Previously on Sheriff Country...
You drive me up the damn wall, Dad.
You're still one of the good ones.
SKYE: My mom is going
to make you leave if she finds out
that you're still growing illegally.
I don't want that.
The hell am I doing this for?
For me. And for Skye.
- I need you to stay the course. - All right.
We're gonna protect our garden against all comers.
- I'm in. - GROWER: This ain't legal.
If you start moving product in the dark,
we'll be outlaws.
You're damn right we will.
Aunt Miranda.
You are really talented, Skye. Come work for me.
Aunt Miranda offered me a job, and I've decided to say yes.
Gina told me Nora left.
She told me about you and Travis.
Is there something wrong with us?
- Obviously. - Here's to tomorrow.
♪
BOONE: Deputies pursuing unknown suspect on foot.
DEPUTY 1: Hold up!
- DEPUTY 2: Get anything? - DEPUTY 1: Go, go!
MICKEY: He's got to be close.
[panting]
- He went this way. - You sure?
[panting]
No.
[indistinct radio transmission]
- [twig snaps] - DEPUTY: This way.
BOONE: Over there.
DEPUTY: Hey.
BOONE: Hear that? Over here.
I got him, I got him.
[indistinct police transmission]
I don't got him.
We're not leaving till we catch this son of a bitch.
Let's double back towards the car.
Maybe we'll get lucky and he went that way.
[panting quietly]
WES: All right!
Big picture on our weed sales--
indica is up 20%
and sativa's doing even better.
Oh, and our customer feedback forms
have informed us that Luna's apple fritter hybrid continues
- to be a fan favorite. - You're welcome, everyone.
Okay, just tell us the number already.
[chuckles] Tanner's antsy. All right.
Okay, and the number is...
[drumming rapidly]
...two million in sales.
[exclaiming, laughing]
MAMA JOE: Not bad
for a couple months' work.
It's the economy of scale.
See, we're no longer lone monkeys in the marketplace.
We are now King freaking Kong.
And no robberies since we started the co-op.
Anyone who messes with one of us
messes with all of us.
We still on schedule for tomorrow?
Yeah, the Coloradans are in the air as we speak.
Private jet, three million bucks on board.
Biggest deal yet, thanks to me and Dale.
Where is your smarter half?
Supposed to have been here an hour ago.
I tried calling him, but he hasn't answered.
The man has a third of our weed.
You guys are meeting the Coloradans tonight.
Leave the heavy lifting to us, old man.
"Old man"?
[chuckles]: Whoa.
Look, the banty rooster's
getting his cock-a-doodle-doodle on.
If I'm not worried, you don't need to be.
Where the hell are you going?
Going to find Dale.
This is our deal.
Me and Dale's.
Yeah. Well, you dropped the ball.
So step off.
Hey, cut the crap, both of you.
You've always done things your way.
You're part of a crew now, Wes.
One for all, right?
Right?
Yeah. One for all.
Kid can come along.
I got a booster seat in my truck.
Yeah, right next to your wheelchair.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- [chuckles] - ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- [giggling] - ♪ Happy birthday. ♪
- My 24-year-old. - Oh.
- Thanks, Mom. - Oh, my God.
- We're all set for your birthday dinner tomorrow night. - Mm-hmm.
Cheesy chicken casserole,
blueberry pie.
- Ah, my favorite. - You still haven't told me
what you want for your birthday yet.
I'm jealous of the gift Grandpa got you.
I don't think I can beat it.
Actually, I...
think you might have a shot.
Could I get your signature?
My signature?
I need you to cosign something.
The lease to my new apartment. Check it out.
- Your new apartment. - Mm-hmm.
I spoke to Dad, and he thinks I should go for it.
And the rent's super reasonable.
Looks like it's been on the market for a few months.
Might be something wrong with it.
And reasonable for whom?
- Can you afford that? - Okay, Mom,
can you just try to not be negative
about this? Since I've starting working
for Aunt Miranda,
I'm making good money.
So get her to cosign.
Oh. Yeah, I mean, I guess I could ask her.
