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Previously on American Rust...

At approximately
6:30 last night,

Pete Novick, a former
Buell police officer, was

- found dead.
- He had his fucking boot

on my back the night
I was arrested.

I've protected
you so many times, Pete.

Well, I can't help you anymore.

You're firing me? Frank,
I want you taking point on this,

if for no other reason than for
the sake of public perception.

I want that crime scene on total
lockdown until every molecule

of evidence is collected.

The question is

who's the guy with the
long hair and the beard?

What's the status
of your probation?

Technically,
it ended yesterday.

I hope your urine's
clean. I don't do drugs.

I've been on
this crap a long time.

I don't even remember what
baseline's like for me.

Did you
think any more about

those union papers? You
gonna sign up with us?

- When'd you get back?
- This morning.

I missed this.

I missed you.

Hey, turn around
and look out your window.

- Hi.
- Hi.

What's going on, Isaac?

I'm home. Dad called in the
middle of the night and said

you stole money from
him and took off.

Isaac, listen to me.

Head west, just
like you planned.

Get out there and
go to that school.

You think that's really
possible after what happened?

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Fuck you, too, Isaac.

Lee.

Ale. it's a shit show here

Issac took off. He abandoned my dad
and the poor guy is worse than ever

I have to find a place

a rest home or a live-in
nurse or... I don't even know.

I can

get on the first flight out.

Not now. That's
sweet of you, but no.

I'll take care of it.

You always do

So...

have some coffee, breath,
and you'll be fine, okay?

All my dad has are coffee bags.

Coffee bags?

Like...

Like tea bags, but coffee.

You're joking

I haven't your dad yet, but...

I still consider him family

You have the AmEx.
Use it for whatever.

Thank you.

I miss You, ale.

I do

Yeah

And i miss you

I love you Okay?

A lot

Okay.

What do we got on Novick's friend
from the surveillance photo?

We've got a lot of people
who have no idea who he is.

Ditto.

You've found nothing, either?

That's what I meant by ditto.

And you've reported
that to Sheriff Deluca?

I just did. I do
everything you say, Sue.

Just making sure we remember
the power dynamics here.

Everything okay in there?

Oh, sorry.

Yeah. Okay.

Peter Novick died from
blunt force trauma.

The back of his skull was split,

his parietal lobe exposed.

Is it possible he fell,
slammed against something?

Doubtful. A fall wouldn't
generate enough force to...

- I want to see the body.
- You...

Show me the body, Tucker.

From the
bruising on his face,

I'd wager he was punched first.

And the rust particles
embedded in his hair

would strongly indicate that
some sort of metal object

connected to the
back of his skull.

- An old tool from the mill?
- Could be.

- We're looking at murder one.
- We don't know anything

until we learn what the hell
Pete was doing in the mill.

The tox screen revealed
a mess of drugs... coke,

oxy. I even found
oral fentanyl

coating his cheek
and stomach lining.

Stage 3 renal impairment,
hepatic fibrosis.

Which means what?

His liver and kidneys were shit.

He'd obviously been
a longtime user.

I'm sorry to say it, but
if he hadn't been killed,

the drugs would have
eventually caught up to him.

How long you
figure he was using?

Several years.

I've seen full-blown
career junkies

with similar tox screens.

Chief Harris, how long ago did you
release Novick from his duties?

About six months.

Hey, I took him to NA. I
helped him work his program.

He was clean for a
good, long while.

Why am I even defending myself?

Because you allowed an officer
using illegal substances

to remain on your force
during a drug epidemic.

You want to indict me,
you know where I work.

- Tucker, are we done here?
- I believe so, yes.

Then, Sheriff, if you don't
mind, I'd like to return

my former officer's personal
effects to his widow.

You okay with how I'm
spending my morning?

I am, Chief.

Thank you.

You all have a pleasant day.

I just spoke to Coach Dooley.

I think he's open to the idea
of giving me my job back.

He seemed pretty
sincere about it.

That's good.

He's got to take
it up the flagpole,

but at least it's a step
in the right direction.

You were right about me
getting my life back on track.

So, thanks for that.

Okay.

Hey, I think I
left my suit jacket

at your house. I
should probably

- swing by and pick it up.
- Billy, I think

Isaac saw us last night.

