Original subtitles

Previously on Sheriff Country...

- How are my stitches holding up? - [shushing]

Does the sheriff not know

that you opened your wound back up?

You asked me to cover the Mary Elliot case,

which I did,

- when I was on desk duty! - You are dismissed!

CASSIDY: What kind of person lets

somebody do this to them?

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

But you did it. You called.

I think I came back too quick.

I think I'm gonna take a week. Maybe two.

Take whatever you need.

ROBERTO: All right.

Read 'em and weep.

- [gamblers groan] - [laughs]

Oh, come on, boys. No one likes a sore loser.

Should we take it up with the host?

You are the host, Roberto.

In that case, then...

[laughs]

Thank you, gentlemen.

I'll be back.

GAMBLER: Always taking our money.

- [door closes] - ♪ ♪

[laughing]

[exhales]

♪ ♪

All right, nobody move and you won't get hurt!

- [gunfire stops] - [pants zip]

MICKEY: Okay, your job as a leader

is to set an example.

Inspire your team to follow in your footsteps.

That's what I try to do,

every single day that I wear this badge.

As Sun Tzu once said--

TRAVIS: Whoa, whoa. You're going with

The Art of War for the 9-year-old

Edgewater Eagle-Ettes getting their leadership badges?

Don't underestimate them.

Maybe something a little less profound.

Maybe a little more juice boxes and cookies?

Guiding the next generation of female leaders

is a big responsibility.

They deserve my best insights.

They do.

[clears throat]

What is going on with you?

Skye is, uh... worried.

She said you're very, um, "Sad Boy"? Her words.

- [chuckles] -So how's the law practice going?

Well, the Fraley name's radioactive

since the Miranda fiasco,

so no one's calling, no one's returning my calls.

But other than that, things are great.

It'll blow over. You're a good lawyer, Travis.

DISPATCH [over radio]: Adam One, we have reports of shots fired

- at Butte Street Social Club. - Adam One, copy.

- ♪ ♪ - BOONE: My Dad's always been

big into cooking,

which is how I became tiramisu-per

- in the kitchen. - [snorts]

[Hank laughing]

Sorry. Pretend I'm not here.

Hey, I am grateful for the laugh.

Hank, there's a bunch of empty tables in here.

This is my best vantage point.

I promised Cassidy I'd swoop in on her blind date

if she needs a rescue.

She'll scratch her nose,

then I'll call with a fake "emergency."

I'm thinking "my kitten's stuck in a tree."

Or "I'm being abducted by aliens."

Hey, Mick.

- Where are you? - I'm, uh, I'm on a date.

Trying this new thing where,

when it's my day off, I actually take my day off.

Oh! Wow, that's... that's great.

- Everything okay? - Yeah, totally.

Uh, just-- we got a call.

Don't worry about it. Enjoy your date.

Uh, tell Emmy I said hi. Bye.

[Travis chuckles]

[chuckles] A date. Wow.

Boone doesn't take many days off.

How you gonna survive if your work husband gets a life?

I don't know what you mean by that.

- Hmm. - Taking downtime is

a very normal thing

that I definitely also do.

Hey, can you double-check that for grammar?

- Sure. - Thanks.

Oh, it's like high school all over again.

Look, I'm not saying she's "crazy," I'm just saying

that she definitely didn't get how important

tracking the Warriors' defensive strategy was for me.

That sounds hard.

How about you? What was the craziest relationship

- you've ever been in? - I, um...

I haven't been in anything real for a while now.

But when you were?

I had an ex a long time ago who was bad.

Like... bad bad.

I get that. I dated a Lakers fan once.

Bitch had mad gold digger vibes.

Yeah, okay. I will be right there.

[mouthing]

You can never be too careful with some women, you know?

I mean, not you. I'm not saying that about you.

- Right. - Hey.

So sorry to interrupt, but

the boss man needs us back at the office.

- Big meeting. - Oh, no! But my-- but my date.

Yeah. Yeah.

I have-- I have to run.

- Seriously? - It was lovely to meet you.

- Bye now. - Wait...

Thank you so, so much.

I'm sorry, I couldn't help overhearing.

Wasn't totally sure you needed the save--

No, your instincts were dead-on.