No. Uh, I'll-- I-I'll do it.
I'll-I'll sign. Um, I just want to look at it first.
Fine. Can we go today?
Today's gonna be hard. How about tomorrow?
No, Mom, please, it could be gone tomorrow.
I seriously doubt it.
[sighs]
Happy birthday, angel.
It's gonna be weird not having you in the house.
Yeah. Don't worry.
Grandpa's not going anywhere.
[vehicle approaching]
Dale!
He never leaves his gate open.
Dale!
- Where's his dogs at? - Dale!
His truck's here.
Tommy?
Tommy.
Tommy, it's Wes Fox. Where's your--
where's your dad? What happened?
It was two guys.
They came out of nowhere.
I think they took my dad.
TANNER: Did they take the weed?
- Where's the weed?! - Do not move him.
Tommy, you stay still, all right?
We're gonna get help.
All right, um...
- Don't try to get up. - Okay.
WES: You're gonna be okay, all right?
We're gonna take care of things...
The weed's still here!
- Don't move. - Okay.
[gun cocks]
Who kidnaps somebody
and leaves a million dollars' worth of product behind?
I don't know. I mean... [stammers]
Until we find out who, Colorado deal's off.
- That ain't your call. - Don't be an idiot.
- For all we know, this is a setup. - Are you getting
soft on us, Wessie boy? It's called taking a risk.
Cut out the tough guy talk!
We got to get the kid to a hospital.
Look, if you want to be a nurse, go ahead.
But I'm not about to walk away from three million bucks.
Okay, all right, look, here's the deal.
I am gonna take Dale's truck.
I will take it to the bottom of the mountain
and I will offload the product.
You will call 911.
You will get an ambulance.
No, no, no. Deal with the cops? No.
I'll-I'll-I'll just drive the kid.
What if he dies on the way?
You prepared to answer those questions?
- Then get out of my way. - Fine, fine, okay.
Oh, uh, one more thing.
Um...
Sheriff thinks I'm legal.
So when she shows up,
I was never here.
We're out of the good coffee, so this'll have to do.
I didn't know we had good coffee.
We don't.
It's on a sliding scale.
- What's that? - It's for Skye's birthday.
I'm making her a scrapbook.
Oh, my God, you look so young.
Not that you still don't.
[chuckles]: Very smooth.
We're having a--
Well, you probably have plans,
but we're having a little birthday dinner
for Skye tomorrow night.
Um, you should come.
It's just family.
And friends also.
GINA: I'll be there.
Wouldn't be a party without you, Gina.
So what do you say?
Great. I was supposed to go to karaoke tomorrow night.
So now I have an excuse to blow it off.
Not crazy about your date?
Not crazy about karaoke.
Every woman you date,
you find something wrong with her.
I think you're being too picky.
That's not it at all. I...
I'm just looking for someone who shares my interests--
hiking, target shooting, football.
And she has to have a sense of humor.
So you're basically looking for you
but with a sense of humor.
Uh, you know, before I forget,
can you pick up some gift wrapping paper?
You bet.
BOONE: And can you stop by Costco?
We're out of the good coffee.
Anything else?
I was-- I'm s...
[phone buzzing]
245 PC, felony assault
at the Hawkins farm out on Decatur Road.
That's Dale's place.
[indistinct radio transmission]
BOONE: All right, thanks, Tanner.
According to Tanner,
Tommy told him it was two guys.
Then he blacked out. No idea where Dale is.
- [siren wailing] - All right, let's start at the house. We'll search there.
BOONE: What are you thinking? Rival grower?
MICKEY: Dale's the biggest black market cultivator on the mountain.
You take him on, he's gonna hit you back twice as hard.
So maybe the cartels?
The Bulgarians have been throwing their weight around.
Yeah. They are brutal.
And fearless.
- What? - Nothing.
I thought I saw something.
Dale!
Oh, my God.
[panting]
Dale.
Check his pulse.
He's alive but barely.
Boone.
♪ ♪
Do you remember that sign that was left
on Bernice Wambach's house?
