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Previously on Sheriff Country...

Say hello to Dawson Raines.

Based off his record alone,

he's our best suspect.

You could've blown your cover.

You can't be
carrying around oxy, Brandon.

You said you grabbed the knife.

- What did you do with it?
- I dropped it.

Cassidy just got back
from the crime scene.

The murder weapon's gone,
Mickey.

I'd advise you
not to leave Edgewater County.

I bought the knife.

You bought the knife?

Michaela Francis Fox,
we have a warrant

to search the premises.

I need you to step out
of the house, please.

Hey, are you here?

Open up, it's Skye.

I'm sorry about earlier.

Can we talk?

Please?

Are you here?

Brandon?

Brandon?

Brandon?

Oh, my God, oh, my God,
oh, my God.

Brandon, wake up.

No, no. No...

- Any sign of the knife?
- Nothing so far.

I can't believe
this is happening.

It's happening.

You have no right to be here.

Don't say you have a warrant,
'cause I don't give a damn

- what a piece of paper says.
- Dad.

Hey. A heads-up
would've been nice.

I thought you moved off of Skye.

What happened
to the other suspects?

You know I can't
talk to you, Mickey.

I just want to know what grounds
you have for the warrant.

What grounds? How about
you handcuffed Brandon,

threw him in your car
and confiscated his drugs

without writing a report?

That's what this is about?
I let him go.

Yeah, and 48 hours later,
he was dead, Mickey.

It's suspect.

You know the kind of cop
who arrests someone

and doesn't report it.

A dirty cop.

The kind of cop
who would help her kid

cover up a murder.

Of course the judge
signed their warrant.

Skye bought the knife.

The receipt is upstairs
in her room.

I was going
to call you, before...

We're looking for the receipt
for the murder weapon, a knife.

Check the bedrooms,
focus on Skye's.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'd have gotten rid of
the receipt.

No, no, you can't take that.
It's not mine.

- Mom, Brandon gave that to me. It's his.
- Okay. All right.

- It's okay. Hey.
- His songs are in there, he trusted...

That doesn't matter right now.

Okay? I need you to stay calm.

Come here, sit down.

What is she doing here?

Standard protocol
is the occupants

- wait outside.
- This is my house, Ruben.

- I'm still the sheriff.
- At the moment, Mickey,

you're the subject
of a search warrant.

Hey, Mickey.
I got here as fast as I could.

Left a message for Katie,
she's gonna fight this warrant.

This is a baseless
fishing expedition.

Hey. Hey, I know, I know.

- It's gonna be okay.
- District Attorney,

we found the receipt.

Mom?

Uh, uh, Boone, wait, wait.

- Skye Fraley...
- Mom?

...you're under arrest for
the murder of Brandon Debrauske.

- What?
- This is garbage.

This is your case?
A-A receipt? That's nothing.

- It's just a receipt.
- Your daughter had a blowout

fight with the victim,
then lied to deputies about it.

She had motive
and she had means.

And the murder weapon
that so conveniently

went missing, she bought it.

Does that sound like
nothing to you?

Just stay with her, please,

and don't take her
in the front entrance.

You're gonna be okay.
I promise you.

- I will see you at the station.
- All right.

I'm right behind you.

What the hell were you thinking?

I wasn't. I...

If I thought detaining Brandon
was gonna lead to a warrant...

I'm not even talking about that.

You jacking that kid
is the only thing

you've done
that I actually understand.

You practically handed Boone
the receipt.

What about you?
You told her to lie to me.

- The hell I did.
- "Don't talk to the cops,

don't tell them anything"?

- I was talking about Boone.
- I'm a cop, Dad!

She took your advice. She didn't
tell him about the knife,

and she's on her way to jail.

You still don't get it, do you?

No, you think that you can
just go and check off

the little boxes and
the system's gonna protect you.

Well, you're the damn sheriff,

and they just jacked
your kid out the door

- for a crime she didn't commit.
- You cost us time.

If I'd known about it,

I-I could've gotten ahead
of this thing,

I-I could have talked to Boone,

but instead, you had to stick it

- to the man.
- All right, stop it!

We can either sit here
and-and keep aiming blame

at one another
or we can come up with a plan

that's gonna help our girl.

'Cause every second
that we waste

is time that she doesn't have.

And whose fault is that,
that we're out of time?

I was crazy to think
that you could ever change.

Gina.