- I'm Cassidy, by the way. - Andre.

Not a basketball fan. Strictly a football guy.

Right. Well... thanks again.

If I could ever return the favor...

If you could ever save me from a bad date?

Obviously, I don't want you to have a bad date--

I'm actually kinda hoping I do,

if it means I get to see you again.

Soon as he pulled, we served him the Deadwater Special,

both barrels.

- [cackles] - That's great.

Any distinguishing features?

Clothes? Tattoos?

Mm, just the motorcycle helmet.

- Sheriff... - Yeah.

Every one of them seem to have their carry cards.

Well, that's because the ones that didn't

were smart enough to leave before we arrived.

It looks like it was a foiled attempt to rob a card game.

Suspect's long gone.

So, no charges, then?

I didn't say that.

Are you Roberto?

Oh, for a lady as gorgeous as you?

Seven days a week.

Okay. I spoke to one of your players.

Kenny? Great guy.

- Mm. Hmm? - He said that

you put together this card game for a fee.

That makes this an illegal card game.

"Illegal" is a little bit strong, don't you think?

What's your last name, Roberto?

- Come on, Sheriff-- - Come on. Let me see some ID.

[sighs]

Name is Iglesias.

- I-G-L... - Oh.

- Uncle Roberto! - Oh. Hey, hey.

Ah.

I'm okay, kid. I'm okay.

Just getting acquainted with your boss, here.

She's mad at me.

This is your uncle?

He called me.

Said there was a shooting.

Yeah. It's a miracle nobody got killed.

Your uncle was conducting an illegal card game.

Well, well, well, Sheriff...

Okay.

I know how tight you and Hank are.

You guys are practically family, right?

Which makes me a friend of the family.

What do you say we keep this one off the books?

Uncle Roberto...

- Excuse me? - ROBERTO: Well, I'm sure

you've looked the other way,

your dad being an ex-con.

Hank told me everything about your family.

Oh. Yeah?

Did he tell you I arrested my dad?

- Nope. I never told you I would cover up for you.

Mickey, I would never say that.

Ever.

- [Roberto groans] - Roberto Iglesias,

I am placing you under arrest

- for operating an illegal card game.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, Hank.

Be a good nephew and scoop up my bail money.

[sighs]

EMMY: So. You have a dad.

BOONE: Most people do.

I just haven't heard you talk much about him.

Does he ever come visit?

Don't talk about my dad when I'm trying to kiss you.

♪ ♪

[whispers]: We should probably let Amber get home.

Uh-huh.

Come back to my place?

Nate, I want to.

I do. I just...

I feel like I'm still getting to know you,

and that is important before we...

Of course. I respect that.

I just want to keep hanging out.

- Respectfully. - [laughs]

[Boone chuckles]

Hey, how about tomorrow?

I've got the whole weekend off.

Mm. Sorry. I have to work.

There's a John Doe with my name on it.

I could come there.

You really want to spend your day off in the morgue?

I want to spend my day off with you.

HANK: You asked my boss,

the literal sheriff, to drop charges against you.

It's a misdemeanor.

When you heading back to Drake County?

Once I say hello to my old lady, I'll be outta your hair.

Which of your many old ladies are you here to see this time?

Paula Raskin.

Tuna Paula?

She used to make us dinner all the time

and then she just stopped. What...

what happened to her?

Well, her husband had some funny ideas

- about her and me. - Oh.

Look, with you and your brother,

after a while

I kind of got the hang of making dinner.

And... and everything else.

- Whoa! - What?

- What are you doing? - What? I'll eat around it--

It's bacon. It's all mixed in.

I already had to bail you out.

Please do not make me take you to the hospital.

Fine.

You have your EpiPen, right?

Always, Mother. Always.

Oh. Thank you so much.

That's my cue.

I'll wait for you in the car.

[chuckling]

No, please. Allow me.

No, I insist.

[chuckling]

- [gunshots] - [yelping]

[patrons screaming]

[engine revs]

- Are you hit?! - No, no.

- Are you okay? - I'm fine. I'm fine.

That wasn't a robbery

- last night, Uncle Roberto. - Huh?

I think someone's trying to kill you.

