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Previously on Sheriff Country...

You think it was easy for me
to arrest Skye?

I give them two months.

You two make a great team.

It's too bad you only have
one week left together.

My resignation letter.

You made a mistake, Boone.
I don't want to lose you.

I'm still leaving. Nora.

Hi. I'm so sorry.

Boone didn't tell me
he had a sister.

Nora's not my sister, Mickey.
She's my wife.

January 24,

1848. James Marshall hollered,

"Gold!" and the rush began.

Rival families.
Conflicting claims.

Yessiree, the thirst for gold
made people do crazy things.

Sometimes, it even got bloody.

Not everyone who discovered gold

- lived to tell about it.
- Like that guy?

Is he okay?

- Oh, my God.
- Is that an actor?

Y-Your wife.

Of course. Your wife.

Nora.

Yeah.

N-Nice to meet you.

You too.

- So... you live in Oakland.
- I do, yeah.

I'm a pediatric nurse. I just

- took a few days off to help Nate pack up.
- Right,

Nate.

Which is totally
what spouses do.

I'm gonna let you two, uh...
I have to go.

- I...
- Well, uh, this is your office, Mickey, so maybe we...

- Right. I'm gonna...
- And, uh...

You'll want this.

Uh, which reminds me,

uh, you should schedule
your exit interview, Nate.

Nice to meet you, Nora.

You guys,
Boone is freakin' married.

- I am in a state of shock.
- What?

- Is she nice?
- Is she hot?

- Yes.
- Total smokeshow.

More to the point,
how has he worked here

for two years
and hadn't said anything?

It's Boone, he's even less
of a sharer than you.

I mean, how well do any of us
even know him?

We could pull
his personnel file.

That would be completely
improper. We are not doing that.

Suit yourself. I mean,

he's already got one foot
out the door.

Oh, speaking of which,
we're throwing him

a goodbye party.
Tonight, at your house.

- My house?
- Well, my place is too small,

and we're not doing
lunchtime cupcakes at the ECSO.

It's Boone.

Are you still ducking Travis?

Wait, what's going on
with you and Travis?

It's nothing, it's just...

Travis couldn't deal
with seeing Cassidy arrest Skye,

and Cassidy couldn't deal
with Travis not dealing.

- Am I wrong?
- I just need some time

to figure some stuff out,
that's all.

Besides, we're not talking
about me and Travis,

- we're talking about Boone and his secret...
- Hey.

We just got a call. A body's
been found in the Eel River,

just past the bend.
Looks like a homicide.

- What's you dad doing here?
- Dad?

- Mickey.
- What are you doing here?

- It's Bill.
- What?

- Bill Wambach?
- Yeah.

Somebody shot him in the back.

Irv called me, I drove down.

Oh, my God, Dad, I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

The Wambachs are
an old ranching family.

They've been in Edgewater
for over a hundred years.

Show some respect!

Put away your cameras!

Dad.

Just... wait here.

The guide and a couple
of tourists dragged up his body

to see if he could save him.

Best of intentions, but...

They trampled the crime scene.

No hope for a shoe print.

Four entry wounds on the back.

Those powder burns on his shirt.

His killer was standing close.

This was an execution.

Hi. I'm Deputy Campbell.

I got this summons,
but I think it's a mistake.

It's for a citation
that I wrote.

It's not a mistake. The
defendant decided to challenge.

It's a moving violation.

Next, we have Mr. Lewis' case.

Mr. Lewis, give us a wave
if you're here.

Great. And the ticketing
officer, Deputy Campbell?

- Right here, Your Honor.
- Excellent.

Representing Mr. Lewis,
we have Mr. Dwyer.

Uh, actually, I'll be taking
this one, Your Honor.

Mr. Fraley, I'm surprised.

You're doing
traffic tickets now?

Uh, there's something
about this case

that's very near and dear
to me, Your Honor.

Very well. You may proceed.

Bill's truck is in the parking
lot. It's being processed,

but there's no houses around,
no one reported gunshots,

so there's no one
to really canvass.

All right, let's look
at his business dealings,

his circle of friends, and let's

talk to his wife, Bernice,
see if he had any enemies.

Enemies? When I used to bring
you and Sharon fishing

in this very river, who taught
you how to clean the trout?