What?

How do you know?

'Cause he left all the money
he took on the porch steps.

Right where we were.

Christ.

Why didn't he just
keep the money?

The point is he saw us.

Listen, I'm back in town

to get things set up for my
dad and then I have to go home.

You are home.

To New York.

To my husband.

Billy, I'm not
trying to hurt you.

Every time you say
my name, it's like

you're breaking
one of my fingers.

We can't go down
this road again.

It didn't seem that
way last night.

Last night didn't happen.

It did for me.

You're saying you don't
still have feelings for me?

I need you to stay away from me.

Please don't call again.

Hey. Got groceries
in the trunk.

When'd you get home?

While ago. Went for a run.

You eat yet?

No.

You want me to
fix you some eggs?

I'm not hungry.

How'd things go last night?

I saw you and Lee
leaving together.

All right.

Yeah?

How long's she in town for?

Not long. Couple of days.

That's nice of her to finally
pay a visit to her dad.

Are you gonna see her again?

- Ma, stop.

I'm just gonna say
this one more time:

be careful.

I get it. Okay?

She's a married woman.

Yeah, so are you.

- Del.
- Hi, Pam.

I hope this isn't a bad time.

Little Pete, check
on your brother.

I have, uh, some
of Pete's things.

- What?!

Check on your brother.

I got some Sour Patch
Kids in the drawer.

Give it back!

- He kept our ring.
- Yeah. He did.

Now!

Fucker broke into our house
and stole the flat screen

and our Blu-ray player,
but he kept our ring.

And his father's cross.

I hope it'll give
you some comfort.

- I got to go.
- Pam,

can I... I need to
ask you something.

You ever seen Pete
with, uh, with this guy?

No. Who is he?

No idea.

Hey, did you and Pete
share a cell phone plan?

- We used to, but I cut him off.

Peter, come on now, help me out!

Why do you ask?

I thought I might check
on who Pete was calling

the last few weeks, who
he was spending time with.

You know what, Del, I wish you'd
been so concerned about him

while he was alive.

He spiraled when you fired him.

Hit the drugs really
hard. Spent all our money.

And now I got to scrape
together what I can

- so I can bury him properly.

I got to go.

Let's talk negligence.

For centuries, English
common law ruled

in accordance with
the belief that

sic utere tuo, ut
alienum non laedas.

In other non-dead-language
words, this would mean,

-"To use your own property
-"To use one's own property

- as to not harm another's."
- so as not to harm

- that of another."

Ut
alienum non laedas.

Dad? Now,

who can tell me the
rationale behind...

Dad?

Dad?

You okay in there?

- It's fine. I'm fine!
- I'm not looking. Just...

- just push yourself up.
- Let go of my...

Just do it!

All right!

- I'm sorry.
- Don't talk to me.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Yeah, it can take a couple
of weeks to process.

Are you able to
lay out the money

- and wait for reimbursement?
- Can't.

My card'll get declined, and I
run out of the Zyflo tomorrow.

Okay, um... we will...

Ah.

We can try this.

I can give you samples for
two weeks, and if your doctor

can come up with
a one-week dose,

then that should tide
you over. And, you know,

if it doesn't, just call
me and we'll figure it out.

Thank you, sweetheart.
You're the best.

You're also cute, but, uh, I
won't embarrass you.

- Chief Harris.
- Ma'am.

You do the work of saints.

Oh, yeah, me and Mother Teresa.

We also earn the
same amount of money.

I, uh, got something for you.

Is this you?

Yeah. Down to 50%.

Well, where's all
the Benzedrine?

You cutting back on those, too?

Uh, m-m... mostly. Except

for when I haven't slept
and need to figure out

who killed one of my cops.

Yeah. Okay.

Uh, how you feeling?

Uh, agitated.

But... could be for
a lot of reasons.

Can you, uh, tell me
what I'm looking at?

Fentanyl.

It dissolves in the cheek.
This is strong stuff.

Where'd you get it?

Drug raid. What's it used for?

People in so much pain
that even oxy doesn't help.

Cancer patients.

You ever fill a script for it?

Oh, I mean, not in a long time.

Nurses dole this
out in hospice care.