♪ ♪

I agree with your nephew, Mr. Iglesias.

Someone is definitely trying to kill you.

And given his brazenness,

he's gonna try again.

Well, lucky for me, he's a crap shot.

You may not take your safety seriously, but I do.

This situation is putting you

and everybody else in my town at risk.

Now, I have deputies working the scene.

In the meantime,

do you know of anybody who could want to hurt you?

- [chuckles] - Who might be holding a grudge?

I can think of one or two.

Names, phone numbers.

Anyone who might know you're in town.

MICKEY: Until we find whoever's doing this,

I strongly advise you stay in the ECSO for your own safety.

I have no interest in dying, okay?

Hey. Heard about the shooting. I was just checking in.

Yeah, thanks, Boone.

Come on, Uncle Roberto.

You and I could use another cup of coffee.

You have anything stronger?

HANK: i¡Tío!

ROBERTO: What?

Why didn't you call me?

It's still your day off.

I figured you had plans with Emmy.

Yeah, sure, but I could tag in.

She would understand. This is Hank's uncle.

Actually, uh, if it's not too big of an ask,

- I could really use you. - Yeah.

It's your day off.

No. Go do your thing.

- Mickey... - We're covered.

- Are you sure? - Yep.

- Well, call me if you need me. - Mm-hmm.

Okay.

EMMY: Meet John Doe.

Estimated age: late 50s.

Cause of death: acute myocardial infarction.

BOONE: Really?

Could've just said "heart attack."

I get paid by the syllable.

Now I just need to figure out who he is.

He was found near the midpoint of the Shore Crest hiking trail.

No ID.

No one with him.

- No car in the parking lot. - Bit of a mystery, huh?

Sounds like my kind of day off.

- What? - [both chuckle]

Most deputies want nothing to do

with the John and Jane Does of Edgewater.

I usually end up working these cases alone.

I'm kind of the last stop for most of them.

Dr. Henshaw calls me "the Keeper of the Unclaimed."

You take this seriously, don't you?

If I don't, no one else will.

Let's get to work.

Hey. Extra tough Wordle today?

Try "adieu."

Hey, Travis. What are you doing here?

Oh, just dropping off Mick's speech. You good?

I got a guy's number last night

and I'm trying to decide whether I should text him or not.

Okay.

- Do tell. - [laughs]

I mean,

he was really good-looking.

And he seemed really nice.

And I had a great feeling about him in the moment.

But my "great feelings" about guys

haven't always led to good places, so...

I'm gonna choose not to take that personally.

I meant...

Brock.

Right. Sorry.

I didn't mean to joke.

Look, Cass, I know he hurt you,

but that was a long time ago.

You are in a much better place.

I know.

But still...

I don't know if I can trust my gut.

LAURIE: Cassidy.

Mom.

What are you doing here?

Baby, everything I've worked for,

they're trying to take away from me.

- You-you gotta help me-- - Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down, Mom. Travis, can you give us a minute?

- Of course. - Wait.

Travis? Uh--

Travis the lawyer, who you told me all about?

I'm not doing much lawyering these days, Mrs. Campbell,

but guilty as charged.

Oh, thank God. I need your help.

Thank you for agreeing to come in.

Can you tell me about your relationship

- with Roberto Iglesias? - [Stu chuckles]

My old gambling buddy.

Talk about a grade-A dirtbag.

DAN: Nothing's ever his responsibility.

We were opening a restaurant.

I put up every dollar I had to lock down the space.

He welched.

Relationship? It was an affair.

They weren't my wedding vows.

STU [over speaker]: Roberto is convincing as hell.

Charming like you wouldn't believe.

But he doesn't give a damn

about the wreckage he leaves behind.

- I know the type. - I left my husband,

and as soon as I did, Roberto took off.

I mean, my marriage was over. Fine.

But my kids-- they still won't speak to me.

Do you give a damn about anyone but yourself?

You got some nerve asking me that.

- I raised you, boy. - Yeah, I grew up.

Was kind of hoping you did, too,

but you haven't changed at all.

You just keep taking advantage of people who trust you.

Yeah, I...

I can't even look at you right now. Just...

go.