- Dad...
- When Skye's soccer field was flooded,

her team needed a place to play,

who cleared off a patch
in his field?

Bill didn't have enemies in
Edgewater. Bill was Edgewater.

Bill!

- No!
- Bernice.

- No!
- Bernice.

He's gone. He's gone. He's gone.

You better find the son of a
bitch that did this before I do.

This morning he was in
the kitchen, reading the box scores,

pouring his coffee.

And now he's gone.

I'm so sorry, Bernice.

I-I know this must seem soon,
but did Bill have any enemies?

- Anybody who'd want to hurt him?
- No. No enemies.

About a week ago,

a-a man came to the house,

asking if we were interested
in selling the ranch.

Bill said no.
"I was born on this ranch,"

he told the fella,
"and-and one day, I'll..."

Anyway, the man went away.

We didn't think
anything more of it.

And then a few days later...

Bill found a bullet
in his mailbox.

Yeah, I got one, too.

We were getting calls
at all hours.

"You should think
about selling."

"Maybe it's not safe
for you here."

And then they'd hang up.

And then last week,
the shed caught fire.

Mason and Irv helped Bill
put it out, but I was terrified.

It's these cartels moving in.
They just want to muscle us out.

It's not gonna work. Bill wasn't
leaving and we're not leaving.

Bernice, this man
who came to your door...

can you describe him for us?

Well, he looked normal.

Clean-shaven. Izod shirt.

That doesn't exactly
scream "cartel."

Did he leave his information?

No, not that I know of.

What, do you think
they carry business cards?

Those people do not leave
a paper trail.

Now, half the growers
between here and Deadwater

have gotten threats.

And if people
are getting threats,

they should be coming to us.

Yes, they should be,
but they won't.

All right, stay strong.
And just know

we are doing everything we can

to find whoever did this.

So have you also
been getting threats, Dad?

Not yet, but you can guarantee
I'll be ready if I do.

Mickey. Hey.

Um, I-I didn't want
to say anything.

I'm not even sure that I should.

Mason, if you know something...

It's probably nothing.

Look, I feel bad
even mentioning it,

but, uh...

Bill and Bernice
have been fighting.

Like, a lot.

Eight years I've worked here,
it's never been like that.

Bernice wanted
to sell the ranch.

Like, she really, really
wanted to sell.

Bill, he just couldn't hear it.
He just

kept saying,
"Edgewater is my home."

Thanks. It's good you told us.

- We should look at Bernice.
- You're crazy.

I think you're barking up
the wrong tree.

No, this is the same stuff
you pulled with Skye.

- Dad.
- It's a statistical fact, okay?

If a murder victim is married,

the most likely culprit
is the spouse,

and sure, they've been together
a long time,

but we don't know what goes on
behind closed doors.

Or what secrets
they might be keeping.

Look, I agree with you,
every marriage is a black box.

Some more than others.

Why don't we hang back,
wait for ballistics.

Dad, I want you to talk to Irv.
Him and Bill were tight.

There may be more to these
threats than he's saying.

All right. I'll let you know
what I find out.

- Your dad's a deputy now?
- Look,

I got to give him
something to do

or he's gonna find something,
and it's not gonna be good.

Deputy Campbell,
you said you saw my client

roll through a stop sign
while looking at his phone.

Are you certain
he rolled through?

You had eyes on his car
the whole time?

My eyes weren't the problem,
his were.

They were glued to his phone.

Just so happens,

he received
a very important phone call.

Maybe some calls
shouldn't be ignored.

Stop signs shouldn't
be ignored either.

It's against the law
to ignore them,

which is why
I issued the citation.

No one's arguing that, Deputy,

but my client's cell phone use

was necessary to prevent harm.

The call was from
his child's doctor.

She had critical
and time-sensitive

information to share with him.

As you'll see in these
phone records, Your Honor.

Dr. Patel. This
is your child's doctor?

Yes, Your Honor. She was calling
with test results.

- I was pretty concerned.
- I remember what that's like.

I'm going to dismiss
the charges.

In the future, stop at
the damn stop sign, Mr. Lewis.

Thank you, Mr. Fraley.

You, too, Deputy Campbell.

You don't have to get
up to your neck in a murder case.

You're out of here
at the end of the week.

Let me tap in Cassidy
or Whitley.

Oh, thanks, but I want
to help you solve it. I...

