Previously on Sheriff Country...
BERNICE: A man came,
asking if we were interested in selling the ranch.
- We said no. - MICKEY: Dale!
It's one thing to threaten ranchers,
but up here in Deadwater?
He's been embedded in Edgewater for the DEA.
I wish I'd got a chance to...
Alec. That's my real name.
You stepped over the line.
(sighs) The apartment.
- It's an employee bonus. - For your niece?
- Save that for... - For Rick?
He's just out of rehab.
TANNER: Coloradans are in the air as we speak.
Three million bucks on board.
You sure you want to do this solo?
- (siren wailing) - WES: There's nothing those Coloradans
can pull that I haven't seen before.
BOONE: Mickey and I were chasing one of the guys
who attacked Dale,
and he did leave us a little present.
Three million bucks.
- (phone chimes) - ♪ Happy birthday ♪
♪ Dear Skye ♪
♪ Happy birthday... ♪
♪ Why you early? ♪
♪ Take a seat with me ♪
♪ And watch the drama unfold ♪
♪ ♪
Okay, everyone, after you get back
from hunting,
we'll gather here for lunch,
followed by skeet shooting and cocktails
and then the boar roast tonight. Any questions?
Uh, just one. Do you want to come work for me?
Oh, no poaching, Larry.
- She's my executive assistant. - And I'm assuming,
with the name Fraley, she's also your lovely daughter?
Oh, Skye is my niece.
And a godsend. I couldn't have pulled
this weekend together without her.
And I, uh, couldn't have done it
- without Rick. - MIRANDA: Yes, of course.
My son is helping, too.
(chuckles)
Uh, gentlemen, if you are ready,
let's go hunt some boar.
(others assent)
Bye. Enjoy.
- (overlapping chatter) - MAN: Thank you.
Don't work so hard to make me look good
in front of bad people.
(sighs) They're not bad, they're just rich.
It's the, uh, beer and the ice you asked for, Skye.
Can I help you set up?
Thank you, Cal. Uh, no, we've got it.
If you're all good here, I'll head upstairs
- and fix that leaky sink. - Thank you.
Oh, oh, Cal.
Um, we are going to have a staff lunch
before the hunters get back. You should join.
That's a first.
I'm gonna take a wild guess and say
- that was your idea? - Oh, well, everybody's,
you know, just been working really hard,
and we've got a lot of food, so...
Your mama raised you right.
What are you doing?
Relax, it's just a beer.
Rick, you just got out of rehab like two weeks ago.
(scoffs)
Wow, my mom's really rubbing off on you.
You've got her condescending stare nailed.
Rick.
LARRY: How far a range does this thing have?
Ah, that Ruger can hit a target
between a hundred and 200 yards out.
For a skilled hunter, maybe 300.
And a novice like me?
(chuckles) That's, that's what I'm here for, Larry.
By Monday, you'll be a pro.
I'm just happy to be out here.
This property is amazing.
MIRANDA: This land has been in our family since
before California was a state.
This tract of timber actually built Edgewater.
Of course, times change, which is why I'm so excited
to share our plans with you and the other investors.
Boar tracks right there.
Oh.
See? There.
There, right there in that thicket.
You see?
- I see him. - Okay, find him in your sight.
Find him in your sight.
And brace yourself.
- Remember what I told you. - Mm-hmm.
Take a deep breath, let it out
as you gently... squeeze the trigger.
- (gunshot) - (boar squeals) - Oh, God. (laughs)
- I think you got him. - (hunters shout in distance)
Oh, you got-- Larry?
Oh, my God.
Larry?
Somebody help me!
Ooh.
Hey. Is that the last jalapeño?
Looks that way. Mm.
Lucky for you, I'm in a sharing mood.
Gina's been polling the office on how we should, uh, spend
the three million bucks that we recovered.
I don't think the county auditor
is gonna approve massage chairs for the break room.
I did not vote for that, by the way.
But I do have an idea.