She's fine, Mickey.

They're just getting ready
to process her.

I need Brandon Debrauske's
case file now.

Gina, Gina, don't move.

- Don't move.
- Don't tell her what to do.

- Case files, now.
- Mickey.

Please go home.
You're only making things worse.

You need to leave, Mickey.

I answer to the voters
of Edgewater County.

They get to tell me
when to leave, not you.

If you don't walk out of here
right now,

I'll charge you
as an accessory to murder.

This is about the election,
isn't it?

You want to be attorney general.

No, no, it is.
Everyone knows you're running.

"Crusader D.A. puts away
sheriff's daughter"?

That should get you
some headlines.

- Get her out of here, Boone.
- Mickey,

we are still gathering evidence.

You know me.

I will chase down every lead.

There are no other leads.

And no other suspects.

With all due respect,

I've been running
this investigation.

I've got a better read
on the players,

and frankly,
I don't feel comfortable...

I don't care about
your comfort level, Deputy.

You are way too close
to this case.

My office will be taking over
this investigation.

And make no mistake,
I will bring charges

against anyone in this
department who is compromised.

Do not let her back
in the building.

You know what?

I am stepping back.

I've worked in this office
20 years.

I've taken, what, four days off?

Hold my calls, Gina.

Mickey, please, please,

whatever you are thinking
about doing, don't.

I'm out of the office.

I can't do this
right now, Dawson.

I heard about Skye,
I just wanted

- to see if you were okay.
- My daughter

is gonna spend
the rest of her life in jail

if I don't find
who killed Brandon.

Want to ask me again?

Look.

This Brandon kid,
he was in the game, right?

He's small-time, he wouldn't
be on the DEA's radar.

I got sources up and down
the food chain. I can help you.

- It would totally blow your cover.
- Let me worry about that.

You've spent an entire year
building your case.

Completely cut off from
all your family and friends,

and everyone you know.

Not everyone.

I-I'm not gonna let you
do this for me.

You don't trust me. That's why
you won't let me help.

- I don't have time for this...
- No, no, listen, that's it.

- You don't trust me. You don't trust anybody.
- Fine, I don't trust you.

I don't know you.

I don't even know
if your real name is Dawson.

I messed up. I messed up so bad.

I wasn't there
when she needed me.

- Just...
- I-I have to go.

Hey! Do I have to hand out
tickets for loitering?

This office does not
grind to a halt

because Mickey Fox
decides to take a vacation.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Cupcake?

Ms. Baker. Hi.

You look smart today
in your outfit.

It's a uniform, but thank you.

Thank you. I could never have
gotten that cute little guy

out of my crawl space
without you.

And you took it with such grace
when he sprayed you.

Yes, well, um...

Next time you have a skunk,

feel free to call
animal control.

- Ms. Baker...
- June.

June, I-I've got kind of a lot

- going on today.
- I'll get out of your hair.

I just brought these to you
to say thanks.

On Monday, she brought pie
to say thank you

for calling her landline
to make sure it still worked.

On Tuesday, it was cookies,
and at this rate,

by Friday, we'll be a bakery.

Well, what do you expect?
Since her husband died,

she's all alone
in that big house.

Anyway, grab a cupcake.

You're gonna need the dopamine.

Of all the duties
of a sheriff's deputy,

what's your favorite?

Skye's arraignment
is first thing tomorrow.

You need to make sure
she gets a square meal

and adequate bedding.

Of course.
Your head must be spinning.

- How are you?
- And-and she's also entitled

to reasonable access to a phone.

And since some people
in this office

clearly need a reminder,
she is never to be questioned

without me
or her attorney present.

- Travis?
- Her name is Katie Wells.

- That is W-E-L-L-S.
- Travis,

why are you talking to me
like I'm a stranger?

I'm not talking to you
like you're a stranger.

I'm talking to you
like you're the deputy

who arrested my child.

- Cassidy, you're with me.
- Great.

I could use a palate cleanser.

We're serving eviction notices.

I just need a minute.

- Please.
- I don't owe you

a damn thing.

Your daughter killed my son.

- No, she didn't.
- Yes, she did.

I'm so sorry
about Brandon, Tish,

but Skye didn't kill him.

And you know that how?
'Cause she told you?

Because I'm her mother.

Because I fed her

and I bathed her

and I taught her
right from wrong.

I'm not saying she's perfect...

she's not...

but she's a good person.

