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Previously on Sheriff Country...

BOONE: 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.

BOONE: 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?

BOONE: Michaela Francis Fox, we have a warrant

to search the premises.

I need you to step out

of the house, please.

-(knocking on door) -SKYE: Hey, are you here?

Open up, it's Skye.

(distant): I'm sorry about earlier.

Can we talk?

Please?

Are you here?

Brandon?

Brandon?

Brandon?

(panting)

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

Brandon, wake up.

(crying): No, no. No...

(hyperventilating)

* *

*

(distorted chatter)

-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. -MICKEY: 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...

BOONE: 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.

SKYE: 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.

TRAVIS: 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. -(whimpering)

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

we found the receipt.

* *

Mom?

Uh, uh, Boone, wait, wait.

-Skye Fraley... -SKYE: 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. -MASSEY: 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. -(handcuffs clicking)

Does that sound like nothing to you?

MICKEY: 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.

-MICKEY: Case files, now. -Mickey.

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

You need to leave, Mickey.

* *

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. -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.

(scoffs softly)

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.

* *

(phone chimes)

* *

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.

(engine starts)

(indistinct chatter)

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.

JUNE: 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.

(both chuckle)

-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.

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

I could use a palate cleanser.

We're serving eviction notices.

(knocking on door)

MICKEY: I just need a minute.

-Please. -TISH: 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.

*

TISH: 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.

MICKEY: Skye had me buy her a bra in junior high.

I don't think it supported anything but air

for a few years.

(drawer closes)

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.

(drops bag)

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?

(soft rustling)

* *

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.

MICKEY: 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...?

-(knocking on door) -MIRANDA: 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.

MIRANDA: 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.

(exhales)

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.

-STEVEN: 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.

(laughs): It's not?

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

(door closes)

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?

(door opens)

GINA: 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? -(gasps) 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.

-(scoffs) -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?

(laughs softly)

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. -(laughs): 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?" (chuckles)

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.

(phone vibrates)

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.

(grunts)

(exhales)

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.

CASSIDY: 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.

GINA: 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.

* *

(indistinct chatter)

(keypad beeping)

(door buzzes)

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.

DAWSON: 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... -WES: 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.

-(laughs) -(handcuffs click)

Good luck with the election.

(gun cocks)

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.

(sniffles)

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.

(sniffles)

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. (sniffles)

'Cause I heard he was taken out,

by some spoiled little...

bitch.

(both grunting)

(shouts)

(screams)

(choking)

-(gunshot) -(gasps)

(panting)

DAWSON: Mickey!

-You okay? -I'm okay.

-I'm okay.

MICKEY: We need to staunch the blood.

(wheezing)

(wheezing stops)

(panting)

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.

BOONE: So, he blew his cover to help you?

That's some sacrifice.

WES (over TV): 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.

-(laughs) 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.

(chuckles)

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. -(chuckles)

(grunts)

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.

(door closes)

June, this is Steven and Sammy.

Steven, Sammy, this is June.

Hi, Sammy.

-Do you like cupcakes? -Yeah.

'Cause I got 'em. (chuckles)

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. -JUNE: Steven,

I've started naming the squirrels in my yard.

I could do with some bothering. (laughs)

-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. -(phone vibrates)

It's pretty sad, huh?

(chuckles)

-You gonna take it? -Yeah. Thanks.

TURNER: 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.

* I knew you before we met *

* We don't need all the answers yet *

* And I'm sure time will change me some *

* You take 'em off me when I'm gone *

* I love you like the morning loves the afternoon *

* Like the prairies love the plains *

* If you leave me now *

* I'll just come running after you *

* I'll be the wind behind the rain... *

(Skye moans)

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.

MICKEY: 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.

CASSIDY: I was just doing my job, Travis.

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

I didn't say that.

(whispers): Be honest. You're digging this.

We shouldn't even be watching.

-WES: 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. -(laughs): Yeah.

Hey, hey.

* Is this peace... *

Outside.

(grumbles)

* I know *

* How I see... *

(door opens)

Come here.

* The things I know *

* I know... *

Welcome home.

Thanks, Mom.

* I'm home *

* Oh *

* I know I'm home *

* You've been here *

* All along *

* The world felt big *

* But I was wrong *

* 'Cause there's a light *

* Shining through *

* Feel the warmth... *

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.

* Oh *

* I know I'm home... *

(cries softly)

* Oh *

* I know I'm home *

* Oh *

* I know I'm home... *

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