I can stick around
for a few days if I need to.

- Oh, yeah? What about Nora?
- Yeah.

- She's gonna be okay with that?
- Sure. Yeah, it's no big deal.

All right, dude,
what is the deal?

We worked together
for two years,

you don't mention
you're married?

And don't say I didn't ask.
This is me asking.

I don't like discussing
my personal life.

Boone.

Aren't you the one
who's always saying that

we have to keep the personal
and the professional separate?

I believe the word "firewall"
has been used.

I...

Okay.

Fine. Maybe.

In that case, I'll go see
where we are with ballistics.

Cassi-Cassidy, wait up.

This is my job, Travis.

I don't appreciate you
making a game of it.

How else am I
supposed to talk to you?

You won't take my calls,
you won't return my texts.

So you ambush me at work?

That is deranged.

Oh, God. It is deranged.

- Thank you.
- I'm so sorry.

Look, I-I know I screwed up.

I know you were just doing
your job when you arrested Skye,

- and...
- I'm over that, Travis.

Not even about that anymore.

Look, I have a lot on my mind,

and I need time and space
to figure it out.

So, if I'm not
picking up your calls,

it's because I'm not ready
to talk to you.

It's a stop sign.

Maybe your client
can explain that to you.

I'm telling you,
it's one of them cartels,

and if we don't watch our backs,
we'll be next.

Yeah, I... I don't know. I...

I've been thinking
about what Boone said.

And, uh, y-your-your
bullet in the mailbox stuff...

that's... that-that
reads "cartel,"

but guys in polo shirts
showing up, knocking on doors,

making formal offers
on Bill's property? Come on.

A wolf in yuppie clothes
is still a wolf.

- True.
- And these guys are pouring in from all over...

China, Bulgaria,
Central America...

'cause they're armed
and they're dangerous.

They're not here
to be good neighbors.

They're here
to snatch up our land.

Hell, I caught
a couple Bulgarian guys

sniffing around
my grow last week,

and I had to chase 'em off
with a shotgun.

- Really?
- These outsiders

want to destroy everything
that we built.

Outsiders?

Irv, that's what they called us
growers when we showed up

here in Edgewater... "outsiders."

It-it was Bill,

and it was ranchers like him
that welcomed us in.

Well, times have changed,

and if we don't
draw the line now,

the community that we built

will be gone.

Oh.

Bill was shot
at point-blank range

with four .50 caliber rounds
from a Desert Eagle.

- Statement gun.
- Cartel favorite.

Oh, hey. Come in.
Did you talk to Irv?

Yeah. Yeah, just now.

He said that some
Bulgarian cartel-looking guys

came by his place last week.
He ran 'em off.

His land's right next to Bill's.

Bulgarian cartel-looking guys?

Our murder weapon
is definitely their style.

- Yeah.
- They like to hang at that MMA gym

- right off of Route 9.
- Mm-hmm.

Might be worth
paying 'em a visit.

It's not the kind of place
two deputies can just walk in

and start asking questions.

- You can't, but I can.
- Dad, forget it.

- I can walk in there.
- No.

Whether they shot Bill or not,

these cartel guys are suspected
of a dozen murders

up and down the state.
You're not going in there.

Although...

- Boone.
- Let the man speak.

Look,

the Bulgarians
will know Wes by reputation,

and he could get in there
under a false pretense,

- maybe try to get some information out of 'em.
- No way.

- It's too dangerous.
- Well,

I would say it's risky,
it's not dangerous.

- Yeah. Thank you, Boone.
- Besides, he'll be wearing a wire.

- If he gets into trouble, we'll just pull him out.
- Whoa, whoa,

whoa, hold on. No.

No. You lost me there, pal.

I've never worn a wire
and I'm not about to start now.

- Great, then you're not going in there.
- Look, I'm not a narc.

This discussion is over. If you
won't wear a wire, old man,

you're not going in,
which is fine by me anyway.

This whole thing
is against my better judgment.

No, hold-hold...
Okay. Look,

Wes, Mickey's right. Look,

we-we got to have
your back, all right?

You old-school growers
might have a code,

but these new players? No way.

It-It's for Bill.

All right, say something, Wes.

- I feel like a narc.
- I got him. You got him?

- Got him.
- Okay.

All right, Dad, give me a word.

A word?