This is high-level
palliative stuff.

You want me to get
rid of it, too?

No, I'll hold onto 'em.

- Evidence.
- Mm-hmm.

Ugh. Can't believe dealers
are messing with fentanyl.

It's killing this town.

Speaking of... uh...

you ever seen this guy?

Mm-mmm. I mean, it
looks like he just

climbed down off the crucifix.

What, is that the dealer?

Trying to figure that out.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

This looks
good, ladies.

Problematic working conditions
in your issues program...

And the wages are low.
And, uh, no overtime,

and 32 employees agree with us.

Yeah, I see that.
It's a solid start.

What do you mean, start?

I thought 30% was
the requirement.

Oh, the minimum requirement.

Uh, look at it practically...
It's only 32 of a 102 people.

It wasn't exactly a cakewalk
getting those 32 signatures.

And the next step that
you'll face is a vote.

For or against a
union. You'll need 51%.

That's 20 more people.

I'd recommend getting to
that number for the petition.

That way your employer will
understand when you hand this in

that you already have
majority support.

20 more.

That's a lot.

We got to
get the Mexican girls.

The Mexican girls don't
exactly talk to us.

- Not that it isn't mutual.
- Well, if you win them over,

think of the message it
will send to Mr. Gelsey.

Hmm.

Yo, Coach Poe!

Trent, what's up?

Yo, Coach says you
might be coming back?

Yeah, fingers crossed.

Oh, hey, this is my
girlfriend, Lorna.

- Hey.
- Hi. Got to get him in shape

before you kick his
ass during two-a-days.

- Make him run the bleachers.
- I already am.

50 a day.

In pads?

No.

- Not yet.
- Slacker.

You got to get to
100 with pads on.

Start with 50 and
just add ten a day.

- You got to make him do it.
- I will.

You looking to
play college ball?

Talking to a decent D1.

Yeah? Which one?

Southern Illinois.

Oh, that's awesome, man.

Pretty
pumped.

Hey, what was your
time in the 40?

Four-five.

- I told you.
- Oh, shit. Really?

Back in the day, I was
a fucking panther, man.

I'll get you there.
You and me both.

You got it. Let's go
run some bleachers.

See you at practice.

See you, Trent.
Nice to meet you.

Where you been?

- I drove right here.
- Let's go.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Oh, man, this-this
hallway smells like...

The opposite of happiness?

I think he's
taking a shower.

Wow. That's something new.

Karl. Karl!

We don't have all day.

- Whoa, what the fuck?
- Hey, Karl,

not very neighborly
to lock the door

when there are shower
stalls available.

Well, I like my privacy.

Seriously, this can't wait?

You know this guy?
Take a good look.

Oh, I-I don't... I...

I think, maybe.

You think?

Yeah, okay, that's this
dude they call Bobby.

Bobby...?

He used to run around
with Pete Novick.

Thank you for the insight,

but I can tell that from
the fucking picture.

Do you know where
Bobby might be?

Well, I know he did
business around the county.

Business, like auto insurance?

Come on, man. He-he
deals. Some bars, some...

No, but he deals coke.
Coke's not my thing.

I-I prefer to chill, to
take it down a notch.

You know where those
type of dudes deal.

You need to be more
specific, Karl.

Well, I'm trying to help.

Or we can cuff you and
drag you down the hall

in your towel, in front of
all your neighbors, and then

stuff you into the
back of my truck

and take you to the station.

Not so good for your privacy.

I've heard some
nights he might be

at some club up in
Charleroi. That's all I know.

Wait!

Uh, gave you solid intel.
You gonna hit me off?

"Some club in Charleroi"
is solid intel?

Blusters or Busters
or some shit.

It-It's an old warehouse space.

It's all I got.

If we give you money
for that, we all know

- what you're gonna do with it.
- To be honest,

I-I was hoping to go
grocery shopping.

I been into lentils
lately. You like lentils?

- No.
- Well, they're good.

- They're good for you.
- Appreciate it, Karl.

Oh, on God, Harris. I-I'm
done with that old life.

Clean three weeks now.

Fuck.

Josefina.

Hey.

- Can I talk to you a second?
- Yeah.