[Roberto chuckles]

DAN: I was mad, yeah.

I started working out. It's much better for me.

I'm much more zen now. Just-- [inhales]

[exhales] Trying not to carry that anger.

BOONE: All right.

Maybe we got something here.

Oh, my gosh.

- I love this book. - The Hobbit?

- You are looking at a total Ring nerd. -Oof.

Growing up, my sister and I made Hobbit fan films.

My Elvish was superb.

I would kill to see those.

I bet you would.

And you?

Do any backyard theatre with a sibling?

I'm an only child.

But my mom was into creative stuff like that.

My dad-- my dad wasn't, uh,

big into arts.

What kind of stuff would you and your mom do together?

You got something?

Uh...

This residue, it's all over his sandals.

I think it's salmonberry.

They only grow on a couple of specific hiking trails.

Shore Crest Trail leaves Edgewater here,

but then here, it splits off in two directions,

and these stretches are where salmonberry is usually found.

I minored in botany.

Huge fan of photosynthesis.

Okay, so he was either hiking

through Pineville or Cribb Valley.

Cribb Valley's been closed since the fire.

Which leaves us with only one trail where John Doe could've

encountered the salmonberries.

Are you trying to put me out of a job?

Maybe.

I'll call the shuttle service at the Pineville trailhead.

All right, I let those folks go.

They had alibis, but we should still run 'em down.

You take Dan and Janet, and...

Where's Roberto?

Hank.

Sorry.

I was texting Chang.

He's gonna pull social media for all of our persons of interest--

Where did Roberto go?

We kind of got into it,

so we decided to take some space.

He was in the bullpen earlier. I'm sure he's there.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

There should never be space

between a deputy and a murder target.

War room.

He's not there.

MICKEY: Have you seen Mr. Iglesias?

About ten minutes ago.

A man came in and they left together.

- And you just let them go? - Hank,

your uncle just walked out of this ECSO

with an unidentified man.

I hope, for all our sakes, it's not the same man

that's been taking shots at him all day.

Your uncle had several attempts on his life. By a shooter.

That puts all of Edgewater at risk.

I didn't think he would leave.

You have a blind spot, Hank.

He's family, I get it.

But that's no excuse.

I knew I should've tapped in Boone.

He never would've been so careless.

I wasn't being careless.

I made a mistake.

Sorry I'm not Boone.

There, there.

- Freeze it. - [deputy taps key]

Can you enlarge it?

There's a parking pass on the dash.

"Edgewater Memorial Hospital."

We need to get to Edge Med.

Okay. The county is charging you with a misdemeanor

for operating a hair salon without a license.

- But I filled out the forms. - CASSIDY: It's okay, Mom.

Travis is on it.

Well, I've asked the assigned prosecutor

to come down and talk it over with us.

He should be here any minute.

They can't do this to me, Cassie.

That business means everything to me.

- I know, Mom. - MAN: Mr. Fraley?

TRAVIS: Oh, hey. No,

- please, call me Travis. - All right.

You must be the new assistant prosecutor.

- Yeah. - Andre?

You're prosecuting my mom?

Oh.

BOONE: I know this must be hard to hear.

But the shuttle service that dropped him off

at the trailhead helped us to ID him.

Frank Handy.

EMMY: You were the only next of kin we could find.

We're so sorry.

When you're ready to claim your father's body,

- I can help coordinate-- - I can't

claim his body.

I know this is a big shock, Jennifer.

Maybe in a few days...

I don't think I can handle any of that. I just--

It's too much.

Don't you want to say goodbye?

She's his only living relative.

You're his daughter.

Don't you want to be there for your dad?

You're not gonna get a do-over on this.

I love my father.

I'm sure that Jennifer will do what is right for her.

MEG: Okay.

PAULA: Ah, careful there, Meg.

Just 'cause I'm dying doesn't mean

I can't kick your butt.

Three Jacks!

- [Roberto chuckles] - How do you keep beating me?

You tuck your hair behind your ear

anytime you're bluffing. It's been your tell

- as long as I've known ya. - Hey, another round?

Oh, thank you.

Roberto, here, get-get comfy.

Here, let me have your jacket.

Give me it.

