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Previously on Sheriff Country...

Deputy Director Eva Santos.

Your father confessed

to running a criminal cartel,

all while living under your roof.

HANK: Unsolved homicide.

CASSIDY: I solved Zoey's case, and we're good.

Maybe I can give other families that same kind of healing.

GINA: 30-some years ago, Punch and Andy--

their mom was brutally murdered. Andy was there,

and he was never charged.

To this day, Punch wants nothing to do with his brother.

BOONE: If you're looking for someone to help you strong-arm your way

into the weed business, you could not do better

than a dirty DEA agent.

ALEC: I love you, Mickey.

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

- I think I'm in love with you. - You're my family.

That's all it's ever gonna be.

Gun!

Boone!

EVA: You know this town better than anyone.

Would you be open to a joint investigation?

What do you have in mind?

Bring in our new confidential informant.

WES: Maria?

- I thought you were dead. - Who is this?

Mickey, this is your mother.

(insects trilling)

(monitor alarm blaring)

NURSE: Dr. Galloway?

Is he still being an idiot?

I tried telling him, but he won't listen.

Lieutenant Boone, I strongly advise against this.

Am I doing this right? What am I doing here?

Boone, you got shot less than 72 hours ago.

Do me a favor?

Tell Dr. Henshaw he owes me fifty bucks.

(Boone grunts)

♪ ♪

(Boone grunts)

(exhales)

Are you sure you're okay?

- Drive. - (engine revs)

(siren whooping)

(Boone grunts)

Lieutenant Boone. Deputy Campbell.

Sheriff Jim Wade.

Welcome to Drake County.

Why don't y'all come on back?

There's an old side entrance, barely used.

That's how I brought her in.

Didn't want anyone to see her this way.

She's lucky--

bartender's a retired deputy.

When your boss passed out,

he searched her pockets looking for an ID

and found her badge. He's the one that called me.

MICKEY: Mm. Boone.

CASSIDY: Mickey, wake up.

Mm.

Cassidy?

Cassidy!

Whoa.

Have you met Sheriff Wade?

We go way back.

Although, he thinks...

(whispers): ...he's a better shot than me.

- (laughs) - 'Cause I am a better shot than you.

Okay.

Maybe just right now.

(laughs)

Boone.

- Sheriff. - CASSIDY: Come on, Mickey.

- Let's get you home. - 'Kay.

- Bye. - Hey. (clears throat)

Thank you. For your discretion.

I've known Sheriff Fox a long time.

- Isn't that right, Mickey? - Hmm?

- You've had my back a time or two. - Yeah.

I believe that makes us even.

- Not even close. - (laughs)

Lieutenant Boone.

Sheriff Wade.

Good luck.

(Skye sighs)

(faint singing)

MICKEY: ♪ Irresponsible ♪

♪ Call me ♪

- Mom. - ♪ Unreliable ♪

♪ Throw in undependable, too... ♪

WES: You had us worried sick.

Skye called Cassidy.

You get out of my house, Wes.

- Grandpa's just trying to-- - Out...

- of my damn house! - I can't!

Mickey, come on. Let's get you upstairs.

Want you out of my house.

CASSIDY: Come on.

She didn't mean it.

I'm just glad she's safe.

MICKEY: Wait, so did I tell you guys?

Spoiler alert:

my mom is alive.

- We heard. - BOONE: Whoa, whoa. Okay.

Skye told us about Eva Santos.

Yeah, well, it was high drama.

- (laughing) - Easy.

- Okay. - Oop.

CASSIDY: Okay.

- There you go. - (Mickey exhales)

- You good? - Yeah.

- Yeah... - Okay.

I messed up, Boone.

You told me how you felt.

I made the wrong choice, Nate.

Maybe...

you know...

This never happened.

What never happened?

♪ ♪

- Good morning, sunshine! - (Mickey groaning)

No...

No. Mm!

Come on. Wakey-wakey.