"Time to sell."
Yeah, it's one thing to threaten ranchers.
They're generally peace-loving folks.
But up here in Deadwater?
Pretty ballsy move.
All right, so Tanner said that Dale was attacked by two guys.
Tommy and Dale live in this house alone
since Dale's wife died.
There's Tommy's Jeep.
- Where's Dale's truck? - Well,
looks like it was parked right here next to Tommy's, right?
One of the suspects must have taken Dale's truck
and the other one just left in whatever vehicle they came in.
I'll put out a BOLO on Dale's truck.
All right. Limit it to internal channels.
I don't want whoever's driving that truck to know
we're looking for them.
Are Dale and Tommy gonna make it?
The doctors are gonna give me
an update. I'll let you guys know what I hear.
We think that this is about Dale's property.
Do you know if Dale got any offers recently?
Or maybe some of you guys did?
[murmuring]
A few folks got some offers.
Luna.
She's trying to help, Tanner.
What kind of offers?
BROWNIE: Good offers.
Five or six times what the land is worth.
But Deadwater's our home, so...
no one took the bait.
Except Dale.
He got a phone call.
Some guy saying he wanted to buy the place.
So Dale played along.
But he was pretty much screwing with the guy.
Seeing how high he was willing to go.
Oh. So once Dale didn't sell the land,
they did this to him.
All right, last question.
Did Dale or anyone who received offers,
did they ever meet the prospective buyer?
It was always over the phone.
I wish I could tell you more.
No, that was helpful.
Thank you.
- That's odd. - What's odd?
Luna is a legal grower.
What is she doing hanging out with Dale and this crowd?
Every single one of those guys has done hard time.
BOONE: I've been doing some digging.
Red pins are the folks
who turned down offers for their land.
I've been calling around. They've been reluctant to talk.
But most of the noes have been threatened in some way.
The blue pins are all the yeses.
Those are the tracts that sold sometime in the last six months.
Just about all of them bought by an outfit
called Emerald Eden LLC.
Did you get any names of the members of the LLC?
Emerald Eden is registered in Nevada.
And that's one of the few states where you can keep
that information confidential.
The perks of being a shell company.
So someone is trying to buy up
the best cannabis-producing real estate in Edgewater,
but they don't want anyone to know who they are.
- The question is... - How you gonna smoke 'em out?
Okay, I couldn't decide between the balloons and the gold foil,
so I got 'em both.
Go to town.
Thank you, Gina.
You probably need twice as many red pins
if you consider all the folks that were threatened
- but don't want to talk. - BOONE: Yeah, that's...
for sure.
Anyway,
I have a fridge to clean.
Uh, um, how do we smoke them out?
Well, we've got that sheriff auction at the end of the month.
Right? We-We've confiscated a couple of really juicy lots
that'd be ideal for growing weed.
Maybe we push up the auction,
see if we can get whoever's behind this to-to take the bait?
Yeah. Dale's friends did say they were offering crazy money.
Exactly. We just need someone
that can go toe-to-toe with them in the bidding.
Like, really push 'em to the limit.
I know a guy.
[coughs] You want me to be the face of a police sting?
You're perfect, Dad.
You won't bat an eye when the bidding gets heated.
You have the money. We don't know where you have the money,
- but you have it. - I'd love to,
but, um...
going legal, it's a full-time gig, so I'm...
I'm busy.
Too busy to help us find
the people who beat one of your best friends
within an inch of his life?
Mm. Yeah, guilt me into it, huh?
All right.
I'll do it for Dale and his boy.
Thank you.
Hey, do you happen to know
why Luna Miller is hanging out with Dale?
Free country, ain't it?
- It's just odd, is all. - [door closes]
Mitchell is Luna's father-in-law.
Him and Dale are tight, so maybe that's it.
Oh, hey, hey, hey!
It's our birthday girl. Come here, come here, come here.
- [giggling] - Mwah!
You grow more beautiful every year.
- Aw, thanks, Grandpa. - [chuckles]
- Are you having dinner with us? - Uh, no.