Yeah, if you're in trouble
in there, you say the word,

and we come in hot.

Moonstone.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

- The hell's he doing?
- Sorry, Mickey.

If things go south

and I don't come out of there,

you don't want to hear
your old man dying.

- That's it. I'm pulling him out.
- No, Mickey.

Wait. If we go busting in there,

we don't just get Wes shot,
we get all of us shot.

Best thing to do
is just sit tight.

All right, if he's not out
in ten minutes, I'm going in.

What the hell you want?

We don't know you.

Well, you should. I'm Wes Fox.

I haven't tried it myself,
but I hear

your flower sets a high bar
for the rest of us.

You're damn right it does.

I've spent 40 years
refining my strain.

- And your tract up in Deadwater.
- Mm-hmm.

That's good land.

You looking to sell?

No.

But if I was,
it wouldn't be to you.

No, I'm here on behalf
of a third party.

Bernice Wambach.

See, she doesn't want to end up
like her husband,

washed up on a riverbank
with a few leaks in his back

you and your boys left there.

Where's the property?

Don't play dumb with me.

It's the Wambach Ranch.

Now, she's prepared
to sit down and negotiate,

but no more violence.

No.

It's no good.

There's no tree cover.
It's all exposed.

That's what hoop houses are for.

We grow kush and critical.

Outdoor strains.

Tract's no good to us.

Well... your loss.

Ah.

One more thing, old man.

- Ow! Ow.
- Oh, hold still, you big baby.

If there are any bones that need
resetting, I got first dibs.

I can't believe you.

They would've found
your wire first thing.

You could've
gotten yourself killed.

Yeah, well, I didn't, so relax.

What's your read?
Were they involved?

I can't stand
those sons of bitches,

but they, uh, they grow
outdoor strains, and

Bill's ranch is not gonna be
any use to 'em, so no.

- No, I don't think they did it.
- Great. All that for a dead end.

- We had to rule them out.
- Yeah, no kidding.

You're welcome.

All right, let's call it.
Get some rest.

- Come back fresh.
- Perfect.

That'll give me more time to set
up for Boone's going-away party.

Will you stop cleaning?

- I'm not cleaning. I'm tidying.
- You realize

most people find
hosting a party preferable

to investigating a murder?

Have you had a chance
to talk to Nora yet?

No.

But I am so happy
for Cam and Greg.

They found a surrogate.

A surrogate? Like, for a...

A baby. They've been looking
for a year. Did you not know?

They're your deputies, Mickey.

I guess I forgot.

Okay. Mingle.

Call him yet?

Did Mickey ever talk to you
about her breakup with Travis?

No, but Gina made sure I knew
all the sordid details.

Sounded gnarly.

Yes and no. There was a lot
of hard feelings.

I think Mickey especially
wanted it to work,

but they always
respected each other

and they found a way
to stay friends.

I mean, how many people
do you know

have a picture of their ex
on display?

Yeah, it's a little weird.

Says the guy who kept his
marriage a secret for two years.

Walked into that one.

Chip?

Oh. No, thanks.
But this edition is so cool.

I mean, was Skye an Oz kid?

We read a few of them,
but then we stopped.

They completely freaked her out.
- Well, yeah,

because they're totally freaky.

But my son was obsessed,
so we ran the whole series.

- Son?
- Yeah, Henry.

He's at Sacramento State,
which is

so crazy to me because he was
just in his footie pajamas

reading Ozma of Oz.

- Makes your head spin.
- Yeah. It does.

So, what about Skye?
Is she in college or...

Oh, uh, she's taking
some time off.

She's backpacking right now
in the Sierras with friends.

- Wow, very cool.
- Yeah.

You know,
I just wanted to clarify,

Nate is not Henry's dad.

I mean, just in case
you were wondering.

At this point, nothing
would surprise me.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Course.

- Hey.
- Hi. Come in.

Wow. You're having a party.

You don't have parties.

I know. I didn't have a choice.
It's for Boone.

- Why are you here?
- Wait, is Cassidy here?

I can't do this to her
twice in one day.

- What are you talking about?
- Oh...

- I'm an idiot. I should go.
- Travis,

- why are you here?
- All right, look,

I know it's totally
inappropriate for me to ask you

about my relationship
with Cassidy...

But can you ask me about
your relationship with Cassidy?

Mm.

