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Previously on Sheriff Country...

All of these women went missing

within a few days of the Blood Moon Festival.

This is your sister.

I think whoever killed Jessica Winters

took my sister Zoey.

I think this town has a serial killer on the loose.

The Blood Moon Festival is his hunting ground.

Put eyes on Van Wainwright.

His lawyer's on the way.

You go home.

I need you fresh for tomorrow.

Hey, Mom. I'll come by the house at 8:00 for breakfast.

I love you.

Cassidy Campbell? I'm Deputy Fox.

I know someone called, but I'm fine.

I have to come in.

It's standard protocol for domestic disturbances.

I was just cleaning up.

I'm from Deadwater.

I thought all plates came with cracks

till I was seven.

You're from Deadwater?

Don't let the getup fool you.

Is he still here?

He left.

Um, and I'm fine.

Uh, I'm sorry you had to come out here, Deputy.

Mickey.

I got nowhere else I got to be.

Really, it's nothing.

I overreacted.

Is that what he tells you?

I, uh...

I don't know.

I don't know anymore, I just...

I keep thinking that I'm forgetting something,

but I can't remember.

I'm so tired, and he won't let me sleep.

I just can't think. I...

Hey, hey, hey, Cassidy, it's okay.

Just breathe with me, okay?

In for four, out for four.

There you go. Just breathe.

- Okay, sit down. - Okay.

You're not overreacting.

He's lying to you.

He's losing control, and he's scared.

He doesn't want you to know how strong you are.

I'm pathetic.

What kind of person lets somebody do this to them?

Hey.

I know how hard it was for you to ask for help,

but you did it, you called.

There's a women's shelter.

It's open 24 hours...

No, I can't. I'm sorry.

I'm not ready. I'm-I'm sorry you had to

- waste your time, Deputy. - Hey.

I have a two-apology limit, and you're pushing it.

Don't make me detain you.

What's the name of the street that you lived on growing up?

What street? I don't know.

Canary Road. Why?

This is my cell.

Anything happens, you call me, day or night.

If you're in danger,

if you can't speak freely, you say "canary,"

I'll know it's you,

and I will come find you, Cassidy.

We know at least two of the missing girls

knew Van Wainwright before they vanished.

Yeah, it's circumstantial, but...

Boone, there are receipts,

- plane tickets, - Yeah, yeah.

photos of him in Berlin, Marseille.

If he wasn't even in the country

when three of the women went missing,

he can't be the Blood Moon Killer.

So, back at square one.

Anybody seen Cassidy?

I sent her home.

- What's up? - Her mom is here.

- Laurie? - Mm-hmm.

- Why? - I don't know.

I ducked out the moment I saw her.

She seems...

like she always seems.

Woman's got one gear. Worked up.

It's okay, Laurie, I'm here. What's going on?

I woke up to a voicemail from Cassidy.

It was so strange.

I tried calling her, got nothing.

I went over there, nothing.

I'm telling you, Mickey,

- I got a bad feeling. - It's okay, Laurie.

It's okay. Can you play us the message?

Hey, Mom.

It's me. I know it's late,

but I need to tell you something.

I'll come by the house at 8:00 for breakfast,

just like we used to.

I love you.

Canary.

LAURIE You see what I mean?

What's canary, Mickey? Where's Cassidy?

Mickey, where's Cassidy?

Um, I don't know.

She's... hasn't come in yet today.

Something's happened.

- I know it's something bad. - We don't know that yet, Laurie.

Don't lie to me.

She only became a cop because of you.

Let us get into it, Ms. Campbell,

and-and we'll call you as soon as we know anything.

Okay.

That message... that message was for me.

What do you mean? That-that voicemail was for her mom.

Canary. It's a distress call.

We have to find her.

Cassidy!

She actually turned that heap of parts into a car.

Boss, cruiser looks untouched.

Doors are locked.

Are we sure this is where Cassidy was

- when it happened? - When what happened?

All we have is one weird voicemail

and Laurie freaking out, as usual.

Shh!

What's that clicking sound?

Liquor store's neon sign is on the fritz.

That sound is in the voicemail.

We're in the right place.

This is where Cassidy was last night.

All right, Hank, talk to the store owner.

See if he caught anything on camera.

Yes, boss.

Okay.

So, from the message,

we know that Cassidy got out of the car,

closed the door.

She walks towards the house.

There's this, uh, sound, crackling sound.

Like a, almost like a...

Taser. Taser.

Yes.

And then there's a thud.

Like she fell and hit her head.

No blood in the driveway, no blood here.

What about, uh...

Boone.

Call Dispatch now.

We need a crime scene unit here.

- Is that blood? - I need Forensics at...

Oh, my God, he took her.

- Did you get the video? - The Blood Moon Killer--

he must've realized Cassidy was onto him...

Hank, did you get the video?

The owner wouldn't give it to me.

He said not without a warrant.

Let's go.

Did I stutter? I said no warrant, no video.

Hi there. Roy.

