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- Travis. Travis! - And, yes, okay,
- we had sex this morning. - Travis, you're on speaker!
But it wasn't just sex for me.
- Never do speaker. - Yeah.
Look, you don't have to explain anything to me.
I'm-I'm the one dating my wife, so...
I don't know what I was thinking. I-I just...
There was a squirrel, and I hate squirrels.
I'm... I'm so curious where this is going.
I called Travis to take care of it, and...
He took care of it.
That.
Just your standard Tuesday morning.
Oh, and this really pissed me off.
And then he tried to make me French toast.
- That bastard! - I know.
Like he still lived there. Like he never even left.
I hate being in a long-distance relationship.
Like, I really hate it.
Half her stuff is up here, and half my stuff is at her place,
and just the whole thing just s... sucks.
Well, maybe you-you should tell her how you feel.
I tried.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Actually, I did something better.
I... I sent her résumé
to my buddy whose wife works at the hospital.
- You put her up for a job? - Yeah, so she can move up here.
Let's just say it did not go well.
Boone, have you ever even met a woman?
No wonder she got mad at you.
You didn't even talk to her. You just went ahead and did it.
- I was trying to do something nice. - Yeah.
- Like make French toast. - Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
That wasn't me. I did not make the French toast.
Okay? I don't even like French toast.
I missed this.
You know?
We used to do this all the time when we were partners.
Then I became sheriff and everything changed.
I mean, suddenly, somehow, things just got weird.
Okay, you just... see, you just made it...
really weird.
That was one tap too many.
- Speaking of one tap too many... - Okay!
- Trav and the squirrel. - We're not gonna talk about it.
I'm gonna regret this for the rest of my life.
She almost took my head off!
Over a pack of stupid birthday candles!
You, wait over there!
You and I are gonna have a talk in the car.
No. I need to be here.
I need to be here.
Hank, let her go.
Cassidy, your mom is out of control.
Hank, please. It's just...
Today's my sister's birthday.
My sister Zoey. Damn it.
My sister Zoey disappeared 14 years ago.
She went to a party one night, and she never came home.
32 years old.
32 years old today.
The candles are for her?
It's ruined.
- It's all ruined. - It's not ruined, Ma. Look.
Some of your cupcakes came out real nice.
You don't care.
You never cared.
You're more useless than he is.
Yeah, sure, I'm useless.
- And you're a nutcase! - Shut up, whatever your name is.
Mom...
Have you posted any flyers lately?
I have.
I'm the only one looking for her.
My sweet girl.
Happy birthday.
Give us a minute.
Please.
Sir, you got somewhere where you can sober up?
Somewhere where you two won't be together.
My brother's place.
I'll drive you.
Okay.
I think about her every day, Mom.
Every day.
No, you don't.
You gave up on her.
You forgot about her.
Peter, David, this is Stephanie. She's with social services.
She's gonna take you to the safe house.
Only the three of us will know its location.
You'll be there for a few days.
Hi, David.
Or should I say, Deputy David?
Deputy Boone is gonna drive us.
I bet he could use a partner.
It's your uniforms.
He's been taught not to trust the uniform.
It's okay, buddy. You can take it.
There you go. Good man.
Come this way.
Thank you.
The order's on your desk. You just need to sign it.
- Okay, thanks. - Yeah.
Um, and I'm sorry about this morning.
I... I overreacted.
I'm not sorry about this morning.
- Travis. - Hmm?
What we did was fun, maybe even a little bit great,
but, um...
- ...but it was a mistake. - Why do you say that?
Look, I...
I've been thinking about you ever since our dance.
Travis, listen to yourself.
Our homecoming dance where we went to high school?
What we're feeling... what you're feeling
is nostalgia, that's all.
So you're telling me you haven't been thinking about us?
Mickey, I might be crazy...
...but I think we should give it another shot.
- No. - Why not?
No. That is a bad idea.
You're on the rebound.
I went out with Cassidy for two months.
I don't think having sex with my wife of 20 years
- qualifies as a rebound. - Ex-wife.
And why'd you have to date her at all?
Of all the women in Edgewater, you go out with my deputy?
Uh...
