...

And the ginger ale
you asked for, for the nausea.

Oh.

What was that for?

You... being so sweet.

Don't start spreading
that rumor.

Wes, what is going on?

I need to disappear
for a little while.

-It's--
-Why? Did something happen?

I spoke to Amber,
and she's gonna see to it

that you get back and forth
to your chemo.

She'll take care of it.

Oh, Wes,

what did you get yourself into?

(door opens)

Do you have a sec?

-Yeah.
-(closes door)

I had no idea.

That story that you told Luna

about your parents
getting arrested?

I am so sorry, Mickey.

It's not something
I like talking about.

I know this must be hard
for you, all of this.

But this isn't the CAMP raids.

We're not talking about farmers
with a few rows of pot plants.

We're chasing criminals.

This co-op or grow-op
or whatever you want to call it?

This operation had scale.

I know. I know. (sniffles)

It's just hard, seeing people
like Luna facing jail time.

It's like there's
this Edgewater that was--

this-this town
that I want this place to be--

and the Edgewater that is.

And they're like two trains
moving in opposite directions.

And I'm in the middle,

trying to hold them together,

or keep from being torn apart.

Um, can you excuse me?

I-I'll be right back.

MICKEY:
Dad?

Mickey.

Everything okay? Oh.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's up?

You heard
about Mama Joe and Luna?

Yeah.

Thank you for going legal.

(sighs)
That could have been you, Dad.

That could have been you,
all over again.

(Mickey sighs)

* This is my house *

* And I'm doing what I want *

-* This is my house *
-Hi.

* And I'm calling
all the shots... *

Lieutenant Boone.

-Emmy.
-Emmy?

That's all you have to say
for yourself?

* You want to play
with me, well... *

Oh, Nathan didn't tell you?

-Uh...
-He has a thing

for making karaoke dates

with good-looking
medical examiners

he meets
on law enforcement dating apps

-and then cancelling
at the last minute.
-Oh.

I deal with lots of dead guys,
but this was my first ghost.

* This is my house,
and I'm doing what I want... *

-I have yet
to complete a full autopsy...
-(music stops)

...but given the nature
of the crime

and the importance
of communication

in a healthy relationship,

I'm happy to share
my preliminary findings.

This man did not commit suicide.

Based on arterial bruising,

he was strangled to death before

he was hung
from the ceiling fan.

Look how clean
both abrasion lines are.

No signs of a struggle here,

but...

see here?

I extracted skin
from underneath the fingernails.

He clearly put up a fight.

My guess is
that he was knocked unconscious

before he was strangled.

I'm still waiting
on X-rays to come back,

but I'll bet you
I find sub-cranial hemorrhaging.

Oh.

Hmm. What is this?

Hand me those clippers.

Yup.

The black. Yeah.

(buzzing)

"DMMC"?

"Death Merchants
Motorcycle Club."

Same as the knuckle-duster

Mack Maguire was wearing
at The Meat Up.

-BOONE: Okay.
-(phone camera clicks)

Call Judge Pete. Tell him that
we want to charge Mack Maguire

in connection with the murder
of Liman Ford.

I'm texting you this photo.

Make sure you attach it to
the application for the warrant.

I will be sure
to communicate that.

Uh... (sighs)

Emmy, I'm so sorry.
I should've called.

Whoever she was--
the reason you cancelled--

I hope she was worth it.

(typing rapidly)

BOONE:
You're sure? Well, leave
a couple of deputies there

in case he comes back.

We are all hands on deck
until we find Mack Maguire.

Thank you.

(sighs)

Does this belong to you?

I got a conference call
with my deputy director.

Mickey said
I could use the War Room.

I just need the table clear.

Make yourself at home,
why don't you?

No need for the tone, Deputy.
I'm just doing my job.

Your job?
You're a disgrace to your job.

Are we gonna have a problem?

BOONE:
No.

As long
as you stay out of my way.

What? You got something to say?
Say it.

-Say it! What you gonna do?
-Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey.

-Do something!
-Hey! Hey!

Say it, Kane. What? What?

Are you outta your mind,
Deputy?

Hey, hey!

-(shouting indistinctly)
-Hey, what the hell's going on?

-What the hell is your problem?
-I had him, Mick. I had our guy.

-Who?
-Mack Maguire.

The leader of the Death
Merchants Motorcycle Club

is the guy
who killed Liman Ford.

I had a warrant from Judge Pete.

Okay, amazing.
So, what's the issue?

Hank went to arrest Maguire,
and he's gone.

It looks like he ran, and I'm
telling you, Mick, I had him.

Like, not three hours ago,

I'm sitting across from him
at The Meat Up.

-I should've put a tail on him.
-All right, all right.

Cut yourself some slack, okay?

We'll-we'll find Maguire.