- I come bearing gifts. - (groans)

My dad's patented hangover cure.

Yeah.

He's still here.

I was, uh, I was worried about you, Mick.

We heard you stormed out of Santos's office.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I... I put you guys through that.

It's okay. I was, uh,

a little upset you didn't invite me.

I mean, I find out my sister's a drug kingpin,

you find out your mom's back from the dead--

I could have used a bender, too.

(both laugh)

- Ooh. - Uh, listen,

I know the last thing you want

to talk about is your dad's case.

Uh, you're right.

But Santos is still offering Wes a deal.

There is a path to freedom for him,

if you play ball

and help her take on the Bulgarian cartel.

So you want me to work with the woman

that abandoned me when I was six years old

to help the man that has

lied to me over and over again?

- I'm gonna pass. - Mickey, what did Santos say?

You thought this woman died

in the Edgewater County Jail, and then 40 years later,

she shows up and she's a Deputy Director of the DEA?

Come on, there's got to be a story there.

There is a story.

I am just not a part of it.

(shower running)

- (handle squeaks) - (water stops running)

(sighs)

(whirs)

You're going to work?

It's Friday.

Friday's a work day.

Coffee?

I already had.

You know, I just thought, given the bomb

that was dropped on you,

you might want to take a mental health day.

I'm here to talk.

About Alec, or--

I don't want to talk about Alec.

I don't want to talk about Alec ever again.

What's she like?

Why don't you ask your grandpa?

He knew her, too.

I'm asking you.

Um...

Can you please get me the half-and-half?

(sighs) Okay.

So, yesterday, we thought your mom--

my grandmother, who I've never met-- was dead,

and today we know that she's not,

and we're not even gonna talk about it?

I'll get it myself.

(scoffs)

- (sighs) - (radio beeps)

DISPATCH (over radio): Adam One, Sheriff One.

Units reporting a 10-56A,

white female subject, at the Van Hollen Dam.

(siren wailing)

DALE: Let me see my daughter! I want to see her!

Let me see my daughter!

- Donna! Let me see her. I want to see my daughter. - Dale?

- Dale! - Let me see her! I want to see her!

- Hey! - Donna!

Mickey, it's Donna. It's Donna up there.

Okay, listen. I'm gonna go,

- but you gotta wait-- - Just please, let me--

Dale! Listen to me.

All right? You gotta wait here.

All right. Go.

Mm. Sorry, sorry.

♪ ♪

Donna?

- Don't come any closer, Mickey! - It's okay, Donna.

I swear I will jump!

Donna, it's okay. You're okay.

Listen. Whatever it is you're going through,

- you don't have to do this. - Yes, I do.

I do have to do this, Mickey.

It's so messed up.

- You wouldn't understand! - Give me a chance to understand.

Donna, we all have bad days.

I-I just had a whole string of them.

Let's not make this one permanent.

Donna, your dad...

- Donna! - He cares. He loves you so much.

And Tommy, your brother, he loves you.

This whole town cares about you. I care about you, Donna.

Come down.

Come. We'll-we'll figure this out. We'll talk.

- Donna! - (Donna screams)

- (Donna screaming) - Donna!

DALE: Get out of my way!

(Mickey straining)

(groans)

- (grunting) - (yelps)

(screams)

♪ ♪

Donna, hold on!

- Let me go, Mickey. - No!

- Let me go. - (Mickey grunts)

- Get back! - (Donna screams)

Ah!

DALE: Donna!

MICKEY: All right, I got you.

- I got you, Donna. - (sobbing)

What are you doing?

I promise, I'm gonna get her some help, Dale.

- (sobbing) - Come here. (murmurs softly)

♪

(quiet chatter)

(phone buzzing)

Hey.

Checking in on Mickey. Have you heard anything?

She hasn't come in yet,

but I'll keep an eye out.

- Wait. Are you at the office? - She needs

- her people around her right now. - I know,

but you also gotta take care of yourself.