Oh, let me guess. Mm,
armored personnel carriers?
Uh, SWAT gear?
No, no, no, your personal favorite:
rumble strips.
- That's funny. - (chuckles)
No, actually, um, so, down in Oakland,
the sheriff's office-- we ran this sports program
for at-risk youth, and I think
something like that could really work well here.
- That's a really great idea. - Yeah?
You get the rest of the chips.
Thank you.
(chuckles)
- You got any plans this weekend? - Mm...
Mickey, Boone, you guys are not gonna like this.
The county attorney just called.
The DEA is making a claim
on the $3 million you confiscated.
- What? - They say it's connected
to a case they've been working.
- You've got to be kidding. - Typical Feds.
Wait, we confiscated that money in the course
of our investigation.
According to California law, it's ours.
Well, try telling them that.
I think I will.
I know someone in the DEA.
Who, that, uh, undercover guy Dawson?
His real name is Alec Kane.
Maybe he'll help cut through the bureaucratic BS.
Okay, well, make it quick.
I've got a foosball table in my cart.
Gina, can someone cover my shift this weekend?
Let me check the schedule. Why, what's up?
So... Opening Day. A's vs. Giants.
Two tickets right behind home plate.
- Oh. - Right?
Your favorite team versus Mickey's favorite team.
And she's free this weekend. (gasps)
- Are you gonna ask her? - Maybe. As friends.
Well, I don't know if you know,
but San Francisco is six hours away.
You guys might have to get a hotel.
Come on, Gina, are you gonna
- help me out or not? - All right.
Let me work my magic.
Looks a little shy of $3 million.
Yeah, it's $1.2 million.
I, uh, dug up every hidey-hole that I have.
I put most of my money into the co-op, so...
- Wes, we all did that. - BROWNIE: No kidding.
"You gotta spend money to make money." You said that.
I know what I said, and I feel terrible about this.
Look, you all know me, and you know
that I do not welch.
I lost this money, I'll, I'll pay this money back.
I don't know how. I-I'll, I'll put my land up for auction.
- And it ought to go quick. - Well, not quick enough.
- Ow! Ah! - Tanner, what the hell? - Wes, you okay?
Leave him be!
Million-two ain't gonna cut it.
And that said, seeing how's you're not too good
at keeping track of money, I'll hold on to this.
(turning safe dial)
Tanner.
We've been friends a long time.
I can only protect you for so long.
You get that money, Wes.
You get that money, Wes!
ALEC: This is Agent Alec Kane.
I'm away from my desk at the moment.
- Please leave a message. - (voicemail beeps)
Hey, it's, uh, Mickey Fox. Um...
I know we haven't talked for a while, but, um,
I could use your help with something.
Call me back.
It's, uh, nice to hear your voice.
(knock on door)
- (door opens) - BOONE: Hey.
There's been a hunting accident at the Fraley estate.
Someone's been killed.
(siren wailing)
Mom!
Mom.
Skye, honey.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
I was over there. I couldn't have shot Larry.
- I was facing the other way. - I never even fired my gun.
MICKEY: I'll go talk to Miranda.
Mickey.
I can't believe this happened.
Can you walk me through it?
I-I was paired up with Larry.
I-I saw the boar off in the bushes there,
so I raised my rifle and I showed him how
- to line up the shot. - Had he ever hunted before?
What about the other guests--
were they also inexperienced hunters?
They weren't all inexperienced.
Yes, Larry was a beginner, but I paired up
the experienced hunters with the novices.
Had your guests been drinking?
We served Bloody Marys with the eggs Benedict,
but it's not like it was an open bar.
- Still, that's alcohol. - So this is my fault now?
MICKEY: You handed out rifles
to intoxicated, inexperienced hunters.
You-you see the problem, right, Miranda?
Oh, my God, you just can't resist.
Always so judgmental.
Ms. Fraley, we're just trying
- to piece together... - Yeah, my friend is dead.