- I, um... I'm late for something. - Hey.
I will be at your birthday dinner tomorrow night.
I promise.
Wait, pinkie promise?
Mm, pinkie promise.
[chuckles softly]
How was work?
Great.
Aunt Miranda's taking me to New York next week.
Wow. How exciting.
I know, right?
It's my first business trip.
And she's gonna take me to a Broadway show.
Business and pleasure.
Well, clearly, she can't do without you.
You and I should go sometime.
- You know, I've never been. - Mm.
You'd have to show me around.
I promise I will try not to embarrass you.
- Ugh. As if. - Hey,
I was thinking we could look at that apartment tomorrow.
Oh. Uh, actually,
I-I decided not to get it.
Oh, no.
How come?
Well, I showed Aunt Miranda
and she had a fit.
She said she could never let me live in a place that crappy.
- Well, glad Miranda and I are finally on the same page. - Yeah.
She wants me to move here instead.
The Lofts on Eel River?
Skye, you can't afford this.
- Hell, I can't afford it. - Aunt Miranda's
helping me out. She gave me first and last month's rent,
plus the security deposit.
What?
What business is that of hers?
It's a bonus.
I earned it, Mom.
Yeah?
How many of her other employees earned that kind of bonus?
[scoffs]
Okay. I'm gonna go take a shower.
Come down for dinner.
I'm not hungry.
Are you carrying?
Glove compartment. Now.
I just don't know why we can't do a one-stop shop.
"Here's the weed, here's the cash, thank you very much."
Why do we got to do a pre-meet?
Because the first time that you do a deal with somebody,
you do not bring the drugs and the money
to the same place at the same time.
'Cause that's a good way to catch a bullet.
Or a bid.
You know what a bid is, don't you,
or do I have to explain that to you?
It means jail time.
I'm not stupid.
You haven't exactly convinced me just yet.
Glove compartment.
[liquid pouring]
[bottle clatters gently]
Drink?
No, thanks. Good.
Please, have a seat.
Uh, my associate Dale's, uh, very sorry
that he couldn't make it.
LOGAN: Yeah, brother in hospice.
That's too bad.
- He never mentioned it. - Mm.
How long you known Dale?
Since his daddy and I did a stretch together.
Yeah? Where was that?
Lompoc.
Possession with intent to distribute.
Unlike a fine wine,
I-I don't mellow with age.
This co-op of yours--
business is good, yeah?
Oh, it's booming.
Mostly California?
Are you writing a biography?
Let's talk about the deal already.
Are you in some kind of hurry?
No, I'm just sick of your damn yapping.
[exhales]
I don't love your tone, my man.
Well, I don't love you wasting our time
with your dumbass questions.
You hear that, guys?
- I'm a dumbass. - WES: N-No, no.
That is not what he meant. My friend here...
Isn't Dale.
And neither are you.
I got this little voice in my head.
It tells me when something's off.
Kept me out of jail for as long as I been doing this.
And right now that voice is screaming.
The deal's off.
Sit your ass down.
Or what?
Like I said...
...the deal's off.
♪
♪ ♪
Banana Split.
What?
Banana Split.
Blueberry Fire.
Sour Diesel.
Trainwreck.
All stupid names made up by people high as a kite.
But you know every single one of them,
because they're the best strains
that you can find anywhere in the whole world.
And all of 'em are grown right here in the Emerald Triangle.
And my competition might say it's the luck of Mother Nature.
Well, I say the harder I work, the luckier I get.
Now, the product that I'm going to bring to you tomorrow night
is the best that you will find anywhere.
You know it. I know it.
I hope this is not a one-time deal.
We plan on making a lot of money.
Question is, do you?
As a show of good faith,
I'm gonna throw in 50 pounds
of the greatest apple fritter hybrid
that you have ever fired.
It's gratis.
That means "free."
Let me know what you decide.
MICKEY: Thanks for meeting me, Miranda.
Skye is super excited about New York.
Mm. It's gonna be fun.