Okay. Um, I-I suppose you
know about the signatures

we're collecting
'cause we're trying

- to unionize the shop.
- I'm not interested.

Just wait, uh, just hear us out,

- okay?
- I already know what you're

going to say. Overtime,
working conditions.

Do you not want
to improve those thin gs?

Well, of course.

But if we sign a petition,
Gelsey's gonna fire us.

No, he can't do that.
That-That's against the law.

Maybe for you. But the rules
are always different for us.

My mom and my aunts are
on visas and green cards.

You think I want
to mess with that?

No. We're working
with a lawyer.

- A labor lawyer in Pittsburgh.
- Yeah. Very smart woman.

And we can talk to her
about green cards and visas

and all of your concerns.

Look, I'm... I didn't want
to bullshit you. Okay?

I... My hands are shot
to shit from this work.

I wake up in the middle
of the night with pain

shooting up my forearms.
I can't open my fingers.

And I'm proud of the work...
Don't get me wrong...

But, uh, I need
health insurance.

And I need to be able to save
something for when I retire.

And so will you and your mom
and your aunt. We all do.

We need you.

You can explain
things to your family.

But to make any of this happen,

we got to get those signatures.

I'll talk with them.

Oh, shit. Chief!

Hey!

Fuck!

That was him, huh?

- Fucking right it was.

We'll get him.

If not us, Sheriff
Deluca's got the...

I want him. Not Deluca,
not anybody else.

I want to know what happened
in that mill, who was there.

This is my case.

Fuck!

Okay, both AFL-CIO and UAW

say it could even help
their immigration status

if they're part of a union.

Grace, you're up and I'm
kicking your ass.

Did you hear what I just said?

Not even a little. I...

I love working on this
with you. I really do.

But?

Well, first of all, I'm two
funberry daiquiris in, so...

, quite frankly,

I've sort of lost track
of what you're looking up.

Second of all, I'm
mostly helping out

'cause I like hanging with you.

Is there a third of all? Well,

if this little adventure into
workers' rights costs me my job,

drinks are definitely on you

for, like, the rest of my life.

- Message received.

You're good at this, by the way.
You should've been a lawyer.

Ha!

What?

Maybe in my next life.

In this life, I owe you a favor

for helping me out.

You buying me a present?

Shots of Jager
count as a present.

- Can I do you one better?
- What?

There's a guy over there
that keeps checking you out.

He's wearing tight, black
jeans and he's got a mustache.

Hey, Annie, you used to be

The only girl to
take it seriously...

He looks like he's in
the damn Village People.

He's been checking you
out since we got here.

- Really?
- I shit you not,

- and I think he's kind of sexy.
- You don't think

his jeans are a little tight?

Well, yeah, but at least
you're getting a preview

of what you might
be dealing with.

Ooh. He's coming over.

What... No, no,
what are you doing?

No. Stop. Don't do...

So, uh, what's up

- with your friend?
- We were wondering

- what's up with you.
- Jesus on a fucking Jet Ski.

Oh, no, oh, no...

Bethany, this is
Chet. Chet, Bethany.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You got your own shoes.

Uh, yep, I do.

And a wrist guard.

I got my own balls, too.

They, uh, come in a set.

Yeah. That's what I hear.

I'm gonna go get
that other round.

Chet, do you want anything?

No, thanks. I'm, uh,
good. I'm real good.

Hey, man.

It's okay.

Just relax.

Look, I'm not gonna
hurt you, all right?

I promise.

Just relax.

Okay?

Now, hold on a second,
don't go busting it down...

I'm just gonna have to fix it.

Present arms.

Order arms.

On behalf of Fayette County,
the Township of Buell,

the Commonwealth
of Pennsylvania,

please accept this flag as
a symbol of appreciation

for Pete's service
to his community.

"The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.

He makes me lie down...

Nice of Broom-Hilda
to make an appearance.

Don't worry about her.

He restores my...

She has the gall
to turn this into

a public relations opportunity?

We're gonna get
justice for Pete.

Got every man on my force
looking for that 7-Eleven guy.

He leads me in paths
of righteousness for

His name's sake. Even
though I walk through

the valley of the shadow
of death, I fear no evil,

for Thou art with me.

Thy rod and Thy staff,
they comfort me.