Shot right in front of me.
The last thing I need right now is a lecture.
- Tell me about the rifles. - ...30-calibers.
We'll start testing for gunpowder residue.
He was shot from the front.
Looks like the bullet entered his body
from a high angle, right?
You know this property.
Are there hunting stands over here?
Yeah. Yeah, there are a couple.
Come on.
This doesn't make sense.
Those rifles don't have this kind of range.
Well, let's check it out anyway.
MICKEY: Flurries must have covered all the tracks.
- You got anything? - Oh, yeah.
Found something.
Looks like our shooter was definitely up here.
And he had to leave in a hurry.
Notice anything?
...45-caliber casing.
The hunting party was using .30s.
I don't think this was an accident, Mickey.
I think this was murder.
♪ ♪
Hello. Hi. Thank you, thanks for your patience.
We've just confirmed that the bullet
that killed Mr. Norris
came from a different rifle than the ones
you were using. We may have some
follow-up questions, but for now you're free to go.
GUEST: So this wasn't an accident.
Someone wanted to kill Larry.
GUEST 2: And this person's still out there?
Yeah, uh, are we at risk here?
MICKEY: No, we don't believe so,
but as a precaution,
deputies will escort each of you
back to your hotels or to the airport.
Hi, Miranda. Um, about earlier,
I... I didn't mean to lecture you.
Clearly, this wasn't your fault.
You always assume the worst about me, Mickey.
At this point, I've come to expect it.
Excuse me? Can I help you?
Hey, Mickey.
Dawson.
I mean Alec.
I thought I would
- just stop in and sur... - Oh, my God,
- I did not recognize... - (both laugh)
You go first.
(laughs)
- What? - You.
Uh, the suit, no beard.
Ah.
The DEA has a pretty strict dress code.
You don't like it?
I didn't say that.
I got your message.
Yes, my message. Um, someone at your shop
is laying claim to $3 million that we found
in an extortion investigation.
I'd rather not get into a pissing contest with the DEA,
so, um, I was hoping you could talk some sense
into whoever is behind this.
Yeah, so,
about that $3 million.
I'm afraid I can't leave town without it.
You're the one trying to take the money?
What makes you think you have any right
- to money that we found? - Mickey, that money
is directly related to a case
that we've been building against some Colorado dealers.
These guys bought three million bucks' worth
of illegal weed here in Edgewater.
Their contact was a guerrilla grower named Dale Hawkins.
That name ring a bell?
Dale Hawkins was assaulted and left to die by someone
associated with a land grab extortion plot
here in Edgewater.
Nothing to do with your Colorado players.
So let me ask you. The money that you found
was exactly $3 million, right?
That doesn't convince me it's drug money.
So, how about I convince you over dinner tonight?
No chance.
Well, then I'm sorry that I have to pull rank
- on you... - So don't.
But an armored truck will be
here tomorrow to pick up the money
and transport it to the DEA office
in San Francisco.
This is the largest seizure this ECSO has ever had.
Due to our hard work.
You can't just waltz in here and take it.
I'm afraid I just did, Mickey.
You can see yourself out.
(door closes)
Did you hear about that poor fella
who was shot at the Fraleys' yesterday?
It turns out it was no accident.
Poor guy was murdered.
(grunts)
Wes? Are you listening?
Yes, yes, I was listening.
Fraleys, murder, no accident, uh...
Hey, what's the matter?
You seem stressed about something.
(grunts) Did somebody win the lottery?
Those are the choices
for the $3 million that Mickey and Boone found.
Can you believe the DEA got their grimy little mitts
all over it? The nerve.
They're sending an armored truck to pick it up tomorrow.
BOONE: I saw your DEA friend leave.
Is he gonna help us out?
Hardly. He's the one trying to take our money.
And that smug son of a bitch is not my friend.
Copy that.
All right, where are we with Larry Norris?
I spoke to his family,
business partners, former colleagues.
Sounds like everybody loved the guy.