And to be honest, she's earned it.
Oh, she's a hard worker.
And smart, to boot.
A rare combination, as we both know.
Thanks for saying that.
I think about where she was six months ago and, um,
I'm so grateful.
How's Rick?
He's hanging in there.
Uh, what are you and Travis doing for Skye's birthday?
Oh, well, Travis is stuck in San Francisco on the Barlow trial,
so he's gonna take her to a Giants game next weekend.
Tonight we're just gonna have some dinner
and cake at the house.
Nothing big. Just family.
W... Our family.
You know, me and my dad.
- You know what I mean. - Mm.
Yeah.
Not that I don't love seeing you, Mickey,
but what's this about?
I think you know what this is about.
I've disappointed you so many times.
Honestly, I don't.
The Lofts on Eel River.
- Really, Miranda? - [sighs] The apartment.
It's not a big deal.
It's an employee bonus.
It's special treatment for your niece.
I don't get it.
Mickey, a second ago, you were proud of her.
I still am.
But you stepped over the line.
I'm her mom.
Where she lives
is a decision that she and I will make,
not you.
She's 24 years old, Mickey.
She's not a child.
So stop spoiling her like one.
Save that for...
For Rick?
Stop spoiling her like Rick?
Is that what you were going to say?
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it like that.
Thanks for asking about him.
He's just out of rehab.
He's going to come home for a while.
Probably a long while.
You're lucky, Mickey.
You have a kid who wants to stand on her own two feet.
And she has the brains and the talents to do it.
I would give my right arm for that.
He'll get there.
It'll take some time,
but he will get there.
[sighs] Yeah, well...
coffee's on me.
Miranda.
Good to see you, Mickey.
LOGAN: We got a deal.
That's great news. I-I knew you boys would come around.
Look, we're gonna make us some money, okay?
I'll be there tonight, make the drop.
- So if... - Grandpa?
And-and stop calling here!
Take me off your list!
[grunts]
- What are you doing here? - Aunt Miranda
gave me the day off for my birthday.
And I have something for you.
Well, it's your birthday.
I'm supposed to have something for you.
Well, you're not off the hook.
What's this? M...
Money?
It's the full amount Brandon stole from your beehive.
$600 minus the $87 I already gave you.
That was months ago.
Well, I'm paying you back now.
- Yeah, I don't need it. - Take it, Grandpa.
All right.
You inherited your mother's stubborn streak.
And there's something else.
- This came in the mail yesterday. What?
It's from the government.
[chuckles] Oh, what'd I do now?
[sighs]
SKYE: It's good news, right?
They approved your legal growers' license?
Yeah.
Oh, my God, Grandpa!
This is, like, the best birthday gift ever.
Oh! [squeals]
Mwah. [laughs]
Bad news.
The auctioneer canceled.
Uh-oh.
Well... you got to find a replacement.
Yeah, I just did.
No. No.
I... you know that I don't like speaking in front of people.
It's worse than karaoke.
You say you hate speaking in public,
and then you do it and you're really good at it.
No, and-and... [sighs]
I don't know the first thing about conducting an auction.
It's like anything else. You learn on the job.
- No. - Yeah.
Mickey. It's-it's not...
it's like, people go to auction school.
It's a whole thing. It's...
[sighs]
WES: Hey, there, Gina.
What you got cooking?
Oh, everything's peachy.
Everything's peachy. Uh...
Is everything okay? I mean, treatments okay?
Yeah, I'm... I am fine.
Don't you have an auction to go to?
I did, but I don't now.
Not until you fill me in on what's going on with you.
[sighs]
The treatments are going fine.
It's not even the cancer,
as much as...
I don't know, the way it makes you feel about life.
Things you would have done differently.
[scoffs] What am I doing here, Wes?
What are you doing here?
These guys would be the Keystone Cops without you.
Oh, yeah, right.
I feel like a kid who goes on an airplane
and they give you the little pilot wings.
But that doesn't make you a pilot.
- What, you want to be a cop now? - No,
I don't want to be a cop.