I don't know if Deputy Iglesias made himself clear.

Your video could save a deputy's life.

That's not my problem.

What is your problem, Roy?

My problem?

Nine months you guys shut me down,

all 'cause I didn't check a few IDs.

I could've lost everything.

That's my problem. Now, if you don't mind...

Oh, tough guy.

What are you gonna do, tough guy, rough me up?

What the hell are you doing?

That's it. I'm gonna...

You're gonna what?

You gonna call the cops?

Like I said, your video

could save a deputy's life.

Whatever, fine, take it.

Just a bunch of thugs.

What'd you call me?

Say it again. Say it!

That's him.

It's the Blood Moon Killer.

Quiet. Turn around, turn around,

turn around, turn around, turn around.

Cassidy Campbell was abducted at 12:21 a.m.

We believe she was taken by the Blood Moon Killer.

Earlier in the day,

she discovered the remains of two of his victims.

We believe that he took Deputy Campbell--

Cassidy--

in order to stop our investigation in its tracks.

That was a mistake.

We will make him regret it.

It's been ten hours and 58 minutes since she was taken.

Nobody sleeps till Cassidy is home safe.

A blue CR-V tailed her

from the time that she left the Blood Moon Festival.

The windows are tinted.

Look at the way the light bounces off the license plate.

Could be photoblocking spray.

The CR-V just disappears after it leaves her house.

It's like the killer knew all the blind spots.

The data from the cell towers came back.

There were no pings after Cassidy was grabbed.

He must've ditched her SIM card.

The land where the Deadwater victims were found

belonged to an Ed Ferguson.

He was in federal prison when most of the girls were taken,

and that's where he died three years ago.

Another dead end.

Call Social Services.

I want every scrap of information

that they have on those missing girls.

He's gonna kill me.

If you're here, he's gonna kill me.

Oh, my God.

You're Jane Yarrow.

The last girl to go missing.

"Out with the old, in with the new."

Have you been down here for two years?

Dana, Jessica, Maggie.

And if...

if you're here...

If you're h... here, he's gonna...

- he's gonna kill... - Jane.

Breathe.

In for four counts, out for four counts.

Do it with me.

I'm a cop, Jane.

How do you know the names of all the missing girls?

She had the biggest laugh.

Jane.

Every time, I'd wonder how such a big sound

was coming from...

Sorry.

- Any word on Cassidy? - Not yet.

Is that all of it, Stephanie?

Every girl who passed through Social Services

between ages 18 and 26.

I knew Maisie and Zoey, too,

so if you have any questions.

You spoke to Cassidy last night.

Did she say anything?

Anything about any leads that she was chasing down?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

She was very interested in someone who knew Maggie Shipley.

Van Wainwright.

We ruled him out this morning.

This is very helpful.

Yeah, shutting off the stove

after the house burned down.

I should get a medal.

Stephanie, this isn't on you.

Two of these girls-- they were taken

before you even joined DSS and...

I could've paid better attention,

noticed they were missing sooner.

Five of those girls were unhoused,

four of them runaways...

Please stop.

I know you're trying to make me feel better, but

those girls had no one.

I was supposed to keep them safe, and I failed.

They died on my watch.

The least I can do is own it

instead of making excuses.

Nine girls.

He's done this to nine girls.

Maisie--

the girl before me--

her fingers were bloody

from scratching her name in.

I asked her why she did it,

and she said that she h-hoped

that I would never find out.

And then, two days later,

he came for her, and now I get it.

Listen to me, Jane.

Your name will never be on that wall.

I'm gonna get us out of here.

But how?

Tell me everything.

Everything you know about him.

- What's his name? - I don't...

I don't know his name.

He told me to

call him Father.

- What does he look like? - Uh,

dark hair...

kind of average height, I guess.

I-I don't know. I...

Knees.

I know why you won't show me your face.

The same reason why you took me.

I was getting too close.

And you want to know what the sheriff knows about you.

Everything.

She knows everything.

Get ready for a knock at your door,

you sick son of a bitch!

She's lying.

They... they don't know anything.

She doesn't even know your name.

Pray you never see my face.

If you do,

it'll be the last thing you ever see.

I've seen this-- the third eye--

I've seen this symbol before somewhere.

Yeah, so has everyone in town.

The Festival logo.

No, that's not it.

Is Van Wainwright still in holding?

Tell me about that symbol.

You're kidding, right?

You accuse me of being a serial killer

'cause some drunk girl

couldn't keep her hands off me, and...

now you want my help?

- I'm not telling you jack. - Hey.

Watch your tone.

You know what, Boone, he's right.

Thank you. Finally.

I seem to remember your hands around that poor girl's neck.

Maybe attempted murder is better.

Wh-what... No, what?

That's... that's a lie.

Who's the D.A. gonna believe?

A sex offender taking advantage

of a poor, drunk girl

or the cop that brought him in?

C...

Come on.

She asked you about the eye.

Okay, fine.

Most people think it's some hippie nonsense,

but it's not.