Hank's coming. Gotta go.

Was that Boone?

What were you guys talking about?

I was just updating him on the Elliot case.

Remind me to play poker with you, Campbell,

because you're a terrible liar.

I know exactly what you two were talking about.

You're planning a surprise for my birthday tomorrow.

Tomorrow's your birthday?

Right. Like you didn't know.

You see, I originally had the day off,

but then Gina put me back on the schedule,

so, obviously, you guys are doing something at the office.

I see the clues.

By the way, for the cake?

I'm a red velvet guy.

Mm.

Good to know.

Sit tight, Andy. We'll be right back.

Right here.

This is where they found Punch and Andy's mom,

28 years ago.

Mary Elliot. 44 years old,

cause of death: blunt force trauma to the head.

According to the autopsy, she was struck several times

with a heavy object, crushing her skull.

Murder weapon was never found.

Andy was the one who called 911.

He said someone attacked his mom,

but couldn't give a description.

When the deputies arrived, they found him

kneeling over her body, covered in her blood,

crying.

If it's me working the case, he's my prime suspect.

And he was.

There's no signs

of forced entry. Nothing was missing from the house.

The sheriff wanted to charge Andy,

but without a murder weapon,

the D.A. didn't like his chances

- of getting a conviction. - Punch seems to think he did it.

Sometimes Andy would hallucinate.

Sometimes get paranoid.

Look, I know you don't want to think Andy did it.

Let's buy Andy a burger

and see what he can tell us about that night.

- HANK: Oh! - CASSIDY: Oh.

Thank you.

You have a lovely home.

How's Donna? Is she okay?

(sighs) I had to have her 5150'd.

The hospital's holding her for 72 hours,

mental health eval.

Dale's beside himself.

Poor guy.

How are you holding up?

- I heard about your mom. - I'm fine.

And what about Wes? I mean, he was so in love with her.

He must have been in absolute shock.

Speaking about Wes...

the day I arrested him,

I saw the two of you talking outside the ECSO.

Did you know he was dealing again?

Mickey, your mother is alive.

Doesn't that overshadow anything your dad's done?

I'm not forgiving Wes just because an even worse parent

dive-bombed her way back into my life.

You haven't answered my question.

I'm gonna get you some aspirin.

Hi.

I heard about Donna.

Yeah. Uh, she's a great kid.

For being Deadwater Dale's daughter,

she really got it together.

Was gonna be the first in the family to go to college.

I saw her not two weeks ago. I...

didn't sense that anything was wrong.

Cut yourself some slack.

- You've got a lot going on. - Yeah. You, too.

- Surprised to see you here. - Didn't think I had a choice.

You got shot, Boone.

Take as much time as you need.

I'm talking about you, Mickey.

We scraped you off the floor last night.

Look, I get it, you got a bomb dropped on you, but I don't know

- if you're up to the job right now. - I'm sorry.

I didn't realize I was being judged.

In case you didn't realize,

I kind of got a lot

- going on right now. - Exactly.

So, if you need to take the time, then go take it.

But you're the sheriff. You don't get to be

anything less than 100 percent.

You don't get to tell me how to do my job.

I-- I'm-I'm sorry.

Boone...

Thank you.

For last night.

I'm sorry you had to see me like that.

I, uh...

I hope I didn't say anything too embarrassing.

Actually, you did.

You said...

...that the 49ers were gonna win the Super Bowl.

Dale. It's Mickey Fox. Uh...

give me a call if you want to talk about

how a psychiatric hold works.

Bye now.

We didn't get to finish our chat yesterday.

I don't think I managed to impress upon you

just how dangerous the Stoyanovs really are.

I'd love to run you through it,

especially since the last time we got a little distracted.

Yeah, it was a little "distracting"

finding out your dead mother isn't dead,

but just not interested in having a daughter.

You heard my story, Mickey.