Sorry to interrupt, Drew, Meg.

PAULA: Enrique!

Look at you, all grown up in your uniform.

It's good to see you, Paula.

You mind if I borrow this one?

Sheriff Fox would like a word.

Look, I have a team of deputies out there doing their damnedest

trying to figure out who wants you dead.

In the meantime, it is not safe for you here.

Ah, just let 'em finish the game.

Do you understand the gravity of your situation?

Paula and I have been in and out

of each other's lives forever.

This goodbye means a lot to me.

Besides, it's good for her to see Hank.

Without her help,

I would have not figured out how to take care of him.

Wait, you raised Hank?

Oh, yeah. Him and his brother both.

Their parents were mixed up in some really bad stuff.

You think I'm bad? [laughs]

So, Hank and Elio became mine.

Hank is a great kid.

Always trying to make bad things better.

Even when he was eight, tryin' to act 20,

to be brave for his brother.

And that? That's not a small thing.

All the more reason for us to keep you safe.

Hank shouldn't have to lose any more family.

Yeah, fine. Fine. I-I'll come with you.

Just... do me a favor, Sheriff.

Don't let the mistakes of an old fool define him.

CASSIDY: The county messed up.

I'm afraid they didn't.

Then your office messed up.

Just do the right thing and fix it.

ANDRE: Look, I get that you want to believe your mom

couldn't have made a mistake, but she did.

It's not a big deal. It happens.

And this business has made a huge difference in her life.

She can pay her bills, she wakes up

excited every day. I've seen it.

But the law is the law.

I'm glad I didn't text you.

Thank you for showing me your true colors. Bullet dodged.

- Uh... - [clears throat]

Um... Uh, sorry, could I just have a moment?

Deputy?

Great, so...

it looks like, because of a new requirement added this year,

that your mom did submit an incomplete application.

- I did? - She did?

You've been operating a business without a license.

I'm gonna go.

I'm gonna go try and fix that.

What was that about a bullet you dodged?

We were supposed to go on a date.

- I was standing up for you! - Hard as you were on him?

I don't think that was just about me.

I've done so much work on myself.

I thought I was ready to meet someone.

To put myself out there. But...

Cassie, what Brock did to you...

[Cassidy sighs]

...that'll always be a part of you.

But don't forget all the other parts, too.

The brave,

fearless, hopeful parts.

That's part of you, too.

Thanks.

EMMY: So, that was a little intense.

It's not a big deal.

Actually, it kind of is for me.

I do this thing where,

when my John Does have no one,

I hold a little memorial service.

Try my best to honor their lives.

So, when they do have someone, and that person

can't even be bothered to show up?

You're angry.

No, I'm not.

Yeah, you are.

You're angry with me. It's fine. Be angry.

Just... also be honest.

Okay. It is not your job...

...or mine...

...or anyone's job to tell a child

how to grieve a parent.

What child?

I don't know. Nothing. Never mind.

I don't know. Sorry.

You know, I'm-- I'm working really hard here.

But every time I try to get in, you shut down.

I want to know you.

I need to feel like that is at least possible.

Don't make me look for you again. Mickey...

- Yeah. - About earlier...

I never should've let him out of my sight. I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I know how hard this job is when things get personal.

The only reason I'm able to recover

is Boone is usually there to snap me out of it.

- Sorry I'm not Boone. - Hey.

That's not what I'm saying, Hank.

Boone and I have worked together for years.

You and I are just finding our rhythm.

I don't expect you to be Boone.

I expect you to be you.

And don't be so hard on your uncle.

- He loves you. A lot. - [phone chimes]

Even if he lets you down.

I know how hard it can be.

Oh, I know.

I can't let anything happen to him, Mick...

Hank?

Sorry.

I asked Chang to send me

the socials of the people we brought in earlier.

- And? - That guy Dan?

Uh, restaurant guy?

The "zen" guy?

HANK: Someone's posting his freak-outs at the gym.

When you were questioning him,

he was saying all this stuff about

meditating and being calm,

which is not reflected here.

MICKEY: Look at his hands.

Those are motorcycle gloves.

According to his socials, Dan works in this junkyard.

[revving engine]

- We got a runner. - Hold on.