I just want to do something
where I feel...
...valued.
[phone vibrates]
Everything okay?
U-Uh, yeah. [clears throat]
You are valued.
I value you.
You help me keep my head on straight.
You remind me of what's important.
Some... Sometimes I lose track.
- [knocks on desk] - BOONE: Okay.
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you so much for, uh, joining us.
[clears throat] So, first up...
Can't hear you in the back.
[mouths]
BOONE: [clears throat] First up,
we have a 2020 Ford F-150.
It's got 10,000 miles.
And, uh, there's no service record 'cause, well,
we put the owner in prison, so...
Only 10,000 miles on it.
We're gonna start the building at... uh,
start the bidding at two, uh, $12,000.
Thank you, sir. $12,000.
- Um... - WES: Now you say,
- "13,000." - [soft laughter]
BOONE: Thank you very much to the gentleman
in the back row. Thank you for that.
$13,000.
Do I hear 14?
Fourteen thousand dol... $14,000.
How about 15? $15,000.
No? $14,000 going once,
going twice.
Sold, to this gentleman.
We're moving on to the Landay plot.
This is 100 acres of farmland
and all assets appurtenant thereto.
We're gonna open this bidding at $500,000.
500,000. Thank you, sir.
Do I hear six?
600,000,
to this gentleman in the blue coat.
Can I get 700? $700,000.
Can I get eight? Do I hear 800?
A million.
Gentleman knows a good deal when he sees one.
We're at one million. Do I hear one-one?
Million five.
- One million five. - Two million.
Three million.
BOONE: Three million dollars.
Three million dollars for this, uh...
We're at the... the bid is currently
three million dollars, going once,
going twice.
Sold. Three million dollars, to this gentleman
in the nifty blue sports coat.
Three million dollars.
Congratulations, Mr. Ford.
The property is now yours.
If you don't mind me asking-- Emerald Eden, LLC?
Are you an officer of the company?
I'm afraid that's confidential.
What's your main line of business?
I'm an attorney, Deputy Boone.
The purchaser is my client.
That's all I'm at liberty to say.
You're at liberty now.
- Meaning? - Meaning,
you won't be at liberty if your client
continues terrorizing the residents of this county.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You better hope not.
We believe your client may be involved
in the attempted murder of a man named Dale Hawkins.
I would hate to see you implicated in a Class A felony.
You're barking up the wrong tree, Sheriff.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Well, that didn't work.
Guy barely broke a sweat.
He didn't want us to think that he did, but he did.
Ted.
Scratches, on the seat of his chair.
The man who just left? Take an unmarked car
and see where he goes.
He may be calm on the outside,
but on the inside, he's white-knuckling it.
Either Liman Ford knows what his client is up to,
or he doesn't, and what we just told him
scares the hell out of him.
I love it when they panic.
This makes 50 pounds.
All of this goes in the back of Dale's truck.
Now, why do we use Dale's truck?
Because it has a canopy on it,
and people can't see what's underneath the canopy.
Now, see, that's of utmost importance to our business,
because you do not want the people
that you are sharing the road with
to be able to see the merchandise.
Would you cut him some slack, Wes?
Deal's back on, man.
Ought to take his share out of the three mill.
Well, he'll know better next time.
You sure you want to do this solo?
They're playing in my sandbox.
Ain't nothing those Coloradans can pull
that I haven't seen before.
You like the fact that Tanner screwed up.
This co-op's all well and good,
but any chance you can,
you step up, prove you're still the man.
Like I got to prove jack to that fool.
Not to him, Wes Fox.
To yourself.
Ted just called. Liman Ford just took a booth in The Meat Up.
- Two menus. He's meeting somebody. - Okay.
MICKEY: Ted didn't go in, did he?
He's in the parking lot awaiting instructions.
How are we gonna get ears on this conversation?
It won't be easy.
He was here for an hour, he's seen all our faces.
GINA: He hasn't seen mine.
I took my lunch during the auction.
He has no idea who I am.
- Gina, you are not a deputy. - Oh, come on.