Only because it beats refilling
the chips for the 11th time.

Okay, uh... she told me
she needs some space.

- So give her space.
- Right, but

- you didn't hear about...
- I don't need to, Travis.

I know you.
Your heart moves so fast.

Not everyone is like that.

Some hearts move
a little slower.

You mean like yours?

We're not talking about mine.

If Cassidy is asking for space,
give her space.

- Speech!
- Speech! Speech!

Speech.

Speech, Boone.

- No.
- Yes. Give a speech.

Um...

Well, this is pretty much
my worst nightmare.

Um...

Thank you, Gina,
for organizing, and...

and to Mickey for hosting.

- Your worst nightmare.
- Yeah.

And, uh...

Uh...

it's nice to be at a party
and know where the bathroom is.

Well, uh, where
everything is, actually,

thanks to that search warrant.

Too soon?

Um...

This, uh...

This town, Edgewater,

it's a special place.

You know, I've-I've
moved around a bit

and seen my share
of departments,

and I can honestly
say that this is...

this is the only place

that feels like home.

It's been an honor
working with you guys.

If I have one regret, it's that,

maybe, um...

Maybe...

That maybe I didn't live up
to certain expectations.

But I do know this,

I'm gonna miss every
single person in this room.

Because you guys are what
makes this place special.

You let a stranger

become a friend, so...

Thanks for that.

For everything, really.

Where's the music?

What you looking at?

- Uh, nothing.
- Right.

Definitely not Boone's
personnel file, because that

- would be completely improper.
- Fine.

It's his service records
from down in Oakland.

Multiple commendations
for bravery.

Want to see my favorite part?

Boone's partner in Oakland
was Jason Rothe.

He awarded Boone
the Medal of Valor.

- There is a picture.
- Oh, wait. That's Nora.

Yeah. Okay, now,
here are Boone's dependents.

Nora and her son, Henry Rothe.
The same last name.

Wait, so Nora was married
to Boone's partner?

Did they have an affair?

Well, if I knew that,
I could retire happy.

- Hey.
- Two black coffees, coming right up.

So, I know you don't think

that we should look
into Bernice.

But you went ahead
and did anyway.

Pretty much. I just talked
to your buddy, Punch.

How is our favorite

real estate agent-slash-
Rotary Club president?

Great.
He's got a hot new listing.

The Wambach ranch.

Bill just died.

It-It's a little quick,
don't you think?

Mason mentioned that

Bernice wanted to sell.

I don't know.
Is it all that surprising?

Maybe not,
but Bernice told Punch

to start soliciting offers
three weeks ago,

before Bill died.

And then she specifically
asked Punch

not to say anything
about it to Bill.

Yeah, that is odd.

I still think it's a reach,

but let's go talk to her.

Boone.

Sherriff's office.

Bernice?

Clear.

Kitchen's clear.

Bernice?

Bernice?

- Bernice?
- Bernice!

Boone.

I was upstairs.

Somebody kicked in the door.

I-I grabbed Bill's shotgun
and I hid in the closet.

I didn't have my phone.
I couldn't call anybody.

I-I thought I was gon...

You did great.

Whoever did this
should feel lucky they didn't

stumble in on a mountain woman
with a shotgun.

"Give 'em both barrels,"
Bill always said.

Mickey.

House is clear.

We spoke to Punch,

and he mentioned you asked him
to list the ranch

a few weeks ago.
Now, you told us that

Bill refused to sell.

So is it true? Are you selling?

I-I hated to go
behind Bill's back,

but I don't feel safe here.

And my Wilfred Wambach was the

stubbornest damn man I ever met.

And the best.

He just couldn't face
that the old days are gone.

So many of our friends
are selling.

Cheryl and David, the Sloanes.

- Irv.
- Irv? Are you sure?

He made it sound like
he would never sell.

Well, sure, he has to
sound tough in front of the boys,

but he's closing escrow
in a week.

I know because
of the water rights.

Water rights?

We've got an aquifer
that runs beneath our ranch,

but Irv's place
is dry as a bone.

For as long as
I could remember, Bill just

let Irv divert the water
for his own grow,

and Irv would pay him
what he could.

If Irv's grow relies
on Bill's aquifer for water,

the property would be useless
to a new buyer

without the same deal.

So, maybe Bill made a deal
with the new buyers.