MICKEY [over radio]: Sheriff One, Adam One.

In pursuit of a motorcycle at Jaden's Junkyard on Vantage.

Can't make out the plates.

Cut me two additional units, now.

[siren wailing]

Nice, boss.

[motorcycle engine revving]

[exhales]

[rider groaning]

- How you doin', Dan? - DAN: That son of a bitch

ruined my life! He's lucky I missed!

[grunts]

Thanks, Dan. Appreciate the confession.

Dan always had an edge.

I didn't think he had the balls to try to take me out, though.

I'm impressed.

Sheriff, thank you.

Hank's the one who put the pieces together.

[Roberto chuckles]

Well, now that I'm safe,

I'll get outta your hair.

- [clears throat] - Uncle Roberto, wait.

Can we talk?

[gasps, groans]

Uncle Roberto!

He's having an allergic reaction.

He can't breathe.

He needs his EpiPen.

Where's his EpiPen?

We need an ambulance!

[monitor beeping steadily]

MICKEY: He'll pull through. He's a fighter.

Yeah.

He just doesn't much look up to a fight right now.

[light knock]

We just heard. A nurse said your uncle just collapsed?

- What happened? - HANK: They're still running

some tests, but I'm pretty sure it's his alpha-gal.

It's a disease--

uh, "syndrome."

He got bit by a tick a few years back.

It made him highly allergic to meat.

He must've accidentally ingested some.

I just can't figure out when.

He had breakfast with me.

I was watching him like a hawk.

The only other thing my uncle ate today was--

Oh, my God.

The banana bread.

It-It's gluten free. But to compensate,

we add gelatin.

There's bone marrow in it or something, I-I think.

Hank, I'm so sorry.

We had no idea about your uncle's allergy.

We'll leave you alone.

They knew.

MICKEY: They knew...

They knew what?

They knew about my uncle's allergy.

They gave him the banana bread on purpose.

Meg was fiddling with her hair,

my uncle says that's her tell--

Mickey, they knew.

Wait, wait. Let me get this straight.

You think yet another person is trying to kill your uncle

because Meg was playing with her hair?

Sorry.

I've lost it.

I'm tired.

I'm worried.

But that does not turn

some dumb poker tell into evidence.

How much cash would you say your uncle's won at poker?

Well, he's usually cheating, so...

Still.

You have to be able to read people

to see if you can get away with cheating, right?

Let's just say

Meg and Drew gave him the banana bread on purpose.

What else would they have to factor in

if they were trying to kill him?

Walk out your theory.

Okay. If they were trying to kill him...

they'd have to take his EpiPen.

And someone did.

My uncle takes that with him everywhere.

But when I looked for it, it was gone.

Drew took his jacket.

I knew it. Drew stole his EpiPen.

- Mickey, they tried to kill him. - Maybe.

Right now, it's just a theory.

But I like it.

We have to find the motive.

What do you say? You up for it?

Thanks for coming back.

No problem.

So, you were right.

Laurie messed up. And per the letter of the law,

stripping her of her business license for a year

is within your rights. But that doesn't make it just.

Duly noted. And you are welcome to fight my decision in court.

I'm not interested in a fight.

Okay, I love a fight--

He really does, it's irritating.

And in our adversarial system,

we are trained to lean into that.

But is that really why we became lawyers?

- [sighs] - TRAVIS: You are the prosecutor.

You have discretion to drop this charge.

You mean, to make a special allowance.

That is a slippery slope, Travis.

And I'm trying really hard not to be that guy.

Look, these rules are here for a reason.

To keep people safe.

And believe it or not, that's what I'm trying to do.

With respect, no one was harmed here.

Mrs. Campbell doesn't even have a negative Google review.

Then she can reapply for a new license in a year. It'll fly by.

No, it won't.

For my mom, that's a year of

not having a reason to get out of bed in the morning.

Worrying about the light bill and the rent.

A year of no creative outlet.

It doesn't have to be a slippery slope, Andre.

Can't it just be...

compassion?

If you can get your mom to refile her paperwork today,

then maybe the D.A.'s office might be willing

to drop the misdemeanor charge.

We will fill it out perfectly.