You guys mic up CIs all the time.
They're informants. They know that world.
- And I don't? - MICKEY: No.
So much could go wrong.
And if it does, I'll bail.
Mickey, someone is terrorizing people into selling their land.
You know all those pins on that map?
Those are my neighbors.
I just want some justice for my neighbors.
Let me do this.
Please.
[indistinct chatter]
Hi, you.
It's been a minute.
What are you gonna do? They never let me out of the office.
- [Gina speaking indistinctly] - [radio static]
The wire.
I got to get her out.
Uh, do you mind sitting at the counter, hon?
Fried Chicken Nights are always crazy.
[phone chimes]
[door opens]
This is taking way too long.
Why isn't she coming out?
[indistinct chatter]
"Mute yourself." Why is Gina telling me to mute myself?
Can I get you fellas something to drink?
Nothing for me.
- What about you, hon? - FORD: Uh...
Gina?
I got this table.
- Okay... - I'll, uh, stick with water.
All right, I'll just get you a refill, then. Okay...
- Oh! - Oh! Oh! I am so sorry. I, uh...
- Let... Here. L-Let me wipe that up for you. - You spilled it everywhere.
- It's on the floor, sorry. - FORD: It's-it's okay.
I am...
such a butterfingers.
FORD: It's okay.
[phone ringing]
- GINA: Sorry. - FORD: It's okay.
- GINA: Let me wipe that up. - It's fine.
- FORD: It's-it's okay. - Is that Ford?
If you could just bring me a new one.
No problem. Okay.
[sighs]
You're not the person I usually speak to.
I'm the person you're talking to now.
- What's the problem? - FORD: What's the problem?
FORD: How about attempted murder?
I didn't sign up for this.
I want to talk to my client. Okay?
Not you. My actual client.
- How's the fried chicken? - I'm serious.
I will walk away right now.
You need to calm down.
Who is behind Emerald Eden?
You either tell me or I'm out.
You want us to do you like we did that grower?
"How about a little fire, scarecrow?"
WES: Hey, Mama Joe, your kid's still got it.
[laughs] Although, I think I may have
thrown my back out a little.
Or at least tweaked it.
Three million's a lot heavier than I remember it being.
But hey, hey, I-I'm gonna celebrate
with a beer and an ice pack, all right?
So, have it ready.
Uh... yeah,
tell the others I'll be there in about half an hour or so.
Okay?
[laughs]: Okay.
All right.
Ha!
BOONE: You're looking at a minimum
of seven years, plus, a kicker for causing grave bodily harm.
Now, you tell us who you work for,
maybe we can get that reduced.
That's cute.
[sighs]
He's about to crack. I can feel it.
All right. We could try Ford.
Charge him as an accessory after the fact.
You heard him. He doesn't know who's behind Emerald Eden
any more than we do.
I hate coming up empty-handed.
GINA: You didn't.
You got the guy who hurt Dale.
MICKEY: We got the guy.
That was some quick thinking.
Yeah. I guess it was.
Sheriff, a patrol unit just made a plate.
Dale Hawkins' stolen truck.
Looks like we're gonna be a little late to Skye's party.
♪ ♪
♪ Well, the devil made me do it ♪
- ♪ He was sitting on my shoulder ♪ - [sighs]
♪ He said that I would have more fun ♪
- [siren wailing] - ♪ If I was just a little bit bolder ♪
♪ So, I gave up all I had ♪
♪ I took a little... ♪
COP [over P.A.]: Driver, pull over.
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
[engine revs]
MICKEY: Sheriff Fox joining the pursuit.
We're flying in behind you.
COP: Confirmed. That's Dale Hawkins' truck.
DEPUTY: We lost the suspect.
How is that even possible?
BOONE: Mickey, the turnoff.
Sheriff's office. Get out of the vehicle.
[sirens wailing in distance]
[receding footsteps]
Mickey.
Come on, let's go. Let's go!
BOONE: Up here.
He went this way.
You sure?
BOONE: No.
Unknown suspect fleeing on foot.
