Previously on Sheriff Country...
There is this company called Emerald Eden.
They've been snatching up the best
cannabis-producing land in Edgewater,
and they're using hardball tactics to get it.
Dale! Dale?
Congratulations, Mr. Ford.
Your client continues terrorizing
the residents of this county.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You need to calm down.
Who's behind Emerald Eden?
You want us to do you like we did that grower?
Maybe this isn't a good idea.
Boone, I know you like her.
So stop pretending.
Tell her how you feel.
-Hey, Mickey. -Dawson.
MICKEY: I mean, "Alec."
Alec and I had a thing, back when
he was an undercover agent.
The DEA is making a claim
on the three million you confiscated.
You can't just waltz in here and take it.
I'm afraid I just did, Mickey.
Our three million will be leaving the sheriff's office
tomorrow in an armored truck.
-So, what's the plan? -ALEC: Someone stole that three million dollars.
This town has no idea what's coming.
* *
* Well, I've been out walking *
* I don't do... *
WES: Long time since me and you have been up here.
-MICKEY: Yeah. -What do you think, Skye?
-SKYE: It's cold. -(Mickey laughs) -WES: Ha.
We used to bring your mom up here fishing
when she was yea high.
First time-- she was four, maybe--
she caught a rainbow trout right out there.
It was half as big as she was.
As soon as that thing comes out of the water,
she starts screaming, "Throw it back, Daddy.
-Throw it back." -(laughter)
Come on, it was staring right at me.
WES: So, I grab the fish,
which was not a happy fish, by the way,
and I try to take the hook out.
Well, your mom, she starts flailing,
and she sets the hook.
She set it right through my thumb.
I'm bleeding worse than the fish,
and I got my thumb down its gullet,
it's going crazy, and your grandmother jumps down
and she snipped the line,
she threw the trout back in the water
and she scooped your mama up in a big old hug.
Your grandmother was one hell of a woman.
I see her every time I look at the two of you.
You're feeling awfully sentimental today.
* And I wonder if... *
SKYE: You know, after Brandon died, I...
I felt so alone.
But now, I realize I was never really alone.
The two of you, and Dad, were always there for me.
-(soft chuckle) -Love you, honey.
I love you.
And I love you, Dad.
-More than you know. -(helicopter approaching)
He's flying really low, isn't he?
* *
MICKEY: Drug Enforcement.
They're heading towards Deadwater.
* Hear the devil callin' *
-* Hear the devil callin'... * -ALEC: Let's go.
Yeah, let's go. Move, move, move.
* Well, I hear the devil callin' *
* Got to pay him what he's due *
* I can't stop the dogs of war... *
Breach and clear, breach and clear. Move, move, move.
Tanner Cook, put your hands up
-against the wall! -Get up against the wall now!
-Don't move! -Move, move!
Get your hands up!
(screams)
-We're all clear! -Resisting. -Get off me!
Don't resist!
* Well, I see the fields burnin' *
* 'Cause hell is coming through... *
Clear left, clear right. Find him.
* Dogs of war... *
Martin "Brownie" Ball, you're under arrest.
-Hands behind your back. -Do as you're told, you won't get hurt.
-MAYA: Mommy! -AGENT: Show me your hands! -What the hell are you doing?
-JAY: We're legal growers. We have permits. -You're hurting her.
-MAYA: Stop it. -I'm okay. I'm okay, baby.
BROWNIE: I'm-I'm a farmer. That's not a crime.
That's not a crime! That doesn't even make...
* Coming up for you... *
Please, you're hurting my arm. Please.
* Dogs of... *
Federal government needs body armor for soccer moms now?
Well, maybe if you'd done your job
in the first place, Deputy, we wouldn't need to be here.
What did you just say to me?
You have an interstate drug cartel
operating under your nose.
This whole department
has been way too friendly with these people.
You need to choose your next few words
-real carefully. -MICKEY: Boone.
Agent Kane, my office.
You said you wanted an interrogation room,
not half the damn station.
You need choppers and Humvees to bring in farmers now?
They stopped being farmers the second
they stole three million dollars of DEA money in broad daylight.
-You familiar with JoAnne Henshaw? -Sure.
Mama Joe. She's one of the OG growers, lives on the mountain.
JoAnne Henshaw is the mastermind of a criminal cartel
operating right here in Edgewater.