You know it's a bit more complicated than that.

I don't have anything to say to you.

I'm not gonna join your little task force.

Don't even bother threatening me

by exposing my relationship with Alec Kane.

I was never going to use that against you.

I've hurt you too much already.

My father hurt me,

Deputy Director Santos.

You couldn't hurt me if you tried.

Mickey, something urgent

- has come up. - Yeah.

- What's up? - Nothing.

I just thought you might need an out.

You're out of the hospital.

Despite the best efforts of your boy Alec.

That's why I'm here.

Look, I don't need to tell you

how dangerous it is when a bad element

is allowed to run amok. And I know

you're familiar with the Stoyanovs

from your time in Oakland.

I need your help, Deputy Boone.

I need you to convince Mickey

- to work with me. - I don't know what's funnier,

the idea that I'd go against her wishes,

or that you think I can convince Mickey Fox of anything.

Look, just take a look.

After seeing more of the Stoyanovs' handiwork,

you don't agree with me

about the importance of this task force,

fine.

I won't bother you again.

Spoke to Mom.

Well, I tried to.

Grandpa, will you tell me what Eva said?

I don't know an "Eva."

I know a Maria.

Maria used to bounce your mother on her knee.

Maria would go with me on long walks

down Moonstone Beach.

Maria taught me how to do this.

Whole damn thing was a lie.

(grunts)

You want to know about Maria?

I got all sorts of stories.

But... "Eva"?

Ah. Don't know her.

Great. That's really helpful.

WES: Well...

Oh, my God, this family!

No one talks, no one says how they're feeling.

Will someone please tell me what my grandmother said?

She is not your grandmother!

By blood, maybe, but not 'cause she loves you.

Not in any way that matters.

Look. Look, Skye, I-I know you're curious--

Skye!

CASSIDY: Walk us through it, Andy.

In the file, it mentioned that you were asleep

and then you heard something?

Downstairs.

There were people fightin'.

People?

Yeah. My ma,

and someone else.

Man? Woman?

I don't know,

'cause they had me on a new dose of my medicine,

so I was really, like, zonked out.

I could, like, barely move.

Okay.

- Then what happened? - I heard my mom scream.

And then, like, it got really, really quiet.

And then I-I heard my mom just outside my room.

"Call 911. Call 911."

What do you think you're doing?

We're talking to Andy about your mom's case.

Hi, Punchy.

Does Mickey know about this?

Please don't get mad, Punch.

You're gonna tell me not to get mad?

I-- I-I gotta go.

CASSIDY: Andy, wait. Please.

You don't have to leave.

I was just getting him talking, Punch.

- I know you think he killed your mom-- - PUNCH: Yeah.

With good reason.

You see this scar?

Andy gave it to me,

not two weeks before the murder.

I came home and he was hitting my mom.

When I tried to pull him off, he broke my wrist.

If you don't believe me, ask Sylvia.

Who's Sylvia?

My mom's best friend.

She drove me to the hospital

while my parents tried to talk Andy down.

Look, I loved my brother.

When we were kids,

before he got sick,

I idolized him.

Now, you may think you're doing a kindness.

But trust me...

all you're doing is opening old wounds.

Your preliminary tox screen...

(sighs)

...showed a synthetic opioid

called cychlorphine in your system.

Donna, that stuff is extremely dangerous.

It's more lethal than fentanyl.

DALE: Oh, my God.

It's that boyfriend.

I bet he gave her that garbage.

So, tell me about your boyfriend, Donna.

We broke up, okay?

Michael.

His name is Michael.

What's Michael's last name?

Smith.

DALE: He's a punk.

You know what? I should go find

- that little bastard. - No. Dad, please.

I told you, we broke up.

So who gave you the drugs?

A friend.

Which friend?

I don't remember.

DALE: Kills me to say this,

but I'm glad her mother isn't alive to see this.

I know how hard it is to love an addict.