Yeah, maybe, but they'd need
more than a handshake agreement

on the chain of title.

You know what?

Mickey, hey.

Hey, Cassidy, I need you
to pull the chain of title

on the Wambach
and McCall properties.

Grants, easements,
anything on water rights.

Everything you can find, okay?

Water rights, on it.

- Hey.
- Hey, Dad, did you know that

- Irv was planning on selling his land?
- No.

There's no way that's true.

According to Bernice, it is.

Well, I'll just ask him.
He's sitting right here.

- We're at The Meat Up.
- No. Don't.

Why don't you just try to keep
him there as long as you can.

Yeah.

Sure, um, I'll pick it up at
the store on the way from home.

All right? Okay, I'll see...
I'll see you at the house.

That Mickey on the phone?

Yeah, yeah.

Sounds like maybe she wanted you
to ask me something.

Yeah, wanted to know
about, uh, those Bulgarians

trying to buy your house.

She wants to know
if you got their names.

Huh. No.

- No names.
- No?

You know, I never asked you.

Your daughter
being sheriff and all.

You ever get her to look
the other way on something?

- No.
- So, a few years back,

when Fred was sheriff,

and Mickey and Fred

confiscated
a bunch of my plants.

But they didn't touch
any of yours.

I wasn't even speaking
to my daughter two years ago.

And you know damn well
there is no way I would

ever drop a dime to a badge.

No.

Just live under her roof.

Here's to Bill, our friend.

Okay, I pulled
everything that I could find

on Bill and Irv's properties.

Sure enough, there's an easement

establishing
shared water rights.

When was it signed?

A month ago. Ink's still fresh.

William Wambach
and Irving McCall.

Wait, wait, wait. Bill's legal
name is Wilfred, not William.

Irv must have
forged the signature.

Another?

No, I should go.

Yeah. Me too.

You got something
to tell me, Irv?

You.

You did it, didn't you?

This is how it's gonna go.

Either I can call the sheriff

or you can get in my truck
and we will drive in together.

You're gonna turn me over
to the cops?

Yeah.

What the hell
happened to you, Wes?

You killed our friend.

What the hell happened to you?

So what's it gonna be?

Okay. Uh...

All right.

I'll, uh, I'll drive.
You... you get in.

I'm sorry, Wes.

Irv.

- It was Irv.
- Get in.

Go.

Dad.

- Dad, Boone and I'll handle it.
- Like hell.

He's not even armed.

Hey! Hey!

I can't look at this...

this river
without thinking of Connie.

Summer of '76.
Us all down here,

fishing and boating.

You know what I'm gonna remember

about this river
from this day forward?

Bill laying dead
on the bank of it,

and I want to know why.

What's done is done.
What does it matter now?

It matters because
he was your friend.

For 40 years.

Yeah, that's right.
40 years.

He shook my hand. He told me
we were gonna share the water.

I'm broke, Wes.

And all these damn cartels
coming in here

and Big Pharma moving in,

growers like you and me?
We're done.

- You did it for money.
- Selling my land

is the only way
that I can survive,

and I found a buyer
willing to pay cash.

But Bill said, "No, no, no."

He... he wouldn't sign over
the water rights.

"My deal's with you,
not any of these new fellas."

He turned his back on me.

And you used it
for target practice.

He gave me no choice.

- I got nothing, Wes.
- You had a brother,

and you shot him in the back.
That's what you had.

- I couldn't look him in the eye.
- 'Cause you're a coward.

You always did keep
that Colt under your seat.

Gun.

- Dad, move!
- Drop the gun! Drop the gun! - No! No!

- Dad, get down! Move!
- Drop the gun! - No!

No!

Remember me like I was.

- Drop the gun!
- Irv! No!

Irv...

I don't believe it.

Irv was family.

He was broke.

He needed to sell.
To leave Edgewater.

But why'd he have to go
through my Bill?

So does-does that mean
that Irv broke into my house?

Irv was at The Meat Up
with my dad.

So was it the cartel?

We don't believe so.

So all those scare tactics...

the bullet in our mailbox,
the shed catching fire...

who was that?

We don't know yet,
but we're gonna keep looking.

You're gonna need a smaller box.

You should see his house.

Shouldn't take more than an hour

to pack up the last two years
of his life.

And that is so Nate.