It's the Eye of Judgment.

It symbolizes being a moral arbiter,

having the right to decide between good and evil.

Used to be on the old county seal.

Oh, you're welcome!

Hey. It is one thing

to put the squeeze on Roy for the footage, but this--

trumping up charges-- it's not normally your style.

Nothing about this case is normal.

This killer's been ahead of us every step of the way.

The obscured license plates, the tinted windows,

the-the missing cell tower data.

So, he's careful.

He knows where the traffic cameras are gonna be, Boone.

That's not careful.

That's experience.

We've been asking ourselves,

"How could this killer sneak his victims

out of the festival without anyone noticing?"

when the question we should've been asking is

"What if he didn't sneak them out?"

What if he walked them out

and nobody thought to question his authority?

And the answer is right here.

The Eye of Judgment.

Boone, I think we're looking for a cop.

We know that the Blood Moon Killer's been active

for 20 years, and if your theory is right--

if he's a cop or was a cop--

then he's got to be close to retirement.

Now, on the active roster, that leaves

Bates, Mendoza, Bosko.

Bates and Mendoza, both women.

It doesn't fit the profile. This guy hates women.

And Bosko has a bad back.

He's been on desk duty for years.

Not our guy.

I may have something.

The killer's obsessed with the Blood Moon, right?

So, I called the festival,

asked if any former deputies had worked security there

- over the years. - Smart.

Three names came back.

One guy is 82, I doubt he's even allowed to drive at night.

Now, the second guy retired at 30,

but the third guy might work.

He's in his 60s but he's in good health.

Wait, wait, the guy who retired at 30--

was he injured or...

Ellis Monroe.

Wait, he got into an altercation with Wainwright yesterday.

He didn't want to make a big stink,

but Wainwright decked him.

When Cassidy and Punch and I were talking about the killer,

Ellis was there.

Yeah, he retired, all right.

After a woman and her teen daughter, Romy Hale,

filed a complaint.

Doesn't say why.

Track down Romy, bring her in.

Sorry.

It's okay.

I'm not mad.

I thought Jessica was his first victim.

I never even knew about Dana.

The terror that they must have felt.

What you lived through the past two years.

I know getting out of here seems impossible,

but, Jane, we have to try.

She was lucky.

Your sister.

At least she had you up there.

Nobody even noticed that I was gone.

Is that what he told you?

Marisol Diaz, the intake aide at the shelter,

reported you missing.

Mama D.?

She said you sang "Silent Night"

at the holiday party.

She said you had the most beautiful voice

she'd ever heard.

No, but he...

he told me that nobody was looking.

That no one cared.

I was looking for you.

And I can get us out of here.

But we have to trust each other.

Or we're dead.

So, who'd Ellis kill?

Why do you think he killed somebody?

'Cause ever since that night, I've been waiting

to get pulled into a room like this one

and asked about Deputy Monroe.

Tell us what happened, Romy.

In-in your own words.

I was a junior at Eel River High.

I wrote for the school paper.

Wanted to be the next Katie Couric or something.

And, uh, one day, I stayed late after school,

missed the bus and so I started walking.

Couple blocks in, guess who pulls up next to me?

Ellis Monroe.

Squad car and everything.

And he said he'd give me a ride home,

and I hesitated.

Forty-minute walk in the dead of winter, and I hesitated.

- Why? - Uh, gut feeling?

Survival instinct?

Whatever it was, I didn't want to get in that car.

But I did.

Mostly 'cause his daughter was sitting in the passenger seat.

Ellis has a daughter?

Dana.

I knew her from around.

She was sweet, so I got in.

And at first, uh, everything was fine.

Ellis was, you know, nice, normal.

And after a few minutes, Ellis pulled over,

and Dana jumped out.

And, uh...

Then he got creepy.

Creepy how?

What did he do?

He started asking me questions.

- Do you have a boyfriend? - If I had a boyfriend.

Have you had sex?

If we'd had sex.

And I just froze.

And then I saw...

What?

Dana's backpack.

She'd left it behind.

And it was covered in butterflies.

Yeah, the girl was obsessed.

She had butterflies on everything.

So, I tried changing the subject,

asking him about Dana and the butterflies.

You know what he said?

I bet everyone buys your little innocent act.

I see what you are, deep down.

No.

I know what girls like you really need.

And that's when I realized

we were going in the wrong direction.

We weren't going toward my house.

And then, thank God, my mom called.

I've never picked up the phone faster.

I told her that Deputy Monroe

was kind enough to give me a ride home.

And once you said that, Ellis had to drop you off.

And the next day, my mom came here and filed a complaint.

And Ellis was fired or... I don't know,

maybe he was allowed to resign, I don't know.

But I always knew that someday I'd be getting a call.

Father?

May I use the bathroom?

Can I have some water?

Come on, I haven't had anything to drink for hours now.

Please.

Father, can I have some water?

Help me!

Please, Jane!

Aah!

Aah!

Get in here! Now.

Did you get it?

You did good.