You really think
he's behind Emerald Eden?

Maybe not behind it,
but an enforcer? Yeah.

All right,
I'm gonna go ask Alec.

No. No, no, no. No way.

He was undercover
with the Death Merchants.

He probably met Maguire.

He can offer us some insight.

The faster that Alec Kane is out
of this ECSO,

the better off
that we will all be.

Hank and I will go find Maguire.

Okay, what is your problem
with Alec, Boone?

My-my problem with--

I'll tell you
what my problem with Alec is.

The DEA is terrorizing
Edgewater,

and we're just sitting around
watching.

That guy's everything
that's wrong with policing,

-and you used to know that.
-Oh, hang on.

Do I love the helicopters
and the-the militaristic BS?

Of course not. "Everything
that's wrong with policing"?

That's a stretch,
and you know it.

So, what is your actual problem?

-I just told you.
-No, you didn't.

I'm not gonna let you
stand there and lie to me.

I know you too well for that.

There is a killer on the loose,
and you won't

turn to the one guy
who could help us?

I don't have time
for this, Mick.

Do not turn your back on me.

This isn't about police tactics,

-and it's not about manners.
-Mickey...

This is about something
more personal, and you know it.

-Mickey...
-So, I'm gonna ask you

-one more time. What is...
-Stop.

-...your problem...
-I'm asking you, please.

...with Alec?
-I'm crazy about you, Mick,
okay?

I've been crazy about you.
You have to see that.

I think I'm in love with you.

Boone, I...

-I-It's okay
you don't feel the same way.
-Hey.

-No. I...
-No, no. It's-it's fine.

-You don't have to say anything.
-I love you.

You're my family.

You'll always be my family.

That's all it's ever gonna be.

(door closes)

I, uh...

I have to go away for a while.

So, I've, um...

Boy, I've really messed up now.

(inhales sharply)

Oh...

Um... I'm gonna need you to...

...look after Mickey and Skye.

Hmm?

(sniffles)

I wish you were here
to talk me out of this.

(groans)

(sighs)

(garbled radio transmission)

(indistinct chatter)

(conversing indistinctly)

Agent Kane?

Sorry.

I was upset about a case.

Ah, forget about it.

We've both got a lot going on.

This case you're working,

Mickey said the Death Merchants
were involved?

I'm looking for Mack Maguire.

Yeah, I knew him
when I was there.

Not a man to be messed with.

If, um, Maguire needed somewhere
to lie low?

There was a safe house
the Death Merchants used to use.

It was up near Saw Valley.

It's on a ridge, so they can see
anyone approaching.

-I'll send you a pin.
-Appreciate it.

Yeah.

Hey, we're all
on the same team, right?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Oh, Boone?

If you're going after
Mack Maguire, go armed for bear.

The Death Merchants
are dangerous.

BOONE:
Our target is Mack Maguire.

He is also our best lead

on whoever is behind
Emerald Eden LLC,

so we have to take him alive.

Everybody, lock it up.

We're out.

(truck engine idling)

-He could be running.
-(sighs)

(engine continues idling)

HANK:
Maguire! Step out!

-(gunshot)
-(groans)
-BOONE: Fire!

(gunfire)

Hold fire! Hold fire!

Hank?

BOONE:
Stay with Iglecias.

OFFICER:
Shots fired. Shots fired.

One officer hit. Repeat--
one officer down.

Responding units to Saw Ridge.

BOONE:
Hold the house. Hold the house.

OFFICER:
Lieutenant, he's not breathing!

No, no, no.

All right.
Come on, Hank. Talk to me, man.

(Hank gasps loudly, groans)

Hank, talk to me. Talk to me.

(groans, pants)

-Oh, God.
-(laughs)

HANK:
Ah. (groaning) Aah. Geez.

-Hey, let's call an ambulance.
We got broken ribs.
-(groaning)

Stop laughing. You're making
it worse. Stop moving.

Oh, did it look cool?

No, not at all. (laughs)

Grandpa?

I'm home.

Grandpa?

TRAVIS:
In here, hon.

Oh, Dad.

What are you doing here?

Uh, your grandpa called me.

He has something
he needs to tell you.

WES:
We need to talk, hon.

Take a seat.

I've been putting the pieces
together on how the co-op

-stole the DEA's
three million dollars.
-(door closes)

I put in a call to the sheriff

in Drake County,
where it happened.

-He just got back to me.
-And?

The robbers staged
a construction hold.

That's how they got
the armored truck to stop.

I asked the sheriff to send me

all the traffic cam footage
he had,

and he just sent me this.

ALEC:
That's Luna.

MICKEY:
That's our patch.

That's an Edgewater County
Sheriff's uniform.

It's not just any uniform,
Mickey.

Look at the stars
on Luna's collar.

Where'd you get the uniform?