So was Brandon.

I believe it.

And I'm sorry that I didn't
get to know him better.

That's my fault.

But I'd like to get
to know him now. I have to,

especially if I'm gonna catch
who killed him.

I just know it wasn't Skye.

Ninth grade.

That's not dirt on his lip,
that's what he called a 'stache.

I couldn't get him to shave
those seven hairs for anything.

Skye had me buy her a bra
in junior high.

I don't think it supported
anything but air

for a few years.

Is he friends
with any of these boys still?

Anybody I should talk to?

No, those are good kids.

Not like the ones
he'd been hanging out with

the last few months.

Do you have any names?

As time passed,
he would keep things from me.

And that's normal,
you know, kids do that.

I just figured,
when he was older,

I'd really get to know him.

He loved that car.

It was a piece of junk
when I got it for him.

And I can't bring myself
to sell it.

Is it here?

Brandon had an iPhone, right?

Yeah, so?

Well, this is charger
for a different kind of phone.

- You said this car is an '05?
- Yeah.

CD player looks like
it just came out of the box.

Was Brandon into physical media?

You know how some
of the kids are these days?

He used to make fun of me
for still buying real magazines.

What do you think?

You mind if I...?

Hello?

Mickey? We're here.

Mickey, oh, my God.

Travis said they searched,
but I had no idea.

Why don't I call someone
to clean?

Or Rick and I could help...

That's not why
I called, Miranda.

Rick, I need to talk to you.

It's about Brandon's murder.

You're not in any trouble, Rick,

I just need to ask you
some questions.

How's he supposed to help?

Rick didn't even know Brandon.

Brandon's phone says otherwise.

There are a bunch
of messages and calls

between you and Brandon
going back months.

I can't believe you.

I can't believe
you're doing this again.

That's it,
you're taking a drug test

- the second we get home.
- Miranda,

- that's not helpful.
- Just stay out of this.

How do you even know
someone like Brandon?

- How did you meet him?
- Through Skye.

The three of us
hung out sometimes.

But I'm not using,

- I swear.
- So, I take you out of school,

I pay for rehab
and an at-home tutor,

and all that's down the drain

because your cousin introduces
you to some junkie criminal?

He was not a "junkie criminal,"

he was just a kid
who made a mistake,

like Skye, like Rick.

The only difference
is Brandon is dead.

He's not gonna
get a second chance,

and if you don't
let me do my job,

neither will Skye.

Every privilege you earned back,
that's done.

No phone, no car. I am driving
you back to rehab tonight.

Now tell the woman
what she wants to know.

On the day that Brandon died,

he got several calls
from this number.

There's no name attached.

The calls stopped
an hour before he was killed,

almost like the caller knew

that he wasn't gonna be able
to answer anymore.

Do you recognize the number?

No.

But who memorizes numbers?
I barely know my own.

What about his friends?

O-Or people he hung out with?

Please, Rick,
just t-try to think.

- I don't know.
- Rick, come on, think.

I-If I knew something
that I thought would help Skye,

don't you think
I would have said something?

I guess there was one time...

- One time what?
- I heard Brandon talking

on the phone to some guy.

It sounded like Brandon
owed him money.

Like, a lot of money.

After he hung up,
Brandon seemed...

...I don't know.

Scared.

That's all I know, I swear.

I'm sorry, Miranda.

It's my fault.

I'm his mom.
It's my job to keep him safe.

I just never thought
we'd have to protect him

from his own family.

I'll see myself out.

I got a job at the lumberyard.

I'm doing security
on the weekends.

I-I know I'm behind,
but I-I'm waiting to hear back

about this drywall gig
that'll help me catch up.

I just need a little more time.

I'm sorry,
there is no more time.

What about Mickey?
Where is she?

I-If I could just
talk to her, then...

I'm sorry, Mickey would tell you
the same thing I am.

- Hey, kiddo.
- Daddy?

- Yeah?
- Are we in trouble?

No. No.

Hey.

What's your favorite toy?

My favorite toy

when I was your age
was my mom's vacuum cleaner.

It was the same height as me
and it ate

all kind of cool stuff
like dirt and trash...

Vacuum cleaner's not a toy.

It's not?

Well, can you go grab me
a real toy so you can show me?

Can you stay with family?

- Friends?
- There's just me and Sammy.

Okay?
He's five.