We're still piecing it together, but six months ago,
Henshaw used her influence over Edgewater growers
to form a so-called co-op.
It's really just a homegrown cannabis cartel.
The money you recovered in the woods,
-that three million dollars? -The money
you took from my department.
It's cartel money.
The proceeds of an interstate drug deal
brokered by Mama Joe and her cartel counterparts,
with some dealers out of Colorado.
We took these two days ago outside of Mama Joe's cabin.
That is Tanner Cook, six years
in prison on federal weapons charges.
Martin "Brownie" Ball,
who's been in and out of your county jails
for half his life, and Luna Miller...
-A legal grower. -Who just this year was involved
-in a shootout on the open road. -She was robbed,
Alec, trying to pay her taxes.
Growing weed in California is not a crime.
We're not charging them in California, Mickey.
The second that they sent drugs across state line,
it became the DEA's problem.
All right.
Walk me through this.
My contacts in Colorado gave me two names--
Dale Hawkins and Tanner Cook.
My agents are with Dale in the hospital now. He's not talking.
So we put our focus on Tanner.
We surveilled him outside of Mama Joe's cabin in Deadwater.
And as you can see, they were not alone.
This morning, we served a search warrant
on Mama Joe's cabin and several other locations.
We recovered a portion of the stolen money buried ten feet
outside of Brownie's front door.
(sighs) And Mama Joe?
By the time we got to her cabin, she was gone.
Looks like she's on the run.
All right, I'll put out a BOLO.
(knocking)
We just got a call.
Building manager requesting a welfare check.
Oh, can you handle it? I-I'm in the middle of this.
The address belongs to Liman Ford.
The lawyer for Emerald Eden?
Let's go.
-Wait. Who's Liman Ford? -MICKEY: Somebody who's
been intimidating local growers,
trying to get them to sell their land.
Ford is the lawyer who papered the deal.
NEWSWOMAN: The federal Drug Enforcement Administration
has carried out a series of dramatic early-morning raids
across Edgewater County.
No statement has been issued,
but we're told that several arrests have been made
in a sweep reminiscent
of the so-called CAMP--
or Campaign Against Marijuana Planting--
-raids of the 1990s, when... -(loud banging on door)
(banging continues)
What the hell's going on out there?
Look, it's not smart to come here, Joe.
It would've been dumber to call.
I got the warning when I heard the DEA
was moving up the mountain.
Threw my dogs in the truck, hauled ass out the back.
Tried to warn the others, but it's too late.
They got Brownie, Tanner and Luna.
They got Luna?
-Here. -(pushes chair)
Hmm.
-(Wes groans) -Someone must've talked.
-Who? -I don't know.
-Dale? -No, no, couldn't have been Dale, no.
Well, doesn't matter anyway.
It's only a matter of time before your name comes up.
It's time to get the hell out of Dodge, old man.
I got a cousin in Alaska.
You can come with.
Two sets of eyes on the road are better than one.
And it's easy enough to cut into Canada on rez land, but
we got to leave now.
I can't just leave.
You can't stay.
They put you in this time,
the way you pop those heart pills,
old as we are, you ain't never getting out.
I got a truck packed. Now grab a bag, let's go.
Okay. You go.
-Wes! -I have things to take care of.
It'll... A couple hours.
I'll be two hours behind you.
I'll meet you.
WES: I'll see you soon.
Building manager says no one's seen Ford since Friday.
That's the day we questioned him
for being involved in the land-grab campaign.
Oh.
Edgewater County Sheriff's Office.
Liman Ford?
He was spooked. Maybe he left town.
This is Sheriff Mickey Fox. Mr. Ford, are you at home?
-Oh. -Oof.
BOONE: Sheriff's office!
-Clear! -Clear!
He's at home.
* *
(body bag zips)
-(keyboard keys clacking) -(camera shutter clicking)
BOONE: Nothing is locked, nothing password-protected,
yet not a single file mentioning Emerald Eden LLC.
So, Ford was buying up property
for these guys for, like, six months,
but their names aren't anywhere on his computer?
HANK: Or in his filing cabinet.
The building manager said Ford worked from home.
-So, the files should be here. -Maybe Ford scrubbed
-his files for some reason. -BOONE: Yeah, but
why go to the trouble if you're just gonna off yourself?