Everybody's a saint after they die.
Yeah, but this guy really was.
He gave a ton of money to charity,
volunteered at his local church.
No enemies I could find.
Certainly no one who would want him dead.
All right, so...
the killer was here on the hunting stand
when he fired.
Boone, didn't Miranda say that she took a step forward
right before the gunshot?
- If she hadn't done that... - He'd have hit her instead.
Maybe Larry wasn't the target.
(vibrating)
Miranda?
Let's send... flowers to Larry's family.
I already did.
(chuckles): Of course you did.
Is Rick upstairs?
Yep.
How does he seem to you? Honestly.
He'll be okay.
Promise me you'll let me know if you think
- he's slipping. - I will.
I've got a splitting headache.
Could you find something for me to take?
- (gunshots) - (screams)
My God.
Larry was shot by mistake? They meant to kill me?
Why would someone want to kill me?
Well, that's what we're gonna find out.
Um, excuse me, this is an active crime scene.
- Nobody touch anything. - That's my fault.
I asked them to clean up. There's glass everywhere.
Okay. Well, we're almost done here.
It shouldn't be much longer.
SKYE: Thanks, Cal.
Skye. (clears throat)
It's not safe for you here.
I-I want you to go home.
It's not safe for them either.
(phone ringing)
- Boone. - Hey, Mick.
We've set up roadblocks within a five-mile radius
of the Fraley estate.
We're checking the surveillance footage.
So far, no luck, but have you asked Miranda
if she's gotten offers to sell her land?
You think this could be related to the intimidation campaign?
The Fraley property sits right in the middle
of all the owners who have been
pressured to sell.
I'll ask her. I'll call you back.
Um, have you had any offers on your land?
Any threats by anyone pressuring you to sell?
Threats? No. Why?
There's this company called Emerald Eden LLC.
They've been snatching up the best
cannabis-producing land in Edgewater,
and they're using hardball tactics to get it.
- Sheriff. - Excuse me.
Shell casings. We found them at the tree line
200 yards from the house.
This is the same caliber as the casings
we found in the hunting stand.
Miranda, can you think of anyone at all
that would want to hurt you? Anybody you've dealt with,
a business associate, a rival?
Just think.
Chuck Porter.
He's the head of the local timber workers' union.
The man hates me. He barged into my office last week.
Why?
I had to downgrade the company's insurance plan.
It's just gotten so expensive.
His wife has M.S.
I know how hard that must be,
- but the names that man called me... - All right,
we'll look into him.
In the meantime, I want you and Rick
to stay at my house until we catch whoever did this.
That's nice of you, Mickey, but we'll stay at a hotel.
Miranda, I will put a deputy outside my house.
It will be the safest place in Edgewater.
Besides...
you guys are family.
Yeah, I'll, I'll stay, too.
It'll be like when we were kids.
We can watch scary movies.
Today wasn't scary enough?
All right, it's settled, then.
Grab your things, I'll run you over.
Okay, I'll see you outside.
(gunshots continue)
BOONE: Chuck Porter?
You got a minute?
It's no secret how I feel about Miranda Fraley,
but you've seen me shoot.
If I wanted her dead, she'd be dead.
Besides,
I was working at the mill, and I got
a hundred guys who vouch for me.
At least for now I do.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, I'm not sure anyone who works at Fraley Timber
will have a job for long.
Rumor has it, Miranda is gonna close two mills.
Buyers have been coming in,
looking at the industrial saws, the forklifts.
- And the kicker? - Hmm.
They just changed the locks on the management doors.
You ask me, they don't want
any pissed-off former employees
coming in to shoot up the place.
(door closes)
Here comes trouble.
WES: Always.
How you doing, Rocky?
I'm better now that you're here.
- Mm-hmm. - You only come around when you want
one of two things.
- Yeah. - So which is it?
Sadly, it is the other.
- A job. - Mm-hmm.
So, what'd you have in mind?