I lived it, with Skye.

She lied to me, Mickey.

The disease did.

(sighs)

She needs you, Dale.

No mom, no friends.

Her dad is all she's got in the world right now.

Just... be there for her.

(sighs heavily) Yeah.

(sniffles)

♪ I was crying in the backseat... ♪

EVA: Dios mío.

(sighs) Hello, Skye.

My name is Eva.

I'm your grandmother.

Whenever I asked my mom about you,

she would show me this photo.

Tell me what happened, Eva.

What happened that day?

YOUNG EVA: Keep stirring, Mickey.

I want to pour the vanilla!

- I want to! - Oh, hold your horses, Mickey Fox.

I'll let you pour it.

- Oh, nice. - (door opens)

- (inhales) Perfect. - Hey, babe.

- Daddy! - Mickey!

- Hey. (laughs) - (Mickey laughs)

- Oh, you making pancakes? - Mm-hmm.

Come on.

- How's the crop coming? - Great.

Sam says we got

- the sweetest leaf on the mountain. - (giggles)

(loud whirring approaches)

Mommy, why is the house shaking?

Federal agents!

- Federal agents! - On the ground, now!

Put your hands up and get down on the ground now!

- MICKEY: Daddy! - (Wes grunts)

- MARIA: Wes! - Ah!

- (grunts) - Wes!

- Don't. No, don't! Don't! - Mom!

- Mom! - Get-- Don't! Mickey! Mickey!

Mick-- Ah!

- Don't. Mickey! - (Mickey screams) - Mickey...

- Mommy! - No, please!

- Mickey! - WES: Leave her alone!

She had nothing to do with this!

She had nothing to do with this!

But-but you did have something to do with it.

Didn't you?

I didn't call the troops that day...

(sighs)

...but yes,

I did have something to do with it.

(gasps)

HANDLER: Six years.

Six years you were gone.

We thought you were dead.

- I am. - You'll wish you were dead,

when the U.S. Attorney is done with you.

I sent you to Oakland to find the Green Giant.

And what do you do?

You fall in love with the son of a bitch and have his baby?

You better lawyer up, "Maria."

'Cause you're never getting out of jail.

If you're done with your little speech,

I'll tell you how this is gonna go.

You are going to charge Wesley Fox

with simple cultivation.

I have a trafficking case--

He'll serve 24 months

in the nearest minimum-security correctional facility,

where he'll be allowed weekly visits with our daughter.

In exchange,

first, I'll give you

the name of the growers' main buyer in Oakland.

Not one person you arrested today

will give you that information.

Somebody'll roll on their neighbor.

Not in a hundred years.

Second, I'll be on the next flight to Bogotá.

Is Bill Menendez still the Agent in Charge down there?

He's a fan.

I bet he'd love to have me

on his interdiction team for the next five years.

Ten years,

before you come back stateside,

- or no deal. - That's no good.

Ten years is a lifetime--

Ten years is a one-time offer that I am

only extending because you're the best I ever trained.

And it's an offer that's coming off this table in

three... two...

Ten years.

D.C. will want a cover story.

A way to turn the page on a very embarrassing chapter.

And knowing you, I suspect you'll feel the same.

What did you have in mind?

We said you were "dead."

So maybe you should be.

♪ ♪

EVA: It's easy to question my choice.

I've done that every day for almost 40 years.

But it was either that or

your mother would have two parents

serving long sentences.

This way, I got Wes out early.

I knew that the community would be there for him.

For both of them.

Why now?

I mean, whatever I think about your choices--

and believe me, I have thoughts--

...why come back now?

I came back because...

...I have a job to do, and

I need your mom and your grandpa's help

to take down a very dangerous criminal organization.

SKYE: Whenever my mom would show me this picture,

she would say, "That's your grandmother, Skye.

That's the woman I named you after."

Skye Maria Fraley.

Now I know that Maria never existed.

And as far as I'm concerned,

neither do you.