Maybe someone else scrubbed them, like Emerald Eden,
trying to tie up loose ends.
Ford's not the only person that works
for Emerald Eden that we know about.
Frank Stokes.
Guy we arrested for intimidating growers.
MICKEY: He's still sitting in jail for assault.
Why don't you guys go pay him a visit?
Now that's he's got a dead accomplice,
he might be more cooperative.
And get a rush on the autopsy.
Emerald Eden's been terrorizing Edgewater for six months.
I have a feeling they just graduated to murder.
-What are you getting into? -I'm gonna go to the ECSO.
Make sure these DEA guys aren't getting too cozy.
Alec seemed pretty cozy to me.
Dismissed.
(garbled radio transmission)
-(speaking Bulgarian) -(woman grunting)
(woman grunting)
-(Joey speaking Bulgarian) -(women grunting)
Joey?
* *
Didn't learn your lesson from last time, old man?
I'm not here for a rematch. I'm here to do business.
Then you better start talking before I lose my patience.
Not with you, Joey.
Him.
(woman grunting)
Sure you want to do this?
WES: You know who I am.
Then you're gonna know this is not easy for me to say.
I'm liquidating.
Everything goes.
My acreage, my trucks, my strain, all of it.
But I need the money now.
There's not gonna be no haggling.
I need money that's clean, and I need it today.
-What's the rush? -I'm leaving Edgewater.
And I won't be coming back.
And may I ask, where is the Fox heading in such a hurry?
Today.
* *
Where's JoAnne Henshaw?
Never heard of her.
ALEC: I've got some bad news for you.
We already found the money, Brownie.
You buried it right outside your front door, dummy.
I'm a legal grower.
I have permits.
I pay taxes. Mickey knows me.
Everybody knows Sheriff Fox.
That's not going to save you from having
to watch your kids grow up from behind bars.
How much of their lives do you think you're gonna miss?
I'm just curious.
What kind of permit do you need for felony armed robbery?
My sources tell me that you're the real mastermind
behind the Colorado deal.
So, why let Dale and Mama Joe take all the credit?
-Mama who? -I don't think you get it.
It doesn't matter that weed is legal in California.
This is a federal investigation.
We are talking hard time.
There is one deal on the table today,
and the first person that gives me Mama Joe Henshaw gets it.
One!
(sighs)
JAY: Where is she?
I need to speak to my wife. Her name's Luna Miller.
-Jay. -This is all just a big misunderstanding.
Mickey, thank God. Do you know where Luna is?
-The DEA won't tell me anything. -Um, she's here.
They're holding her for questioning.
This doesn't make any sense.
Luna, a cartel? I don't understand.
(mouths)
Maya, right?
Do you remember me? Yeah?
Are you guys hungry?
-Mama? Mama. -It's okay. It's okay.
MICKEY: There you go.
Let me know if you want more.
I'm not gonna lie to you, Jay.
These are serious allegations.
Mickey, it's Luna.
She's not a criminal. She's...
a mom.
Just make sure the girls eat.
-I'll let you know what I hear. -ALEC: Mickey?
ALEC: No one is talking.
Did you match the serial numbers
on Brownie's bills to the stolen drug money?
-It's in progress. -In progress?
Alec, what exactly do you have on these guys?
How about cultivation, possession and distribution
of a Schedule One controlled substance?
Luna has kids, Alec.
Do you think this is how I want to be spending my time?
Mickey, my ass is on the line.
I was agent-in-charge when three million dollars got stolen.
It was all I could do to keep my boss
from riding into town and running this investigation.
And Deputy Director Santos?
This is not a woman you want to mess with.
So, you want to get the DEA out of Edgewater?
You want us to pack up and go home?
Help me find Mama Joe Henshaw.
You want to help Luna?
Convince her to make a deal.
Help me, Mickey.
And let's put this thing to bed.
(sighs) I don't know anything.
Jay and the girls are here.
How are they doing?
Scared.
Confused.
They're strong.
You know, I used to love making pancakes with my mom.
It was so easy, but they always just turned out so good.
Her secret ingredient-- vanilla.
Half a teaspoon.
One day, we were in the kitchen, and, um,
I just finished measuring it out,
and I hear this-- bang.
And I look over.