Hundred grand to pop the same type lock
you've popped at least a dozen times.
What do you say?
I say I don't think
my parole officer would approve.
Though I do have my eye on a little spot down in Key West.
Mm. Make a hell of a down payment with a hundred grand.
(chuckling)
♪ Strumming my six-string ♪
♪ On my front porch swing. ♪
You get it.
- (laughs) - Gonna adopt a couple of those
Ernest Hemingway six-toed cats.
(laughs)
I'm-I'm in a jam, Raquelle.
I need help.
That time in Fresno,
things got hairy
and you stood by me.
Whatever you need, I'm in.
(door opens)
MICKEY: Let's get you both settled in.
(door closes)
MICKEY: I'll be back.
I'm gonna go upstairs and change.
Oh, hey.
Dad, what are you doing here?
Uh, I got your text.
Uh, heading up to the mountain.
I'd rather risk a cold than a sleepover with the Fraleys.
Okay, but don't take my good quilt.
- Here, take this one. - No, this is...
(sniffs) It's a little mildewy,
so it needs to be dry-cleaned anyway.
I-I'll take care of that when I get back.
(sighs)
Be nice.
- WES: I'm always nice. - Yeah, right.
- Oh, hi, Miranda. Junior. - MIRANDA: Wes,
- it's been a long time. - Yeah,
lot of water under the bridge, huh?
Hey.
Look, I, um, I got to run, so you be good.
(car door opens and closes)
(engine starts)
SKYE: Wait, let me show you.
- Do you remember her? - RICK: What?
- SKYE: I know. - (Rick laughs)
Oh, we have a deputy outside,
but let's not take any chances.
I didn't come empty-handed.
Uh, cab or sauvignon blanc? (chuckles)
It's not every day someone tries to kill me. Twice.
SKYE: Oh, or how about we have some tea
- while we make dinner? - RICK: My mom
can get as drunk as she wants.
I'm fine with it.
Uh, tea sounds good.
RICK: That was a great dinner, Aunt Mickey.
- Thanks. - Oh. (chuckles)
(overlapping chatter)
Miranda, the other day, um,
at The Meat Up,
I jumped down your throat.
I've been asking myself why...
...and if I'm being honest, I think I was jealous.
Jealous? Hmm.
For whatever reason?
Since I was a kid, all I wanted to do
was to get out of Edgewater.
Don't get me wrong, I love this town, but...
It's Edgewater.
Yeah, and,
uh, then I had Skye,
and I wanted her to get away.
Go to New York or a cute college town.
And now she is getting away.
Thanks to you.
Um, you're giving her all these experiences
and business trips, and...
...I wanted to give her that.
You're her mom, Mickey. I could never replace that.
I know.
And I'm grateful for everything you're doing for her.
You've raised a great kid.
Skye doesn't need me.
She's going places all on her own.
(knock on door)
- Did you tell anyone you were here? - No.
Miranda, put that away.
- I'm fully licensed. - It doesn't matter.
You don't need a gun. It's probably just my deputy
telling me he's on duty. Wait here.
- Hey. - What are you doing here?
How'd you get past my deputy?
Uh...
Look, I don't like how we ended it earlier.
- I feel bad for having to take that money. - You should.
So, called my deputy director
and I got her to approve a law enforcement
partnership grant. It's worth 500 grand.
I doubt your massage chairs will get approved,
but maybe you can get a few new cruisers
- out of it. - What's the catch?
There's no catch.
Just...
I missed you.
And I'm only in town for a few more days.
Can we please not spend it fighting?
- I'd like that. - BOONE: Mickey.
Alec, uh, you remember Lieutenant Boone?
Yeah. How's it going?
The man with the cuffs.
I can come back if you're busy.
Uh, Alec was just leaving.
I'll see you in the morning,
- Agent Kane. - Yeah, yeah.
Hmm.
I didn't realize that the DEA made house calls.
Is, uh-- what'd you call him--
"that smug son of a bitch" still keeping our money?