(birds singing)

SYLVIA: Yes, I remember that day.

I had to drop something off at Mary's house

and Punch came out holding his wrist.

He said Andy did it.

Mary asked if I could take him to the hospital--

they were trying to calm Andy down.

Was Andy often violent?

No, but...

he had his bad days. I wish

I could be more help, but I didn't know

- the family too well. - Really?

Punch said you and Mary were best friends.

We...

I wouldn't say we were best friends, no.

We met each other at church.

HANK: Ms. Bekins, do you think

Andy was capable of killing his mother?

No. Andy was ill, no question.

But he was a kind soul,

and he loved his mother. Deeply.

No, Andy would never hurt Mary.

Hey, Ma. Ready to go?

Owen, these deputies were just asking about an old case.

This is my son Owen. The deputies were just leaving.

Actually, Ms. Bekins,

- we have a few more-- - I'm sorry,

I need to be at the doctor's office.

I'm afraid I have to cut this short.

- Yeah... - Thanks for talking to us, Sylvia.

We'll leave you to your day.

(quiet chatter)

Somehow, you manage to skate again.

I wouldn't say my client is "skating," exactly.

- No? What would you say? - Oh, I'd say

the U.S. Attorney was correct in dropping the charges.

I'd say it's pretty hard to win a conviction

when the investigating agent, one Mr. Alec Kane,

is both A) a criminal, and B) dead.

And I'd say you should be more careful who you hire.

Maybe try ZipRecruiter.

Travis Fraley.

Wes's lawyer,

father of your grandchild.

EVA: Alec Kane's criminality

may have tanked the case against Wes and the Co-Op,

but it didn't stop the case against your family business.

As far as the DEA is concerned,

Fraley Horizons is still a criminal organization.

Well, I guess we'll see you in court, then.

Just maybe not the next family reunion.

- Wes... - Counselor.

(Travis clears throat)

I do have one question.

Just one?

Did you sell us out?

It was my community, too, Wes--

Did you sell us out?!

No!

Me-me and you...

Was that real?

Always.

Hey, I'm a, I'm a grown man.

(exhales) A full adult. I can take it.

Slings and arrows, you know?

But, uh...

Mickey...

she was a kid.

And you broke her heart.

Yes, I did.

Once.

How many times did you do that, Wes?

(door closes)

(elevator bell dings)

- MICKEY: Hey. - Hey.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I was, uh, checking in on Donna. You?

Medical examiner asked me to come in.

Emmy?

The M.E.?

Come on. Get it?

Emmy? The M.E.?

It's fun-- Never mind.

Prisoner at Edgewater County Jail OD'd last night.

Some kind of synthetic new opioid.

It's called cychlorphine.

I'm coming with you.

Boone. What are you doing here?

Gina gave me your message. You told her--

- didn't you tell her to-- - "Send a deputy."

As in, one who wasn't in the ICU yesterday.

You really shouldn't be on your feet.

I'm cleared for light duty.

I just spoke to the doc.

- Do you want to talk to him yourself? - Maybe.

Well, he's certainly dedicated to his job.

And his sheriff.

This inmate died of an overdose.

And here's the drug that did it: cychlorphine.

It's a synthetic opioid,

several times more lethal than fentanyl.

The people making this drug distill it down

into a liquid, then they coat the pages of a book,

a magazine, a "letter from home."

When the paper is burned, the smoke is

highly intoxicating and deadly.

Santos had me read her file on the Stoyanovs.

They've been moving this stuff down in SoCal for weeks,

under the street name of "Cyclone."

Cychlorphine was found in Donna's tox screen.

Let's go talk to her.

- Thanks, Emmy. - No problem. Hey, um...

Sorry I got after you.

I'm a little under-caffeinated.

No, that's okay.

Thanks for looking out for me.

My pleasure.

Sheriff Fox.

Emmy.

MICKEY: Where's Donna Hawkins?