I can see into the front yard,
and this soldier has his knee...
...on my father's back.
I was so little.
Barely six years old?
I can still hear the helicopters,
and my father screaming, "Maria! Let her go.
She doesn't know anything," but
they took my mom, too.
I spent the night on a social worker's couch.
Both my parents were in jail.
And you know what that social worker said to me?
"It's okay, honey.
You're strong."
I wasn't strong, Luna.
I was a kid.
I never saw my mom again.
She contracted viral pneumonia, awaiting trial,
and she...
died in Edgewater County Jail.
I still think of her every time I go in there.
Think about your kids, Luna.
-(sighs) -The choice that you make today
will affect them for the rest of their lives.
The DEA thinks that Mama Joe is behind this.
I don't know.
We have to find her and talk to her.
If you tell me what you know,
I promise
I will do everything I can
to make sure you go home to your family.
(breathing shakily)
I think I should talk to a lawyer.
HANK: Stokes didn't talk the first time we questioned him,
so what makes you think he's gonna talk now?
Liman Ford is dead, maybe because
he knew too much about Emerald Eden.
If I'm Stokes, I'd be worried I'm next.
HANK: Hmm.
What is this?
My sergeant said you wanted to see Frank Stokes.
Here's Frank Stokes.
-When the hell did this happen? -Couple hours ago.
Happened out on the yard, but nobody's talking.
Least of all Frank Stokes or Liman Ford.
At the rate these guys are dropping,
we are never gonna get to the truth.
Liman Ford was making buyout offers for Emerald Eden LLC.
He was the last one to talk to Dale Hawkins before...
Frank Stokes beat Dale
-into a coma. -But when Dale woke up, he told us
there were two guys who beat him up.
Right. So, who was Stokes's mystery buddy?
Stokes was in the Death Merchants, right?
-Yeah. -So, what does a motorcycle club
known for dealing in meth want
-with the best weed land in Edgewater? -Good question.
Maybe we should get the DEA guy's take.
-Who? Alec Kane? -Yeah.
He was undercover with them, right?
Yeah. Whole scumbag rodeo.
So...
maybe he's got some insight.
When I want to turn a traffic stop into World War III,
I'll give Alec Kane a call. Until then,
how about we do some actual police work?
Any ideas?
Always.
(country music playing)
(chatter, laughter)
Oh. How is that chili burger?
It's not bad.
You mind? Haven't eaten all day.
Mack, help me out with something, man.
Liman Ford.
-Never seen him. -No?
-Tough break. -All right, well, here's someone I know
you do know-- Frank Stokes.
Member of your crew.
Now, look, we know
that Liman Ford was making land offers
for Emerald Eden LLC.
And we know that Stokes and a partner of his
were roughing up anyone who refused.
Hey, Amber, you want to get me the check?
Mm. Way too much salt.
You know what I think, Mack?
I think whoever's behind Emerald Eden is getting rid
of any of the people who were doing their dirty work.
Making sure that they cannot talk.
If I was Stokes's partner, I'd start wondering...
am I next?
Is there anything else?
(Hank slaps table)
-That told us nothing. -It told us one thing.
That's not a guy who's worried
about being tied up as a loose end.
That's the guy who's doing the tying.
(footsteps approaching)
Couldn't meet me inside?
I just need fresh air, so...
And the ginger ale you asked for, for the nausea.
Oh.
What was that for?
You... being so sweet.
Don't start spreading that rumor.
Wes, what is going on?
I need to disappear for a little while.
-It's-- -Why? Did something happen?
I spoke to Amber, and she's gonna see to it
that you get back and forth to your chemo.
She'll take care of it.
Oh, Wes,
what did you get yourself into?
(door opens)
Do you have a sec?
-Yeah. -(closes door)
I had no idea.
That story that you told Luna
about your parents getting arrested?
I am so sorry, Mickey.
It's not something I like talking about.
I know this must be hard for you, all of this.
But this isn't the CAMP raids.
We're not talking about farmers with a few rows of pot plants.
We're chasing criminals.
This co-op or grow-op or whatever you want to call it?
This operation had scale.
I know. I know. (sniffles)
It's just hard, seeing people like Luna facing jail time.
It's like there's this Edgewater that was--
this-this town that I want this place to be--
and the Edgewater that is.