MICKEY: He's got to be close.
There!
BOONE: I got him, I got him.
I don't got him.
MICKEY: We're not leaving till we catch this son of a bitch.
All right, let's double back towards the car.
Maybe we'll get lucky and he went that way.
[owl hooting]
♪ ♪
[exhales]
[groans]
[sighs]
SKYE: Oh, thank you, Gina.
Oh, my God, did you knit this yourself?
- Hell, no. Are you insane? - [laughing]
BOONE: All right. Here you go, Skye.
Think you're gonna love it.
Ooh!
Uh-oh.
Mom, you are not gonna like this.
What'd you do?
[gasps]
Silver and black, baby! Let's go!
Come on! Get this out of my house!
Hey. [chuckles]
- Out of my house. - No, come on.
- It's so nice. - No!
You have one more gift, Skye.
Okay.
"From Mom." Mom, you already got me
the necklace and a bunch of clothes.
Just open it.
Finally had time to go through our old photos.
Oh, my God, Mom.
Oh, my God.
- GINA: Aw. - [Boone laughs]
Aw, you were a cute baby.
Yeah. She's lucky she was.
She had colic for about six months.
Thought about returning her, but then I looked
at this gorgeous face,
and I couldn't go through with it.
Aw, Mom, I love it.
- I love you. - BOONE: Yeah, yeah, that-that's
just great, guys. But is someone
gonna bust out the cake or what?
No, wait, we have to wait for Grandpa.
He's an hour late.
Grandpa has lost cake privileges.
All right. You wait here.
Can you give me a hand?
Thanks for inviting me.
- Oh, it's a real bash, all right. - [chuckles]
- I bet you wish you were on your date. - Oh, no.
Belting "Livin' on a Prayer" in front of 30 drunks?
- Uh... No. - [laughs]
- I would pay to see that. - Yeah, I know you would.
Well, I'm glad you came.
Me too.
- Oh! God. [laughs] - Ah!
- [chuckles] Careful. - I was not expecting that.
I might have to call my sister Sharon.
This thing's a fire hazard.
Okay.
Ready?
Let's do it.
Everybody, come on, gather around.
[door opens]
Oh, hey, Dad.
Well, it's about damn time.
Sorry. I, uh, had to-had to run up to the cabin.
- Heard somebody was having a birthday, so... - [Skye squeals]
- Happy birthday. - [laughs]
[gasps] It's a Martin.
- Yeah. - It's just like yours.
- Yep. - Ugh. Thank you, Grandpa.
- Happy birthday. - Oh, my God.
Okay, before we sing "Happy Birthday,"
I have something I want to say.
Dad, I never thought this day would come.
But it has.
Wes Fox, you are officially
a law-abiding citizen.
- [applause] - SKYE: Yay.
[whoops]
MICKEY: Travis, who sends his love,
always told me that I needed
to trust people a little bit mote.
Well, you have exceeded my trust.
I'm very proud of you, Dad.
I love you, Grandpa.
Hey, it's all in a day's work.
GINA: And don't forget,
there's one more piece of good news.
- Oh, more like three million pieces. - Oh.
S... Say what?
Well, tonight,
Mickey and I were chasing one of the guys
who attacked Dale, and we didn't find the guy,
but he did leave us a little present.
- Three million bucks, stuffed in duffel bags. - Wow.
- Seriously? - MICKEY: Mm-hmm. - BOONE: Yeah.
Can we spend it?
MICKEY: No, we cannot spend it.
It's under lock and key at the sheriff's office.
All right, now let's sing "Happy Birthday"
before these candles melt.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday ♪
♪ To you ♪
- [phone chimes] - ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- ♪ - ♪ Dear Skye ♪
- ♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪ - ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- ♪ I fought the law ♪ - ♪ To you. ♪
♪ And the law won ♪
♪ I left my baby and I feel so bad ♪
- BOONE: Hey! - ♪ I guess my race is run... ♪
Yay.
♪ She's the best girl that I ever had ♪
♪ I fought the law and the law won.♪
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