We had to transfer her off the secure floor.

She was complaining about stomach pains.

That's so weird.

She was here

- a minute ago. - MICKEY: Did you bring

her things down from the secure ward?

All her personal items.

Just not her phone. On 5150s,

we hold onto those.

- Her clothes aren't here. - NURSE: That doesn't make sense.

Why would she leave?

MICKEY: Somebody send her these?

NURSE: They were delivered an hour ago.

I brought them down after she got transferred.

I thought she'd like to have them.

Boone.

BOONE: Dale.

I think we know why Donna left.

They took her. They sent her that photo

to flush her out into the open.

She faked stomach pains to get off the secure floor.

They knew she would come running.

- The Stoyanovs. - (sighs)

She must've gotten mixed up with them somehow.

Dale said her boyfriend was trouble.

Maybe he just didn't know how much.

Now they have Donna and her dad.

No plates on the car. They could've taken her anywhere.

CARL: ...phone!

(stammering): Call the cops!

That little blonde stole my phone.

I mean, what is this world coming to?

When you try and do somebody a favor,

- and they just stab you-- - BOONE: Sir.

Can we help you?

That was fast.

The blonde in that room, she asked to borrow my phone.

- (phone chimes) - I turn around for one second

and she is gone.

You got to find her.

- Did you hear what I said? - We're working on it, sir.

Boone, whoever texted me is sharing their live location.

Sir, is this your phone number?

Yeah, it is.

Donna had her phone under lock and key.

She stole his. We can track her.

♪ ♪

(man screaming)

That's Dale. We can't wait for SWAT.

(grunts, exhales)

You're only cleared for light duty.

I'm from Oakland.

This is light duty.

(door handle rattles softly)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

IGGY: I gotta send flowers to get your attention?

You better tell me what I want,

or I'm gonna go old-school on your dad here.

So, what did you tell the sheriff about us?

DONNA: I swear,

I didn't tell Mickey anything.

IGGY: "Mickey," huh?

You two on a first-name basis?

DONNA: Please, you guys.

Just let us go.

We won't say anything.

I'll-I'll do what you want.

I'll do it! Uh, ask Michael!

Michael's not gonna save you now, bitch.

That fool can't even

- save himself. - Enough.

Let's torch the place and get out of here.

- No. - I'll get the gas can.

No! No!

No. No. No!

No! No!

No! No, no!

No, no, no!

(grunting)

Sheriff's office! Don't move!

Boone, I'm Code 4! Suspect down!

(Boone grunts in pain)

10-15, one in custody!

MICKEY: Sheriff One, Adam One.

Requesting Code 3 medical.

We need an ambulance, now!

MICKEY: Tell me about your boyfriend, Donna. What's his name?

Ivanov.

His name is Michael Ivanov.

He works at Little Sofia.

- The bakery? - At first, he was a...

he was a good guy.

He was... he was sweet.

But he ran with these guys-- they were into drugs,

but they didn't take them.

These guys didn't even drink.

They gave you the drugs?

It was paper, Mickey.

Paper.

First time I tried it, it was...

it was almost like a game.

Couple more times and I knew I was in trouble.

I ran up a debt.

When I told Michael I couldn't, he said

there was one thing I could do to pay him back.

There's a grow house,

up in Deadwater.

They got a bunch of girls up there.

To service the trimmers.

DONNA: They took me up there one time.

Saw some of these girls.

They're not allowed to leave.

They literally keep them locked up.

BOONE: Uh... this house.

Do you know-- you know where it is?

- Could you take us there? - I don't think so.

We drove for hours, it was way up on the mountain.

There wasn't even a road.

I begged Michael

not to make me work there.

He said there was one other thing

I could do to pay off my debt.

Bring him a couple of my friends instead.

I didn't know what to do.

Michael said they'd kill my dad if I talked to you.

Here. Have some water.

There have always been sex workers up on the mountain.