[weak chuckle]

Hey, man, it was a pleasure sparring with you.

- Yeah, 'cause you won. - [laughs]

You're a good lawyer, Travis.

I look forward to many future clashes.

Come on.

[sighs] Yeah.

- Hey, Andre. - Hey.

Am I still allowed to use that number you gave me?

Are you gonna use it to yell at me?

No.

I'm so sorry about earlier.

It would be nice

to hang out with such a decent guy.

Without my mom around.

Huh.

I'll text you.

Okay.

'Kay.

I hate to say, "I told you so..."

But you love to say "I told you so."

You know, he's right.

You're a great lawyer, Travis.

This town is lucky to have you.

So am I.

[woman grunting, struggling]

This is garbage!

You guys are framing me!

I want a lawyer!

HANK: Court records.

Six months ago, Drew tried

to declare his mother mentally unfit.

Mentally unfit? She seemed fine.

His petition was rejected.

But get this:

as evidence of her not being in her right mind,

Drew cited Paula's desire to change her will.

Uh...

Okay, if a suit was filed over a will,

it would be material evidence.

It's gotta be in here somewhere...

Uh...

Ha.

Six months ago,

Paula changed her will to bequeath

an original Lee Kitson lithograph

to Roberto Iglesias.

Mickey.

A Kitson lithograph can go for up to

$2 million.

There's the motive.

Okay, hang on.

If my uncle dies, my brother and I are the next of kin.

So wouldn't we get the art?

Normally, yes. But Paula's new will

says that if your uncle dies before she does,

you don't get the lithograph, her firstborn child does.

Drew.

That's why he wants to kill Roberto.

He needs my uncle to die before Paula,

so that he gets the lithograph.

Mickey, without evidence he stole his EpiPen,

or poisoned him, we can't prove any of this.

I mean, it's not like Drew's gonna confess.

Maybe we don't need him to.

Meg Raskin, I am placing you under arrest.

What? Why?

What for?

- Hold on! - Hey.

We'll discuss it at the sheriff's office.

Come on.

MEG: My mother has days--

if not hours-- left to live,

and you want me to answer for some bench warrant

about a traffic ticket I didn't pay?

That's why you're here. It's not what you're here to answer for.

How long has your brother been in financial distress?

Foreclosure, multiple debts, bankruptcy.

Without your mother's estate, your brother is ruined.

MICKEY: So when he found out that Paula

had decided to leave Roberto

a multimillion-dollar piece of artwork,

he got desperate.

He decided to call her crazy.

HANK: And when that didn't work,

your brother tried to kill my uncle.

MICKEY: You're in trouble, Meg.

Question is, how much?

I just want to be with my mom.

Tell us what you know. We'll get you back there.

- Hopefully in time. - HANK: Mm.

I love my brother.

But between the debt, the stress-- He lost his mind.

I told him not to file that lawsuit.

And I swear, I tried to stop him from hurting your uncle.

We need proof.

Where is the EpiPen Drew stole from Roberto?

If I tell you...

can I see my mom?

EMMY: Frank, I'm not going to read from this,

because I haven't rehearsed.

But it's a story about long journeys,

and it seems like you died while you were on one.

And you start another, different one, now.

If you're cool with it, I'd like to say a few words.

Hi, Frank.

I'm, uh,

I'm glad to be here to send you off.

I almost didn't come.

'Cause funerals, um,

they're hard for me.

Not that they're easy for anyone, you know, but...

I lost my mom.

I was 18,

and she was, she was sick for a while,

so it wasn't a shock.

But, uh...

...it destroyed me.

I couldn't go to her funeral.

And everyone told me I had to go.

And that I'd regret it forever if I didn't.

But I...

I just... I just couldn't.

That's not something a lot of people know about me.

But...

I do want that.

I want to be known.

Your daughter isn't here.

But I promise you,

it has nothing to do with

how much she loves you.

Or how broken her heart is.

I think...

I think you already know that.

- [girls chattering] - MICKEY: Some of you

are overachievers, I can see.

[chatter continues]

All right. So this is my leadership badge.

It's a little different than yours.

Let me see yours.

Nice.

You girls know what it's like to be a good leader.

You've been team captains, right?