Where did you get my uniform?!

Where?!

Mickey...

...like you don't know.

I have made some mistakes
in my...

I've made a lot of mistakes
in my life.

I don't regret 'em, though.

All of them have led me
right back here, into your life.

It don't get no better
than that.

Grandpa, what's going on?

-I'm going away for a while.
-SKYE: What do you mean?

Where are you going?

Dad?

Your dad helped me.
We drew up a trust.

I, uh...
I sold most of my land.

The money is clean.

It's enough for you
to do whatever you want to do

in this world, or at least
it'll get you started...

I don't want your money.
Where are you going?

The place
that we went this morning,

where we...
where we went hiking.

It's the first land
I ever owned.

I bought it
when I moved to Edgewater.

But it-it's clean,
they can't touch it.

Who can't touch it?

That land and that money--
it's all yours.

-All of it.
-Who can't touch it?

Fox or Fraley,
you're the best of us.

-Grandpa, please.
-We all make mistakes.

But don't you ever

be ashamed of the mistakes
that you've made,

because all of those mistakes--

they led you right back here
into my life.

(door opens)

(door slams)

Forget something, Dad?

I think you left this
at the dry cleaners.

This whole time?

This whole time?

What's going on?

Mickey,
why don't you have a seat?

Look, I just thought
I was doing what was best.

Don't.

(grunts)
Don't you dare.

Best for who?

WES:
Me.

I was doing
what was best for me,

like I always do.

I did it.

I-I formed the co-op.

I stole the DEA money.

Luna and Mama Joe--
they-they didn't... did nothing.

I thought I was doing best
for my people. (chuckles)

No.

I lied to myself.

Same as I lied to you.

(sighs) Huh.

You girls are the greatest gift
this life's ever given me, and

you deserve better than me.

Honey, I'm really...

I am sorry.

Mick...

Wes called me this morning.

He's ready to turn himself in.

He knows
he has to face the consequences

for what he did.

(sighs)

Mom...

please, say something.

(sighs)

Wesley Fox...

you have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do can and will
be used against...

-SKYE: Mom, please!
-TRAVIS: Skye...

...you in a court of law.

-No. Mom, don't.
-It's okay.

-It's okay. It's okay.
-Grandpa, please.

No.

* Oh, my, my *

* Every light has to die *

* Every song
that we sing has to end *

* I'm out with a lantern *

* Looking for myself tonight *

* Oh, the things
that we do to survive *

* Lord knows we try *

* Oh, I can run *

* But I can't hide *

* Walking on the pieces of *

* The things I've left behind *

* Oh, I was born *

* In this disguise... *

-(door closes)
-Mickey.

* Only took one look for you *

-Mickey.
* To make on up your mind *

It was my dad. It was my dad.

He was behind the co-op
the whole time,

and I didn't see it.

(crying):
I was so blind, Alec.

I was so blind.

So blind.

-(crying)
-(shushing)

* But I never said
I was the good guy *

* I never said
I was the good guy. *

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

(knocking)

Hey.

Heard about Wes.

I know what you must be feeling,
and, uh...

...is there anything I can do?

How's Hank?

Couple broken ribs.

Keeping him for observation.

What happened out there?
At the safe house?

Suicide by cop.
Maguire opened fire

soon as we got into range.
His knuckle-dusters

matched the bruising
on Liman Ford's skull,

and he had an outgoing call
on his cell phone

to the county jail two hours

before Frank Stokes was stabbed
to death. He was our guy.

Now he's dead.

And we don't know
who he worked for.

But we will.

I will not rest until
we find this son of a bitch.

Good.

Neither will I.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Uh, excuse me. Can I help you?

Mickey, I'd like for you
to meet my boss.

Deputy Director Eva Santos.

How do you do, Sheriff Fox?

Uh, it's very nice to meet you.

Agent Kane speaks
very highly of you.

He speaks very highly of you,
too.

If only everything I heard
about you were so positive.

-I'm sorry?
-Don't look so surprised,
Sheriff Fox.

Surely you can guess
why I'm here.

-Actually, I can't.
-Your father--

a twice-convicted federal
offender-- just confessed

to running a criminal cartel

and stealing millions of dollars
from the government,

all while living
under your roof.

And he used your uniform

in commission
of the latter crime.

I had no idea.
Alec can tell you.

Agent Kane is not conducting
this investigation.

-I am.
-Investigation?

The Department of Justice
has asked me

to conduct
a comprehensive review

of the Edgewater County
Sheriff's Office,

to determine
if your department--

and, specifically, you--
are corrupt.

Make no mistake.
If I find so much

as a whiff of impropriety,

I will personally see to it

that you are removed
from your office

and prosecuted
to the full extent of the law.

I suggest you get a good lawyer,
Sheriff Fox.

You're gonna need one.

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