He still thinks that his daddy
can fix everything.

How am I supposed to tell him
we got nowhere to go?

Skye?

Your lawyer's here.

Do not make me regret this.

You are here
for emotional support,

not "break out of jail" support.

I can do emotional.

Okay.

The night Brandon died...
walk me through it.

Give me every detail
you can remember.

I already told Boone.
What's the difference?

Difference is I believe you.

Now, you say
you dropped the knife.

- Tell me where, I'll find it.
- It's gone, Grandpa.

I dropped it in Brandon's house
and it's not there.

Okay.

Where'd you buy it?

- The Army surplus store.
- On Oakmont?

It doesn't matter, Grandpa.
It's too late.

I've been so scared
this whole time, trying to...

fix this, but I-but I can't.

There's this train
coming towards me,

and no matter
how much I loved Brandon

or that I didn't kill him,

it's going to hit me.

And I finally get that.

And I'm-I'm not scared anymore.

I'm just...

I'm done.

- Pink or blue?
- Oh, my God.

Sorry, I just dropped by
to pick up some clothes.

- Skye's arraignment's in the morning.
- Oh, right.

Tomorrow. Of course.

I like the blue, but...

take whatever,
if you can find it.

I got this. You can go.

Seriously,

- you can go home.
- Please. Look at this place.

It's gonna take you all night.

Just...
Come on, I want to help.

Okay.
Why start now?

Okay.

- Let's hear it.
- I came to you, Travis.

I-I told you that I was worried
about her and Brandon,

and you made me feel like
I was crazy.

You came to me
after you threw him in your car,

- which was crazy.
- Okay, okay, this isn't just about Brandon.

Even before he was
in the picture,

I always had to ask you

- to do your part.
- I mean, you don't ask, Mickey.

- You command.
- And why is that?

Somebody had to teach
that girl responsibility

and honesty
and-and-and discipline.

And how'd that turn out?

Because I had to do it
on my own!

You got to always be
the good cop.

I was always the bad guy,
and she hated me for it.

Mickey.
She never hated you.

Skye never hated you.

She loves you.

You should take her these shoes.

To court.
She loves them.

I thought you hated those shoes.

I hated that
she was leaving. So...

So you picked a fight
about the shoes.

That was a good day.

You filed for divorce
a week later.

I will leave you alone.

But, um, for the record.

We didn't get divorced
because you couldn't rely on me.

We got divorced because you
don't want to rely on anyone.

I need your help.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

So, the owner of this number

could be involved
with Brandon's murder.

- Did you try calling it?
- Disconnected.

I'd run it through the database,
but I've...

sort of been banned
from the building.

I like this Mickey.

You want me to use
my federal access to look it up.

It's a lot to ask.

It's a lot for you to ask.

For anything.

There.

I sent the number
to our tech ops.

Now we wait.

Hey, Boone.
A word?

- Mm-hmm?
- Today...

is your lucky day.

I don't have any updates
on Skye's case.

I do.

I'm here to confess.

I killed Brandon Debrauske.

I never liked the kid.

And he stole from me,
so... got to go.

I took a couple pops at him
with my shotgun.

Next day, I went over and I
finished him off with my knife.

Wes, I get
what you're trying to do,

but it won't work, okay?

Unless you have
the murder weapon

or some other way
to prove your story,

- the D.A.'s never gonna bite.
- What, Massey?

He's been trying to put me
behind bars for years.

Okay, so...

say he does go for it,
he does buy it.

He puts you away
for killing Brandon.

How do you think Skye would feel

knowing her grandpa
went to prison for her?

- She'll get over it.
- Did Mickey?

Has she gotten over you
going away when she was a kid?

All right, Boone.

I screwed up.

I told Skye to lie.

I am the reason
that she didn't come clean

about buying the knife.

You got to let me fix this, man.

She's won't do well in prison,

and Mickey will never
forgive me for that.

Go home, Wes.
There's nothing you can do.

Like hell there's nothing.

How's Skye holding up?

I'm sorry, I know.

"It's not what we do."

She's afraid of spiders.

When she was six years old,

a wolf spider crawled out
from under her bed.

And for years afterwards,
she wouldn't sleep in a room

unless I checked it first.

She'd poke her little head in
and say,

"Mama...

...am I safe?"

And I'd say,
"Yeah, honey, you're safe."

How am I gonna tell her

I couldn't keep her safe?