Now prepare us the
table before me

in the presence of my enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oil.

My cup overflows."

You've held
down a steady job?

Yes, sir.

- At the Buell Diner?
- Yes, sir.

And I may be getting
my old job back.

Coaching football?

Assistant coach at
the high school, yeah.

I help out with the
linebackers and the secondary.

Good. And I hear you've
been keeping a low profile.

No citations. Not
even a parking ticket.

We're all set.

Thanks, Dan.

Well... your urine's good.

Hah. There's a compliment.

- Ma.
- Sorry.

Congratulations, Mr. Poe.

You officially
have a clean slate.

You'll want to show this to the
employer at the high school.

Thank you, sir.

And, son.

Word to the wise:

don't fuck this up.

But I found some the
other day and I ate 'em.

People be hungry.

Fuckin' eat anything.

Gopher, possum,

chipmunk, squirrel,
rabbit, mice. Garden snake.

You ever shut the fuck up?

Goddamn.

I knew a dude, straight-up
ate a bat, man.

- Vampire bat?
- Nah, just a regular bat.

He cooked the fucking
thing over a can of Sterno.

He ain't clean it or nothing.

That ain't shit.

Once I saw this dude
eat his own dog.

- Fuck off.
- Swear to God.

One night, the dude was
sharing his dinner with it.

The next night,

he was barbecuing the damn...

Yo, stop throwing
fucking shit at me!

- Yo, yo, relax!
- Calm the fuck down.

- Put the knife away.
- You got a problem with me,

- fucker?
- Hey, man, calm the fuck down.

What the fuck? Man,
sit the fuck down, now.

- Stop throwing shit at him.

I think Pam was
really moved today.

Must have cost a good
bit to pull that off.

Well, everybody kicked in.

There's no way what the boys put
in came close to covering it.

It's okay to take credit
for doing a good thing, Del.

You had a lot of ceremonies
like that up in Pittsburgh?

Some. Yeah.

But we never did
the bagpipe thing.

That was Steve's idea.

Mkay.

- Okay.
- What?

You will do anything

to not talk about yourself.

You know what my mom
finally did with my dad?

She instituted what she
called Feelings Friday.

- Oh, boy.
- She wrote up a chart

- of 20 emotions.

End of the week meal,

he had to point to a feeling,

say it out loud

and on what day he
felt it and why.

- Or else she wouldn't feed him.

Is hungry an emotion?

You better watch yourself
or I'm gonna go get a chart.

Del.

I know I fucked up before.

I'm sorry. I...

But...

I want you to feel like
you can tell me things.

I want to understand you.

So we can try to
make things work.

You don't like to
talk about Pittsburgh.

A detective in any big city
sees a lot of terrible stuff.

So one day you just
picked up and took off?

Yep.

For Buell?

Eh, hey, I like Buell.

I mean, I built a solid
cabin in the woods.

Met a nice girl.

You really want to know
what happened in Pittsburgh?

I really do.

I caught a fucked-up case.

Changed how I saw the
people I worked with.

Realized the job I thought
was making me a better man

was actually poisoning me.

This eight-year-old at
Saint Germaine Academy

gets walked into my
station by his mother.

He had hickeys up
and down his body.

His stomach, his legs.

- 14 of 'em.

Looked like he'd been
attacked by leeches.

Good God.

The D.A. charged
his English teacher.

Prepped the kid.
Thought he was ready.

At trial, the kid
gets on the stand,

and the teacher has
his pregnant wife

and baby daughter
sitting right behind him.

And the wife starts crying,
tears just streaming down.

Our kid takes one look at the
wife and goes completely mute.

Then the teacher reaches behind
to pat his wife on the leg.

Soon as he touches her,
the kid pisses his pants

right there on the stand.

The judge calls the
lawyers into his chambers,

says with no one to speak to
the crime, there is no crime.

Dismisses the case.

Well, tell me the school
at least fired the guy.

He skipped town on his own.

A few months later, the
other detectives in my squad,

they track him down.

He's living in a little
town outside Milwaukee.

Had the second baby by then.

The guys tell me, "We're
going to Wisconsin.

You make sure you're in
a crowded bar tonight."

They killed him.

All I had to say
was, "No, thank you."