But these girls that Donna's talking about?

They're not prostitutes.

They are slaves.

And this bakery that Michael works at...

that's a front for the Stoyanovs.

They're behind all this.

Kidnapping. Synthetic opioids.

Sex trafficking.

This is...

Edgewater's never faced a threat like this.

Hey, guys. Andy and I were just

talking about Edgewater in the old days,

by which I mean the '90s.

Did you know that Pearl Jam

did an acoustic set at The Meat Up?

Before they were really big?

I was a huge fan of theirs.

And by the end of the night,

they were huge fans of mine, too,

- if you know what I mean. - Kinda wish I didn't.

Andy, we wanted to ask you about Sylvia Bekins.

Do you remember her? Punch said that

she and your mom were, like, best friends.

Oh, yeah. I mean, she and my ma, they were like sisters.

We used to get together and they used to,

uh, work on the church bulletin every Tuesday night.

- Tuesday night? - CASSIDY: Mary's murder

happened on a Tuesday night.

Yes?

Hank, you saw how cagey Sylvia was being.

Now we found out she was supposed to meet her

the night she died?

Wait...

Sylvia? Y-You think that she--

she had something to do with it?

Not necessarily, Andy. We're...

- we're just talking. - You said she was being cagey.

Do you think that

- Sylvia hurt my mom? - Andy, relax.

- Sit down. - ANDY: No.

No, she was nice.

She was my mom's friend.

Wish you never asked me about my ma getting killed.

Wish you never did any of this.

Andy...

GINA: I'll go. I'll go. Andy...

You always want to believe in our better angels, Cassidy.

I mean, it's your superpower.

But these unsolved cases can get messy.

Speaking of messy...

You know my brother's a deputy over in Drake County.

Well, he was working third watch last night.

He said the sheriff over there brought Mickey in, late.

And she was smashed.

Wow.

You knew.

That's what you and Boone were talking about this morning.

There's no surprise party.

I'm sorry, Hank. There is no surprise party.

(sighs)

- And you can't tell a soul-- - I'm not gonna say jack.

And it's not about the surprise party,

- that's not the point. - (chuckles) Okay.

You don't trust me.

After all we've been through, you don't trust me.

- Hank, don't be like that-- - No, no, no.

You, Mickey, Boone, you got your little club, that's fine.

But for the record, as soon as I heard,

I told you. Because I trust you.

Kind of essential for a working relationship.

And you know what? Yeah.

It's a little bit about the surprise party.

♪ ♪

(panting)

(grunts)

(groans)

Ah...

Oh...

(sighs)

(exhales)

MICKEY: I've asked you both here tonight

because I remembered something.

Through all the drama

and all the BS you two have put me through,

I've had one constant in my life.

This town.

You two came and went,

but not the people of Edgewater. They stood by me.

They protected me. They kept me safe.

For as long as I've been in this office,

I have been trying to return the favor.

And tonight, that job

just got a lot more difficult.

I'm in.

I will help you take down the Stoyanovs.

Not for you...

but for Edgewater.

I'm glad to hear it.

Unfortunately, with the case

against your father falling apart,

I have no leverage to make him cooperate.

Screw your leverage.

You can count me in.

- Really? - Yes.

You'd risk your reputation as a career criminal

to work with the government?

Hey, unlike you...

there are some things more important to me

than my reputation.

♪ I ain't looking for, looking for ♪

♪ Permission... ♪

So, we're doing this, then?

We're doing this.

(chuckling): This is gonna be a trip, man.

- Oh... - ♪ Looking for ♪

♪ Permission. ♪

(insects trilling)

- MAN: Get back here! - (woman panting)

♪ ♪

- She went this way! - (whimpering)

Get her. Get her!

Oh!

- (woman grunts) - Stop!

No, please, don't!

Don't take me back to that house, please!

MAN 2: Yeah, do it!

(whimpers softly)

♪ ♪

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