My baby.

My girl.

The number that called
Brandon's phone is unlisted.

We can force the phone carrier
to disclose the caller,

- but then...
- I know. We'd need a court order.

There's got to be
something we can do.

There's got to be.

Brandon sold pills, right?

Well, most of the meds
moving through Edgewater

are counterfeit.

So, the suppliers make them
with pill presses.

You know how they stamp
those little symbols on them?

- So satisfied customers
can know what to ask for. - Right.

So, if we could get our hands
on one of the pills

- that Brandon was selling...
- We can find out

who his supplier was.

I confiscated some pills
from Brandon

two days before he died.

That's great.
Where are they?

The evidence locker.

At the station.

I'd have to break in.

But he has a five-year-old kid.

Well, is there a shelter
that does take men?

Okay, I'll try them.

You gonna try to find a bed
for everyone we evict?

Because you do have
a full-time job.

Do you think
Skye killed Brandon?

The evidence is compelling.
I get why the D.A. charged her.

That's not what I asked you.

Do you think she killed him?

No.

I don't think she killed him.

Well, I'm not like you.

I can't accept someone's life
being ruined

because the D.A.
can make a case.

And I can't watch
a dad and his kid

get thrown out on the street
because they can't pay the rent.

People get hurt, Cassidy.
They fall through the cracks.

I know it sucks,

but if we tried
to right every wrong,

we could never do our jobs.

Last chance for banana bread

before Iglesias scarfs
the whole thing.

Yes, I'll hold.

June still on her baking kick?

Well, there's worse coping
mechanisms for loneliness.

I'll set it in the break room.

Boone.

I-I know, I shouldn't be here,

and breaking in puts you
in a horrible position.

I guess it's a good thing
you're not here, then.

One operation in town prints

five-leaf clovers
on their pills.

It's run by a guy
named Adrian Lee Smith.

According to my source,
he's ambitious, smart.

Bit of a mean streak.

A "pit bull"
is what he called him.

Does this pit bull
have an address?

Good afternoon.

Today, I am pleased
to announce that the state

has made an arrest in the murder
of Brandon Debrauske.

- The suspect in custody...
- Didn't do nothing!

The D.A. has arrested
an innocent girl.

She didn't do anything.

I killed Brandon Debrauske!

- I did it.
- This is a stunt.

- Ignore him, this is a stunt.
- He's railroading an innocent girl.

That's what he's doing.

He keeps talking about a knife.

A knife? Well, guess what?

Here's the knife.
This is the knife.

This is what killed
Brandon Debrauske right here.

He is just trying to grandst...

Yeah, arrest me. Arrest me.

Good luck with the election.

What are you doing?

What, you think I'm gonna
let you go in there by yourself?

Let me?

Smith is just a number
on Brandon's phone.

I'm gonna ask him
some questions. That's all.

And if you get into trouble?

Deadwater, born and raised.

- It's not funny, Mickey.
- Hey, I'm gonna be fine.

I promise.

Adrian Smith?

- I'm Sheriff...
- I know who you are.

I'll cut to the chase, then.
You alone in here?

- Yeah.
- I want to ask you some questions

about a case I'm working on.

This about that dead kid?

I had nothing to do with that.

Then this shouldn't take long.

You going somewhere?

Free country, ain't it?

Didn't know a cop
could just drop by whenever.

Some folks
might call that intimidation.

So, Brandon Debrauske.

- You said you knew him.
- Yeah.

I knew of him.

Your number
is all over his phone.

Lots of people have my number.

Do they also end up dead?

So, you saying I killed him?

I'm saying you called him
nine times on the day he died.

Yeah, okay, fine.

I knew the kid.

I called him
because he owed me some money.

But then you stopped
calling him. Why is that?

I think you already
decided why that is.

How come you ain't in uniform?

I bet no one knows
where you are, do they?

Answer the question, Mr. Smith.

Why did you stop calling Brandon
on the night he died?

Simple.

'Cause I heard he was taken out,

by some spoiled little...

bitch.

Mickey!

- You okay?
- I'm okay.

I'm okay.

We need to staunch the blood.

Dawson.

So, when we brought Dawson in

on the bank truck case
and you interrogated him,

that was what, an act?

He's been embedded in Edgewater
for the DEA for the last year.

I knew, as sheriff,
but he's deep cover.

I couldn't tell anyone.