Yeah, let me worry about that. How'd it go with Chuck Porter?
Porter's got an alibi.
He didn't try to kill Miranda, but he did give me
a good reason why somebody might want to.
Fraley Timber is shutting down mills.
What?
- Are you sure? - For now
it's just a rumor, but Miranda's already
laid off 30 guys. That, I confirmed.
Why didn't Miranda tell me this?
How the hell did you get in here?
I'd like you to meet a very special friend of mine.
This is Rocky,
the sexiest lockpick on the West Coast.
How you doing?
Well, you've got some brass balls, Wes.
What the hell is this?
Business opportunity.
Our $3 million will be leaving the sheriff's office
tomorrow in an armored truck.
Rocky and I plan on stealing it back
from those DEA sons of bitches.
But it'll be difficult for the two of us.
This is where you come in. Now, you can
convince the co-op to help,
or you let Tanner kill me.
Try to kill me.
But only one of those choices
is going to get you your money back.
So this little thing's gonna break into an armored truck?
- How? - Shouldn't take much longer than it took
to crack your X900 Vault-Rex.
Nice choice, by the way.
Not many private homes have a triple pin system.
Where's the damn money?
So what's the plan?
Is everything okay out there?
Yeah, um, Boone spoke to Chuck Porter.
He was working during the time of both shootings,
so we don't think he did it, but he mentioned layoffs
and rumors of the mills closing. Is that true?
The timber industry has been in decline for years.
Fewer new homes are being built.
Paper business is a fraction of what it used to be.
So it is true.
Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?
Well, taking away people's jobs--
that's motive, Miranda.
We offer a generous severance.
I-I've gone out of my way to find odd jobs
for former employees.
Okay, but why didn't you tell me any of this?
Because, Mickey...
four generations of Fraleys have run the business.
To think that could end
on my watch...
that I could be the one to lose everything
my family has worked for.
Okay.
Hey, you won't be.
If I know anything about you,
you'll make it work.
(glass clattering softly)
What are you doing, Rick?
What does it look like?
This isn't the answer, okay?
I-I know it's been a really stressful time...
My mom basically dared me to drink this by bringing it here.
Yeah, but you opened it.
- Take some accountability. - Oh, please, I can't
with the therapy talk right now.
Okay.
Then just talk to me.
I'm never gonna have the support system that you have.
My mom just...
outsources all my problems to the highest bidder.
Well, maybe if you just opened up to her...
You have no idea what you're talking about.
You think you know her, but you don't.
No. (laughs softly)
You don't know me either.
What do you mean, Rick?
Nothing.
Just forget it.
- (chuckles) - Okay, look.
No one can do sobriety for you.
I definitely can't.
I'm still working on my own, but...
I can do for you what Bode did for me.
Come to the meetings with us on Tuesdays and Fridays.
At Grace Church.
It helps.
Boone! Boone.
- What? - Come here.
What?
Did you ask her? I got Ted to cover your shift.
Maybe this isn't a good idea.
Boone, I know you like her.
- Shh. - So stop pretending, at least around me.
Okay, fine. I like her.
Okay? She's, like... perfect, okay?
But-but she's also my boss.
It's like a bear trap. I get too close, I lose a limb.
Buddy, you're already standing in the trap.
You might as well ask her out.
I think she'd say yes.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What makes you say that?
Please. I've known Mickey since she was a teenager.
She has a way of laughing
that only happens when she's around you.
Ask her.
Y-You know, better yet, tell her how you feel.
Hmm.
BOONE: Hey.
I got a list of Fraley employees who are also
registered Bushmaster rifle owners, so...
Before we go through it,
I just wanted to ask you something.
Or maybe tell you something.
Close the door.
There's something I've been wanting to get off my chest.
You've picked up on it,
so it's nothing you don't already know, um...
Alec and I had a thing
back when he was an undercover agent.
Oh, Mickey, we don't have to talk about this.