And they're like two trains moving in opposite directions.
And I'm in the middle,
trying to hold them together,
or keep from being torn apart.
Um, can you excuse me?
I-I'll be right back.
MICKEY: Dad?
Mickey.
Everything okay? Oh.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's up?
You heard about Mama Joe and Luna?
Yeah.
Thank you for going legal.
(sighs) That could have been you, Dad.
That could have been you, all over again.
(Mickey sighs)
* This is my house *
* And I'm doing what I want *
-* This is my house * -Hi.
* And I'm calling all the shots... *
Lieutenant Boone.
-Emmy. -Emmy?
That's all you have to say for yourself?
* You want to play with me, well... *
Oh, Nathan didn't tell you?
-Uh... -He has a thing
for making karaoke dates
with good-looking medical examiners
he meets on law enforcement dating apps
-and then cancelling at the last minute. -Oh.
I deal with lots of dead guys, but this was my first ghost.
* This is my house, and I'm doing what I want... *
-I have yet to complete a full autopsy... -(music stops)
...but given the nature of the crime
and the importance of communication
in a healthy relationship,
I'm happy to share my preliminary findings.
This man did not commit suicide.
Based on arterial bruising,
he was strangled to death before
he was hung from the ceiling fan.
Look how clean both abrasion lines are.
No signs of a struggle here,
but...
see here?
I extracted skin from underneath the fingernails.
He clearly put up a fight.
My guess is that he was knocked unconscious
before he was strangled.
I'm still waiting on X-rays to come back,
but I'll bet you I find sub-cranial hemorrhaging.
Oh.
Hmm. What is this?
Hand me those clippers.
Yup.
The black. Yeah.
(buzzing)
"DMMC"?
"Death Merchants Motorcycle Club."
Same as the knuckle-duster
Mack Maguire was wearing at The Meat Up.
-BOONE: Okay. -(phone camera clicks)
Call Judge Pete. Tell him that we want to charge Mack Maguire
in connection with the murder of Liman Ford.
I'm texting you this photo.
Make sure you attach it to the application for the warrant.
I will be sure to communicate that.
Uh... (sighs)
Emmy, I'm so sorry. I should've called.
Whoever she was-- the reason you cancelled--
I hope she was worth it.
(typing rapidly)
BOONE: You're sure? Well, leave a couple of deputies there
in case he comes back.
We are all hands on deck until we find Mack Maguire.
Thank you.
(sighs)
Does this belong to you?
I got a conference call with my deputy director.
Mickey said I could use the War Room.
I just need the table clear.
Make yourself at home, why don't you?
No need for the tone, Deputy. I'm just doing my job.
Your job? You're a disgrace to your job.
Are we gonna have a problem?
BOONE: No.
As long as you stay out of my way.
What? You got something to say? Say it.
-Say it! What you gonna do? -Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey.
-Do something! -Hey! Hey!
Say it, Kane. What? What?
Are you outta your mind, Deputy?
Hey, hey!
-(shouting indistinctly) -Hey, what the hell's going on?
-What the hell is your problem? -I had him, Mick. I had our guy.
-Who? -Mack Maguire.
The leader of the Death Merchants Motorcycle Club
is the guy who killed Liman Ford.
I had a warrant from Judge Pete.
Okay, amazing. So, what's the issue?
Hank went to arrest Maguire, and he's gone.
It looks like he ran, and I'm telling you, Mick, I had him.
Like, not three hours ago,
I'm sitting across from him at The Meat Up.
-I should've put a tail on him. -All right, all right.
Cut yourself some slack, okay?
We'll-we'll find Maguire.
You really think he's behind Emerald Eden?
Maybe not behind it, but an enforcer? Yeah.
All right, I'm gonna go ask Alec.
No. No, no, no. No way.
He was undercover with the Death Merchants.
He probably met Maguire.
He can offer us some insight.
The faster that Alec Kane is out of this ECSO,
the better off that we will all be.
Hank and I will go find Maguire.
Okay, what is your problem with Alec, Boone?
My-my problem with--
I'll tell you what my problem with Alec is.
The DEA is terrorizing Edgewater,
and we're just sitting around watching.
That guy's everything that's wrong with policing,
-and you used to know that. -Oh, hang on.
Do I love the helicopters and the-the militaristic BS?