So, he blew his cover
to help you?

That's some sacrifice.

I killed Brandon Debrauske!

I did it. Arrest me.

This is what killed
Brandon Debrauske.

Somebody tell me
I am being pranked.

All right, everybody,
back to work.

It took us all of a minute
to crack Mike

over at the Army surplus store.

Wes paid him a thousand bucks
to sell him a knife

that looked like
the one Skye bought.

Some dads apologize
with flowers.

- Mine cops to a murder.
- Hmm.

He's lucky I don't charge him.

Interfering with
a police investigation,

presenting false evidence.

Unfortunately,
they're misdemeanors.

When I take Wes Fox down,

it'll be something
he'll serve hard time for.

You haven't heard?
He's going legit.

You're a lucky woman.

Excuse me?

Smith killed Brandon,
there's no doubt about it,

but your conduct
crossed the line.

Be grateful your DEA friend
has an unimpeachable record.

You shouldn't have been
anywhere near that house.

This case may be over,

but my scrutiny
of this department...

is not.

Well, have fun
working with that guy

- for the next ten years.
- Ugh.

I'm actually kind of bummed
I won't be around to see it.

It's gonna be different
around here after you leave.

Oh.

Ah.

And thanks, Boone.

For what?

- The evidence room.
- Oh.

If you'd sounded the alarm,
I wouldn't be able

to track down those pills.

Skye would still be facing
a murder trial.

I literally did nothing.

And, uh...

nothing seemed like
the right thing to do.

You need help debriefing Dawson?

- No. I'm happy to...
- Just debrief him on your own?

- Yep.
- All right.

I'll leave you to it.

So, where are they
sending you next?

East coast, I'm guessing.

It'll be a few years
before I work undercover again.

It's hard playing
a believable scumbag

when I'm going around
rescuing damsels in distress.

You call me that again,
you're gonna be the one

who needs rescuing.

My flight's in an hour.

But if I ever come back to town,

let's revisit
that rescuing thing.

An hour, huh?

I'm sorry about everything.
Blowing your cover.

The case you've been working on.

There were some perks
along the way.

I got to hold your hand.

Like that's the most
intimate thing we did.

Actually, I kind of think it is.

I wish I'd got a chance to...

...know you, Dawson.

Alec.

That's my real name.

Now you can't say
you don't know me.

June, this is Steven and Sammy.

Steven, Sammy, this is June.

Hi, Sammy.

- Do you like cupcakes?
- Yeah.

'Cause I got 'em.

June has an empty apartment
above her garage,

and since you're looking
for a place,

I figured we'd make
an introduction.

I can pay rent, and I can help
fix some stuff around the house.

And Sammy and I...
we're-we're real quiet,

- so we won't bother you.
- Steven,

I've started naming
the squirrels in my yard.

I could do with some bothering.

- Okay.
- I'll let you guys talk.

Get some cupcakes?

Thanks for backing me on this.

I know it's unconventional.

I never would have thought of it.

It's pretty sad, huh?

- You gonna take it?
- Yeah. Thanks.

Deputy Boone,
this is Sheriff Turner.

I'm calling to officially offer
you the job of chief deputy.

I know I don't have
to sell you on Oakland.

You're gonna love
being back home.

God, I think I overdid it
with the ice cream.

You're making up
for lost time, kid.

Grandpa, that was,
like, two bowls ago.

Take mine, too, will you?

- I'm gonna head out.
- Hey, do you want some... Okay.

Hey, Cass. Listen, uh...

I'm sorry about yesterday.

- I-I shouldn't have taken my anger
out on you. - No, you shouldn't have.

I was just doing my job, Travis.

You think it was easy for me,
to arrest Skye?

I didn't say that.

Be honest. You're digging this.

We shouldn't even be watching.

- I give 'em two months.
- Dad.

I saw your little stunt
at the press conference.

How did you manage
to get yourself arrested again?

Had to do something.
Couldn't think of anything else.

You did, though.

And you did it
without breaking the law.

I might not have broken the law,
but I came pretty close.

Maybe you're more like your
old man than you want to admit.

- Let's not go that far.
- Yeah.

Hey, hey.

Outside.

Come here.

Welcome home.

Thanks, Mom.

This was Brandon's.

It's got all the lyrics
he wrote.

It's weird, but, um...

...when I listen to his songs,

I feel like that's when
I know him the best.

I thought you should have it.

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