Uh, it was very casual and uncomplicated.
Um, mostly, it was just really, really good.
Um, but now he's back, and suddenly
everything just feels very...
Complicated.
(sighs) That's why you never date
somebody you work with, ever.
Just always blows up in your face.
(knock on door)
The DEA is here to pick up our money.
You're giving them the money?
I met with the county attorney, and he said the DEA
had a valid claim, so...
And thank you, Boone.
For what?
Talking through this stuff with me.
I'm glad we have that kind of friendship.
I'll take my shift back.
What happened? Did you ask her?
You should take your nephew to the game. My plans changed.
At least you're a bandit with good manners.
The better to rob you with, my dear.
Are you sure your driver doesn't need a police escort?
Nah. I'm sending one of my best agents with him.
Well, I guess this is goodbye again.
I'll probably stay in Edgewater one more night.
(truck door opens)
Agent Kane.
(truck doors close)
Sheriff Fox.
(car door opens)
♪ ♪
(tires screech)
(horn honks)
Sorry, hon, I almost tapped you.
Hey, uh, what's the holdup?
Look, h-how long's this gonna take? I-I don't,
I don't have all day.
Wh-What's going on here?
(horn honking)
Come on!
♪ ♪
She's in position.
Lord help us.
There are seven Bushmaster rifle owners
who either work at Fraley Timber now
or have in the last five years.
This guy was working at Miranda's last night.
He wanted to fix the window.
BOONE: Cal Webb.
He got laid off after the mill burned down.
I guess Miranda's throwing him some work.
Boone, Cal was there
when Miranda agreed to stay at my house.
- So he'd know where to find her. - Adam Six,
this is Sheriff One. Report status.
Sheriff One, this is Adam Six. All quiet.
Adam Six, be advised, we have a new
person of interest in connection with yesterday's shooting.
Cal Webb, white male, approximately five-ten,
assumed to be armed and dangerous.
Be on the lookout.
Copy that, Sheriff One.
His address is on file. Find him.
I'm going to my house to sit with Miranda just in case.
Come on, I-I'm gonna be late!
- (horn honking) - Sir, sir, it'll just be a minute.
- There's a power line down. Please. - How's that my problem?!
- Huh? - You have to wait.
A minute. Okay, just one minute.
- (horn honking) - (metallic click)
- You hear that? - Go check it out.
- WES: I don't have time for this! - (seat belt clicks)
I don't have...
Ah, screw it, I'm going around.
- Sir! Sir! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- This guy's gonna hit us. - Sir!
- You can't do that. - (whispers): Louder.
Calm down, sir.
- We'll get you through in just a minute, okay? - Idiot.
- LUNA: Calm down. - WES: I don't have time for this.
- (knocks) - She's done.
Thanks for your patience.
About damn time.
All right, let's go.
♪ ♪
(phone ringing)
- Boone. - BOONE: Hey, I'm at the Webbs' house.
He's not here, but his wife's worried about him.
He's been laid off three times in the last two years.
- She said he's not been himself lately. - Copy.
Whitley.
Have you heard from Webb?
- Whitley! - (groans)
Are you okay?
He snuck up on me
and hit me in the back of the head.
- I think he went into your house. - (gunshot)
- MIRANDA: Please, let's talk! - CAL: Shut up!
Everything out of your mouth is a lie.
You've lied to all of us. You're a lying, greedy bitch.
- (gunshot) - (Miranda shouts)
Who's that? Who's there?
- Who's there? - MICKEY: This is Sheriff Mickey Fox.
- Put your weapon down. - Stay where you are.
Miranda deserves this bullet, not you.
MICKEY: Cal, I don't believe you're a killer.
You're just hurting.
I'm a killer now!
I killed that man in the woods!
It's one thing to shoot a man from a quarter mile off.
It's something else to look
a person in the eye and pull the trigger.
That's why Miranda is still alive.
That's why you didn't shoot Deputy Whitley.