'Cause she was open with me.
'Cause she let me in.
When she was having a bad day, she'd just tell me about it.
And with us, it was always the firewall.
I agreed to go to counseling. That wasn't easy for me.
Mickey, you agreed to go to counseling after I moved out.
I spent months and months asking you to go, and you said no.
You stopped fighting for me, Travis.
I'm sorry, this was a mistake.
Sheriff Fox,
this is Burke up at reception.
I think you better get up here.
Coming.
- Oh, my God, is that... - Enoch Barlow.
You've deprived me of my family, Sheriff.
I'm here for my grandson.
- Where's my grandson? - You've been named
in an emergency protective order.
You cannot see David for the next five days.
I didn't vote for you, Sheriff,
and I do not consent to your authority.
I'm sorry you feel that way, but the law applies to everyone,
like it or not.
Is David here?
He is at an undisclosed location.
Oh, that was a mistake.
Take a look at where you are.
You don't come in here and threaten me.
If you want to have a conversation like two adults,
I'm happy to do that.
Otherwise, you can see yourself out.
Shall we go into my office?
Dropped off your mom's boyfriend.
Said he's gonna try to work it out with her tomorrow.
And to tell you his name is Kenny, by the way.
Hmm.
I finally got her to lie down, so just give me a few minutes.
I get it.
Grew up in a house full of drunks.
Cleaned up my fair share of broken glass.
She loved cars.
"Loves," maybe.
I never know what tense to use.
- So, what happened? - I already told you.
She went to a party one night. She never came home.
- Did you look into it? - I was 15, Hank.
No, I mean once you became a deputy.
I read the sheriff's report.
- And? - And nothing.
She's another missing person
in a county with more than its fair share.
Okay, well, what about the initial incident report?
Sometimes the first deputy on the scene...
There was no scene, Hank.
- She just disappeared. - Okay, well,
Missing Persons database. You ever try that?
- Why do you care about this? - I don't, but you clearly do.
So, I don't get it, Campbell.
You're a sheriff's deputy. You can get answers.
What if I don't want answers? Did you ever think about that?
We're cops, Hank.
We know how these stories end.
And if I don't know, then maybe Zoey's still out there.
Alive. Happy.
Maybe hope is better than answers.
That's dumb.
Idiotic, actually.
Look, I don't know you that well,
and I sure as hell don't know your mom,
but you got to give that woman some closure.
Even if what you find on the other side is bad,
you got to pull that string.
You owe it to her, Cassidy.
And you owe it to yourself.
I, uh...
picked these up on my way here.
I'll be in the car.
♪ The thunder drums ♪
♪ Like a battle cry ♪
♪ Even heroes need saving ♪
♪ Saving ♪
♪ When that white flag is waving ♪
♪ Waving ♪
♪ The world on their backs ♪
♪ Caught in the cracks. ♪
Please have a seat.
I prefer to stand.
Your grandson is safe.
He's the subject of an emergency protective order.
From his family.
It's not a grant of custody; it's a pause button.
Child Protective Services will now have
five days to conduct an inquiry.
They're gonna go to the ranch,
they're gonna talk to your daughter,
they're gonna talk to Peter,
and then they'll make a determination
on what's in David's best interest.
And who better than the government
to decide what's in a child's best interest?
You know, I met you once.
Uh, I don't believe so.
You wouldn't remember. I was nine.
I went tubing with my friends,
and we wandered onto your property.
Back then, there was no fence.
Yeah, there was no need for one.
I sprained my ankle.
That was you?
You fixed me a splint.
Told me you'd been a combat medic.
Yeah, during the First Gulf War.
You fixed me up and made sure I found my friends again, and...
that's how I remember you.
But what I saw up there at the ranch, all those guns
and the locks on the doors?
It's like you're gearing up for war.
Let me ask you, Sheriff.
Have you ever answered a single call to the ranch?
Now or-or any time since you've been in this office?
No.
I'm a man of peace.
I'm merely protecting my family.
From who? From... Not from me.
- Not from anyone here. - From the government.
- I'm not the government. - You wear their badge.
The house where David is staying,
I'd very much appreciate the address.
You can't have it.