Of course not. "Everything that's wrong with policing"?
That's a stretch, and you know it.
So, what is your actual problem?
-I just told you. -No, you didn't.
I'm not gonna let you stand there and lie to me.
I know you too well for that.
There is a killer on the loose, and you won't
turn to the one guy who could help us?
I don't have time for this, Mick.
Do not turn your back on me.
This isn't about police tactics,
-and it's not about manners. -Mickey...
This is about something more personal, and you know it.
-Mickey... -So, I'm gonna ask you
-one more time. What is... -Stop.
-...your problem... -I'm asking you, please.
...with Alec? -I'm crazy about you, Mick, okay?
I've been crazy about you. You have to see that.
I think I'm in love with you.
Boone, I...
-I-It's okay you don't feel the same way. -Hey.
-No. I... -No, no. It's-it's fine.
-You don't have to say anything. -I love you.
You're my family.
You'll always be my family.
That's all it's ever gonna be.
(door closes)
I, uh...
I have to go away for a while.
So, I've, um...
Boy, I've really messed up now.
(inhales sharply)
Oh...
Um... I'm gonna need you to...
...look after Mickey and Skye.
Hmm?
(sniffles)
I wish you were here to talk me out of this.
(groans)
(sighs)
(garbled radio transmission)
(indistinct chatter)
(conversing indistinctly)
Agent Kane?
Sorry.
I was upset about a case.
Ah, forget about it.
We've both got a lot going on.
This case you're working,
Mickey said the Death Merchants were involved?
I'm looking for Mack Maguire.
Yeah, I knew him when I was there.
Not a man to be messed with.
If, um, Maguire needed somewhere to lie low?
There was a safe house the Death Merchants used to use.
It was up near Saw Valley.
It's on a ridge, so they can see anyone approaching.
-I'll send you a pin. -Appreciate it.
Yeah.
Hey, we're all on the same team, right?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Oh, Boone?
If you're going after Mack Maguire, go armed for bear.
The Death Merchants are dangerous.
BOONE: Our target is Mack Maguire.
He is also our best lead
on whoever is behind Emerald Eden LLC,
so we have to take him alive.
Everybody, lock it up.
We're out.
(truck engine idling)
-He could be running. -(sighs)
(engine continues idling)
HANK: Maguire! Step out!
-(gunshot) -(groans) -BOONE: Fire!
(gunfire)
Hold fire! Hold fire!
Hank?
BOONE: Stay with Iglecias.
OFFICER: Shots fired. Shots fired.
One officer hit. Repeat-- one officer down.
Responding units to Saw Ridge.
BOONE: Hold the house. Hold the house.
OFFICER: Lieutenant, he's not breathing!
No, no, no.
All right. Come on, Hank. Talk to me, man.
(Hank gasps loudly, groans)
Hank, talk to me. Talk to me.
(groans, pants)
-Oh, God. -(laughs)
HANK: Ah. (groaning) Aah. Geez.
-Hey, let's call an ambulance. We got broken ribs. -(groaning)
Stop laughing. You're making it worse. Stop moving.
Oh, did it look cool?
No, not at all. (laughs)
Grandpa?
I'm home.
Grandpa?
TRAVIS: In here, hon.
Oh, Dad.
What are you doing here?
Uh, your grandpa called me.
He has something he needs to tell you.
WES: We need to talk, hon.
Take a seat.
I've been putting the pieces together on how the co-op
-stole the DEA's three million dollars. -(door closes)
I put in a call to the sheriff
in Drake County, where it happened.
-He just got back to me. -And?
The robbers staged a construction hold.
That's how they got the armored truck to stop.
I asked the sheriff to send me
all the traffic cam footage he had,
and he just sent me this.
ALEC: That's Luna.
MICKEY: That's our patch.
That's an Edgewater County Sheriff's uniform.
It's not just any uniform, Mickey.
Look at the stars on Luna's collar.
Where'd you get the uniform?
Where did you get my uniform?!
Where?!
Mickey...
...like you don't know.
I have made some mistakes in my...
I've made a lot of mistakes in my life.
I don't regret 'em, though.
All of them have led me right back here, into your life.
It don't get no better than that.
Grandpa, what's going on?
-I'm going away for a while. -SKYE: What do you mean?
Where are you going?