He won't buy or do
a single thing for himself

unless somebody makes him.

Oh, and Jason.

Jason was the same way.

Boone's partner Jason?

And Henry's dad.

We were together for 15 years.

Is he, uh,
still down in Oakland?

In-in a way.

St. Mary's Cemetery.

- I'm so sorry.
- No.

It's okay.
He was dying for a long time.

Maybe since the day
he got his badge, actually.

What you see on this job...
it is not normal.

No. It's not.

And then it just built up.

So he would have a beer

and then a vodka, a drink,
and then a whole bottle.

Nate was his best friend,
and we tried.

We tried to save him, but...

there was just nothing
we could do.

And Jason and I,
we never got married. I mean,

what's a piece of paper, right?

But I couldn't touch his
death benefits or his pension.

So Henry and I had nothing
until Nate...

- Married you.
- Yeah.

- He saved me.
- Right.

He's always,
always been there for me.

Even when he moved here.

How could I not know that
about him?

He's ashamed, I think.

Nate feels like he failed Jason.

Everything he's ever done
for me since Jason died

is him trying
to make up for that.

But there's more there
than just guilt, right?

I mean, you guys are together.

Uh, I mean, there's
a lot of feelings there.

But... no.

All the hurt
doesn't really leave

a lot of room for anything else.

Thanks.

- Thanks for coming.
- Cass, uh,

listen, I'm so, so sorry
about yesterday.

Pulling you into court...
it was out of line.

I don't know
what I was thinking.

Remember when you and Mickey
had me over for enchiladas?

The two of you were cooking.
You ended up...

Oh, I almost sliced
my finger off. Yeah.

Mickey wanted you
to go to the hospital.

You didn't want to go.

Then you two
started fighting about it.

She was being ridiculous.

I started feeling
really uncomfortable.

And then Mickey said,
well, maybe you'd be lucky

and the doctors would pull
your head out of your ass

after they stitched up
your finger.

And you started
laughing so hard.

- Yeah.
- And so did she, and...

and then so did I.

Still have a scar.

Yeah.

I wanted that.

I wanted a relationship
that felt safe.

I'm not saying it was perfect.

Wh-Wh...

What are you saying?

It was real.

And after everything
happened with Skye,

the fight that we had...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I realized I have two settings
in relationships.

I'm either terrified
or I'm hiding.

I don't know
how to do "real" yet.

I want what you and Mickey had.

But I have a lot of work
to do on myself first.

I'm sorry, Travis.

Cassidy.

Thank you.

Is now a good time
for my exit interview?

Thinking we'll hit the road
early tomorrow.

You know, I never thought,
um, I'd become sheriff.

Never really wanted it.

Then Fred died, and it's like

I didn't want to let him down,
you know?

- Mm.
- So I put up a wall.

My job on one side
and my life...

my mess... on the other.

I know there are some people
in this town

who think I don't
belong in this office.

- Mickey...
- Those people are idiots. I'm a damn good sheriff.

In part because of that wall.

I'm not a great sheriff.

Not as good as Fred was.

In part,
also because of that wall.

So, if you have to go, I get it.

I wanted you to know that
you have exceeded all of my...

expectations.

And I'm terrified to see you go.

Because I cannot picture
this place without you.

Mickey.

I made plans.

I know.

I know.

I get it.

I just wanted to tell you,
because I think if I didn't,

I would regret it
for a long time.

Wow.

Skye's been gone,
what, two days?

- Look at us.
- Uh-huh.

We gin up all this gloss,
but we are...

We're nothing but animals.

No grace, no honor. Just...

a bunch of wild animals
eating each other.

You okay?

I never thought I was one
who needed fairy tales

told to me before I put my head
to a pillow at night, but...

I just been telling myself
stories all these years

about who we were,

how it was.

They're not fairy tales.

I was little, but I remember.

Potlucks at Bill and Bernice's.

Looking for sea glass
on Moonstone Beach.

You said they were
mermaid's tears.

Mom told me that.

That sounds like something
she'd say.

Dad, what Irv did...

that was about him.

You created a community,
a family.

Yeah, but...

everything's changed.

There's no going back.

All right.

Then move forward.

You drive me
up the damn wall, Dad.

But you're still one
of the good ones.

What's on the agenda, boss?

You're six minutes late.

Okay.