- Then I'll say good night. - Mr. Barlow.
Look, there's a process.
You may not like it, but if you're as smart
as I think you are, you will respect it.
The moment you start taking matters into your own hands
is the moment you lose your grandson forever.
Look, I may wear this badge, but it's not who I am.
I'm a daughter. I'm a mother.
I grew up in this town, just like you.
I believe I've seen your mind, Sheriff,
and you've earned my patience.
We'll see the process through.
- Enoch Barlow? - Who the hell are you?
Donald Kavanaugh, FBI.
This is Treasury Agent Mary Buckner.
Mr. Barlow, you're under arrest for violation of
the United States Internal Revenue Code.
- Why wasn't I notified? - You're being notified now.
Turn around.
- Wait, you can't do this. - Thank you, Sheriff.
We've got this.
You've sown the wind, Sheriff.
Now you shall reap the whirlwind.
You come into my jurisdiction, into my station,
you arrest a suspect, the least you could've done
- is given me a heads-up. - There wasn't time for that.
We've been surveilling the Barlow compound for weeks.
- Drones. - The Bureau has been concerned for some time
about his violent rhetoric,
not to mention his huge stockpile of weapons.
So you arrest him for tax evasion?
Agent Buckner's idea.
Um, the tax charge allows us to take Barlow off the board now
while the Bureau builds a weapons case.
We could've moved on the ranch but not without risking
confrontation that would make Waco
look like a day at the beach.
When we observed Barlow coming into your office,
we saw our chance.
Yeah, never mind the kind of blowback it creates for us.
- That's not our concern. - No. It's ours.
Sheriff Fox, we just need to hold him here for a few hours.
A dozen federal agents are en route to transport him
to his arraignment in San Francisco tomorrow morning.
Is there an office where we can set up in the meantime?
You can grab a desk in the bullpen.
And kindly get the hell out of my office.
Mm.
It's just for a few hours.
It's quitting time, Campbell.
Stop trying to impress people.
Just doing my job.
Maybe you should take note.
Hey.
Couple of guys are gonna go grab a beer later.
Want to join?
That sounds... kind of fun, actually.
"Actually"?
Uh, but I got something I need to work on here.
- Next time? - Suit yourself.
- Oh, Hank. - Hmm?
- You left your muffins in the car. - Oh.
Oh, too slow.
Not to add to your list of worries,
but we just got a call
about a big street takeover out in Dogtown.
They're racing cars in both lanes.
Great. Right at the end of watch.
Send Ted.
Have him take three or four units just to be safe.
Copy that. Uh...
By the way, thanks.
For?
I'm gonna call Nora.
- And? - And not assume anything,
not submit her résumé,
and definitely not make her French toast.
Hey, Boone.
Good luck.
Hey.
I drove halfway home. I had to turn around.
I know things ended badly between us,
but I'm in a different place now.
Travis...
No, l-let me finish.
I think you're in a different place, too.
I'm sorry.
- People don't change. - No?
Then how'd you make peace with your dad?
Or convince Boone to stay in Edgewater?
Or mend fences with your sister Sharon?
You think old Mickey could've done any of those things?
People do change.
And this morning was not a mistake.
The only mistake...
was me not fighting for you five years ago.
Well...
I'm ready to fight for you now.
I love you.
Always will.
Just let me know.
- Hey, you. - Hey.
I've been thinking about you.
You make it to work on time?
Yeah. Um, it was a good traffic day, shockingly enough.
How about you? How's your day going?
Good.
So, listen.
I'm sorry I didn't check in with you about the hospital job.
I should've asked you first.
And I guess I was... I-I got excited
about the idea of not being long-distance anymore.
Look.
I don't want to pressure you in any way.
I just want you to know,
when it comes to us, I'm all in.
I... I want you to move up here, Nora.
I want to be your husband, for real this time.
Well, don't say yes too fast.
Geez.
Did you people not pay your power bill?
What the hell?
Get down!
Boone. Cassidy. Status.
I'm in the locker room.
What the hell is going on up there?!
Mickey, they're inside the building.
Repeat, they're inside the building!
It's Travis.
They shot Travis!
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