Dad?
Your dad helped me. We drew up a trust.
I, uh... I sold most of my land.
The money is clean.
It's enough for you to do whatever you want to do
in this world, or at least it'll get you started...
I don't want your money. Where are you going?
The place that we went this morning,
where we... where we went hiking.
It's the first land I ever owned.
I bought it when I moved to Edgewater.
But it-it's clean, they can't touch it.
Who can't touch it?
That land and that money-- it's all yours.
-All of it. -Who can't touch it?
Fox or Fraley, you're the best of us.
-Grandpa, please. -We all make mistakes.
But don't you ever
be ashamed of the mistakes that you've made,
because all of those mistakes--
they led you right back here into my life.
(door opens)
(door slams)
Forget something, Dad?
I think you left this at the dry cleaners.
This whole time?
What's going on?
Mickey, why don't you have a seat?
Look, I just thought I was doing what was best.
Don't.
(grunts) Don't you dare.
Best for who?
WES: Me.
I was doing what was best for me,
like I always do.
I did it.
I-I formed the co-op.
I stole the DEA money.
Luna and Mama Joe-- they-they didn't... did nothing.
I thought I was doing best for my people. (chuckles)
No.
I lied to myself.
Same as I lied to you.
(sighs) Huh.
You girls are the greatest gift this life's ever given me, and
you deserve better than me.
Honey, I'm really...
I am sorry.
Mick...
Wes called me this morning.
He's ready to turn himself in.
He knows he has to face the consequences
for what he did.
(sighs)
Mom...
please, say something.
(sighs)
Wesley Fox...
you have the right to remain silent.
Anything you do can and will be used against...
-SKYE: Mom, please! -TRAVIS: Skye...
...you in a court of law.
-No. Mom, don't. -It's okay.
-It's okay. It's okay. -Grandpa, please.
No.
* Oh, my, my *
* Every light has to die *
* Every song that we sing has to end *
* I'm out with a lantern *
* Looking for myself tonight *
* Oh, the things that we do to survive *
* Lord knows we try *
* Oh, I can run *
* But I can't hide *
* Walking on the pieces of *
* The things I've left behind *
* Oh, I was born *
* In this disguise... *
-(door closes) -Mickey.
* Only took one look for you *
-Mickey. * To make on up your mind *
It was my dad. It was my dad.
He was behind the co-op the whole time,
and I didn't see it.
(crying): I was so blind, Alec.
I was so blind.
So blind.
-(crying) -(shushing)
* But I never said I was the good guy *
* I never said I was the good guy. *
(lock buzzes, latch clicks)
(knocking)
Hey.
Heard about Wes.
I know what you must be feeling, and, uh...
...is there anything I can do?
How's Hank?
Couple broken ribs.
Keeping him for observation.
What happened out there? At the safe house?
Suicide by cop. Maguire opened fire
soon as we got into range. His knuckle-dusters
matched the bruising on Liman Ford's skull,
and he had an outgoing call on his cell phone
to the county jail two hours
before Frank Stokes was stabbed to death. He was our guy.
Now he's dead.
And we don't know who he worked for.
But we will.
I will not rest until we find this son of a bitch.
Good.
Neither will I.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Uh, excuse me. Can I help you?
Mickey, I'd like for you to meet my boss.
Deputy Director Eva Santos.
How do you do, Sheriff Fox?
Uh, it's very nice to meet you.
Agent Kane speaks very highly of you.
He speaks very highly of you, too.
If only everything I heard about you were so positive.
-I'm sorry? -Don't look so surprised, Sheriff Fox.
Surely you can guess why I'm here.
-Actually, I can't. -Your father--
a twice-convicted federal offender-- just confessed
to running a criminal cartel
and stealing millions of dollars from the government,
all while living under your roof.
And he used your uniform
in commission of the latter crime.
I had no idea. Alec can tell you.
Agent Kane is not conducting this investigation.
-I am. -Investigation?
The Department of Justice has asked me
to conduct a comprehensive review
of the Edgewater County Sheriff's Office,
to determine if your department--
and, specifically, you-- are corrupt.
Make no mistake. If I find so much
as a whiff of impropriety,
I will personally see to it
that you are removed from your office
and prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
I suggest you get a good lawyer, Sheriff Fox.
You're gonna need one.
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