He didn't deserve it, but she does.
Three times, I've had to move my wife and kids.
(crying): Three times, "Daddy's lost his job again."
While she throws parties for her fancy friends!
They were investors!
I had to raise money
- to save the company. - Shut up!
(screams)
You shot Larry Norris by mistake.
You can explain that to your kids.
But you shoot two, three people,
then you're a killer.
You can't explain that away.
- Stay back, I'll shoot. - No, you won't.
That Bushmaster holds three rounds.
(gun clicks)
You're out.
Hand me your weapon.
Now.
Hands behind your back.
Cal, you want to shoot me, huh? You want to kill me?
- Miranda, put the gun down. - I have every right
to defend myself, to defend my family.
We built Edgewater.
- What the hell did you ever build? - Miranda!
- Mickey, move. - This isn't self-defense,
it's murder.
Think of Rick.
Put down the gun.
Put it down.
(sirens wailing in distance)
(indistinct chatter)
(sighs) Some day, huh?
- Yeah. - (sighs)
MICKEY: Want to grab a beer?
Honestly, I'm fried. (chuckles)
(vehicle door closes)
Boo.
Well, rain check, then.
Yeah.
SKYE: Mom, I'm gonna head out now.
Uh, taking Rick to a meeting with Bode.
I'm proud of how you're taking care of your cousin.
Thanks.
- Mmm. - Um, Mom?
I don't like it when bullets come close to you.
(chuckles): Oh. Okay.
Are you staying at your place tonight?
Uh, yeah, uh, and Grandpa called,
told me to tell you that he's staying up on the mountain.
So you have the place to yourself.
Do something fun.
Bye, Mom.
(footsteps receding)
("Crushed Velvet" by Valley James playing)
(phone clicking softly)
(phone whooshes)
♪ I'm crushed velvet ♪
♪ A sleight of hand ♪
♪ American muscle ♪
♪ Line in the sand ♪
♪ Take the bullet out your gun ♪
♪ I'm a bad bitch just for fun ♪
♪ Not your prey, don't need to run ♪
♪ Run, run ♪
♪ Take the bullet out your gun ♪
♪ Ain't no prey, don't need to run ♪
♪ I can be a bad boy, too ♪
♪ 'Cause that's what cowgirls do ♪
♪ That's what cowgirls do. ♪
Hey. Wait your turn, ingrate.
Here is the $100,000 we agreed upon.
And here's a little bonus for good behavior.
(laughs softly)
You know that little cottage down in Key West
is good for strumming your six-string, maybe...
...something more.
Oh, as much as I want to, I can't.
I got things keeping me here.
You know where I'll be.
(door opens)
(door closes)
- MAMA JOE: Here's your cut. - WES: Oh, nope.
This is my 1.2, so you take the rest of it
and divide it up amongst the crew.
Wait, what the hell you talking about? They got their share.
The night that I lost all this money,
I was face down in a ditch, hunkered down.
I had Mickey and half the cavalry on my tail.
I swore to myself that if I somehow avoided
being arrested by my daughter, that I would go straight.
I got to honor that.
(sighs) So that's it. I'm out, JoAnne.
Wait, Wes Fox on the straight and narrow? (chuckles)
- I don't believe it. - Yeah, believe it or not,
but you can't say Wes Fox didn't go out with a bang.
And if my estimation is correct,
those DEA agents are likely rolling into San Fran
realizing that they've been robbed,
ooh... right about now.
Alec Kane,
born in Tucson...
...youngest of three.
(laughs): It's weird to know this stuff.
Is it bad weird?
I didn't say that.
(phone vibrating)
(phone ringing)
(sighs) Come on, if my phone can wait...
It's my deputy director.
Director Santos, how are you?
What?
How is that even possible?
Yes, ma'am, I'll get into it. My whole team.
I'll call in the troops right now.
Alec?
What is it? What's wrong?
Someone stole that $3 million.
This town has no idea what's coming.
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