But I let them do it.

The oath we all
took together was,

"We do this for each other.

Each other's cases, the
bad ones that got away."

I left the force before they
could ask me to repay the debt.

I broke my oath.

You got yourself out
of a bad situation,

before you did
something terrible.

You made a change.

Not everybody has the
courage to do that.

You okay?

I'm just wiped out.

Could you open one
of those for me?

Thanks.

Mm.

Dad, I'm sorry about yesterday.

I was trying to help.

I know.

It was rough for both of us.

They're coming in
hordes. It's like an invasion.

There's no other way to put it.

We are being invaded.

And what is our
so-called government

doing about it? Nothing.

Can we not watch this, please?

What's wrong with the news?

It's not news. It's racism.

If there were stories about
Mexicans curing cancer,

- they'd show it.
- Your children

are half Mexican.
Your wife was Mexican.

I'm not talking about you.

You know
I'm proud of you.

with a
pool and a sauna.

We're making them
stay in dormitories...

Is there a Pirates game on?

I thought you'd be a
Yankees fan by now.

Mm, just be happy
it's not the Mets.

That's my girl.

This is where
your tax dollars...

...is still
dealing a scoreless game.

Dad, can we talk
about long-term plans?

Can we do that?

Evens the
count at one and one.

- Tomorrow.
- Please?

At some point soon.

I have to go back to school.

I can't keep Skyping
into my lectures.

Looked
like a backdoor cutter...

Isaac's not coming back.

He'll come back.

This is his home.

And when he does come home,

you'll be able to go back to
your nice life in New York,

and you won't ever have
to worry about me again.

I do worry about you.

That's why I send
you money every week.

Where did you find this?

I sent it to make
your life easier.

But because you didn't
use it for that,

you wound up
alienating your son.

Your mother never had a
problem caring for me.

And look what that did to her.

Don't.

Mom's been dead
going on four years,

and you've basically
ground to a halt.

You know what breaks my heart?

You remind me so much of her.

You look like her and
you sound like her,

but you don't act like her
one goddamn bit. Not in here.

I'm not her.

I'm not here to serve
you the way she did.

Because you know what?

It sucked the life out of her.

Don't talk about your
mother like that.

You want your money, take it.

It sucked the life
out of Isaac, too.

Did you ever thank him?

Did you ever thank Mom?

Because I know you haven't
thanked me for coming home,

for cooking dinner, for
doing all the laundry

lying around the house.

Thanks for making dinner.

Fouled again.

I'm getting a nurse.
It's happening.

I'm tired of asking.

There's a
whole business built around

smuggling these people in
filth, through tunnels.

Where is the Mexican government?

The smugglers live in Mexico,

they get paid in Mexico.

The enforcement has
to happen in Mexico.

Fayette County
Sheriff tip line.

Yeah, I'm calling
about the cop murder,

about Pete Novick.

Hold on one second.

I'll transfer you
to the sheriff.

Sheriff?

Hello?

I saw the whole thing.

Are you the person
who called us before?

I'm the person calling you now.

That's all you need to know.

Would you be willing to
come in and talk to us?

- That's not gonna happen.
- We can protect you.

Not a chance.

How do I know you're
telling the truth?

You don't have a choice.

I can hang up.

Don't do that. Stay with me.

Just tell me what you saw.

It was some kid.

Big, strong kid. Like, 20, 21.

Him and Pete got
into an argument.

I guess they had
beef with each other

from back when Pete was a cop.

They started going
at it, yelling.

Next thing I know, the kid
punches Pete in the face.

Coldcocks him.

Is that how Pete Novick died?

Come on, man,

you know that's not how he died.

You trying to test me?

I'm just
trying to understand.

- How did this kid kill him?
- I got hit too,

so I was on the ground.

That kid was strong
like an animal.

White guy. Like
six-foot, maybe taller.

All I know is when
I looked over,

Pete was on his
face on the floor,

and he was bleeding from
the back of his head.

And the kid was
running out the door.

Did he have a weapon?

I told you,
I was on the ground.

Do you know
this kid's name?

Are you still there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Did Pete say his
name when they were arguing?

He did, yeah.

It was Billy. Billy Poe.

Are you sure?

- Hello?

- You still there?