Homeroom representatives. Big sisters.

- [girls murmur agreement] - It can be really hard.

One of the most important things for me

is to say I'm sorry when I make a mistake.

Which I rarely do.

- [girls giggle] - [Mickey laughs]

But when I do, I own it.

I want to learn from my mistakes.

And from my team.

Not so they can follow in my footsteps,

or anybody else's,

but so they can carve their own path.

And be exactly who they are.

- Bye, Mickey! - Bye!

- Bye. - [girls calling farewell]

- Bye. - MICKEY [laughing]: Bye. Bye.

- That was a great speech, um, Sheriff. -Oh.

Thank you, Emmy. What are you doing here?

Nate wanted to check on Hank, make sure his uncle's okay.

We're gonna grab a bite. Just...

please don't tell him that you're giving out badges.

I shudder to think what he would do to earn one.

I cannot re-suture that man again.

You had to re-suture him?

From the gunshot?

The wound reopened?

He didn't tell you.

I shouldn't have said anything.

He probably just didn't want to worry you.

And the truth is, he's fine now.

- He's really getting better. - Okay.

Hey.

Were you guys talking about me?

- [weak chuckle] - Don't flatter yourself.

Well, if I don't, who will? [chuckles]

I'm glad to hear everything worked out well for Hank.

I bet you guys make a hell of a team.

- Yeah. - BOONE: All right.

Well, have a good night, Mick.

Thanks. You, too. Good night.

[Boone speaks indistinctly]

[insects trilling]

MICKEY: I got two pair.

- Ooh. - MICKEY: Right?

Aces are high there.

- Oh! - Three aces.

- All right. - Except-- read 'em and weep.

- Ooh. - [exclaiming]

- Again?

- ROBERTO: Ah, don't be too hard on yourself.

He learned from the best.

Will you stop eating from the pot?

You have us playing for literal peanuts.

- What do you want from me? - Grow up.

- [phone ringing] - All right. We waiting for Boone

before we start the next round?

Mm, no, he's not coming. He's busy.

He'll come to the next one, I'm sure.

- ROBERTO: Hello? - Let me guess.

- That Andre? - HANK: Ooh.

- Who is "Andre"? - Hmm?

- He sounds handsome. - Can y'all please chill?

Uh, that was the hospital.

Uh, Paula just passed.

- Oh, Roberto. I'm so sorry. - Oh...

Yeah.

There was a lot of love between you two.

Yeah.

At least you have the art to remember her by.

That's worth its weight in gold.

Eh, well...

sentimentally, yeah.

But actually?

It's a fake.

Wait. What?

You almost got killed over a fake piece of art?

Why am I not surprised?

Look, I gave it to Paula as a memento

- of this special weekend we had together.

- Okay.

- She wanted me to have it back. - Gross.

Did Paula know it was a fake?

ROBERTO: I'm not sure if she did, but

she knew me, so the odds were pretty high.

[laughter]

A toast.

To Paula.

ALL: To Paula.

Welcome to Nathan Boone's middle school yearbook.

Oh.

[Boone chuckles]

[gasps]

EMMY: "Most likely to become a pop star"?

- [pop star voice]: Girl... - [laughs]

[pop star voice]: Is that a turn-off?

[chuckles]

♪ Roll day and night... ♪

[normal voice]: Now, I am trying to help you

get to know me more.

I know who you are.

You...

are the kind of guy who cares.

You're the kind of guy who...

is willing to grow.

And you're the kind of guy

who's gonna take my shirt off, right now.

♪ I'm ready to try ♪

♪ T-t-t-try ♪

♪ Oh, t-t-t-try ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I cannot do this ♪

This was out front for you.

♪ Alone. ♪

[laughs]

I remember when Travis used

to bring me little gifts.

They were mostly mix CDs.

Nobody needs that much Limp Bizkit.

Oof.

MICKEY: Wow.

Andre seems promising.

This is, like, a share-with-the-office

kind of box, right?

[both laugh]

That's weird.

Andre said he didn't send any chocolate.

Well, who are they from?

What is it, Cassidy?

It's him, Mickey.

"To my sweet girl, I miss you...

Love, Brock."

My ex.

He's back.