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Previously on Sheriff Country.

Why do you want to be sheriff? Sheriff Fred died.

I stepped in. That's right. The job fell into your lap.

Rotary thinks we need someone with a clear vision.

You think you're one of the last people to see Zoe? You took her to the

festival. Then what happened?

We hung out until they set the effigy on fire. And she blew me off. That's your

sister's file. Nine girls. All went missing around the time of the Blood

Festival. I think Edgewater has a serial killer on his hands.

Is it just me or is the blood moon goddess getting creepier?

There's nothing creepy about the cash the rotary takes in.

The goddess burns, the money turns. You know, the OG hippies of Edgewater would

have hated you.

Hey, we still sell hemp necklaces.

You had a 20 % markup?

What a 50.

Lila?

Tell me, how am I supposed to shake the eye without a 5 -8 spleen?

Let's... Not disturb the artists at work.

Thanks for coming out, Mickey.

We should talk security.

I was thinking eight deputies, especially given the last festival's

Brawl? It was three drunks. You guys shut down the beer garden.

Dropped revenue 20%. I had to call Sheriff Fred myself to get him to reopen

Look, this is your first festival as sheriff. Let my event security guys take

the lead.

You're like a ref in the playoffs.

You've got to swallow your whistle and let them play.

Is that why you got me out here, Punch?

For bad sports analogies?

Look, it's my job to protect the public. That's part of your job.

Another part is managing the budget.

And a large chunk of that budget comes from the festival.

Now come meet some folks.

Who are they?

The new sponsors, Heat Wave Energy Drink.

They want to meet the hero of the Edgewater Siege.

Play ball, make eat.

The Blood Moon Festival was Burning Man before Burning Man. Back in 58, a couple

of hippies and some free spirits came for a lunar eclipse, a blood moon.

They dropped acid, wrote their wishes down in these little burlap sacks. Here

you go.

And offered them up to the goddess.

So, like a trippy Santa Claus?

We've done away with the LSD.

It's a family -friendly event now.

And a cash cow. My wish is that with Heat Wave on board, we can clear seven

figures.

As you can see, the festival has evolved.

Nine o 'clock tomorrow night, we light up the effigy and live stream it from a

dozen angles.

The crowds ever get out of control?

Worst we ever have is a kid lost in the corn maze.

Look, it's my job to make sure that it is a fun and profitable night for

Edgewater. That's the thing about Sheriff Fox.

Nobody gets her job like she does.

You got a candy bar or something?

Starving.

What makes it for women?

Aside from the estrogen?

Am I crazy, Hank?

Mickey put me on death duty for getting out over my skis.

And now I'm bringing her this theory that Edgewater has a serial killer and

one piece of evidence is an 18 -year -old jawbone. Campbell, if you are not

on your theory, I am happy to bring it to making myself.

And as a matter of fact, it is my case, too, after all.

I got this.

Yo.

J .J. Reyes ringing a bell?

Car thief.

With an outstanding bench warrant.

Yeah. Well, he just ordered the pancake special at the meet -up. I informed him

it's all the bolo.

Chang's on his way, but he's 20 minutes out. I'm on it.

Hey.

Reyes is slippery.

Wait for Chang before you make a move.

Yeah. I got it.

Yeah? Yeah.

That's him, all right.

Good thing you called us.

Why do you call him, buddy?

Uh -huh.

Hey, can I get my usual?

Spicy breakfast burrito, extra... Extra spice.

You got it, sweetheart.

JJ Reyes.

Hey!

Hey!

I can't go to jail!

Not today!

Oh, what's the matter, man? You got plans?

Got somebody's car to steal?

Come on, man. Not today. Yeah.

Today. But don't worry.

I will keep it safe for you.

Enjoy your meal.

Dispatch, you can reroute Deputy Chang.

Suspect is now in custody.

You're welcome.

Oh, shoot.

I threw top of tears in the bag. Amber, you are the best.

Losing a service vehicle is a fireable offense. Please, Mickey.

Sheriff Fox, please let me fix this. Like hell. Go sit in the bullpen and

at the wall.

Deputy Boone and I need to discuss your future here.

Door!

Can you believe this idiot?

Over a damn burrito.

If it weren't for the festival and the fact that I cannot spare a deputy right

now, you'd both be sidelined. Why? What did I do? You sent him to go pick up

Reyes. I told him to wait for change. You know Hank is a hothead, and you put

him on that detail.

Well, I'm sorry that I couldn't leave the XO because the sheriff was busy

VIP tours at the festival.

You are the presiding officer, Boone. When you're in charge, you're not only

responsible for your mistakes, but everybody else's. It's called being a

Now go fix it.

Hey, Mickey, can you meet me in the war room? It's important.

Nine women, Mickey.

Over 20 years.

All while Fred Watkins was sheriff.

These women lived on the margins.

Runaways, drug addicts, a sex worker.

A few of them reported missing.

Most of them I came across.

This is your sister.

Sorry.

Well, they definitely all fit a type.

All of these women went missing within a few days of the Blood Moon Festival.

Three of them from the festival itself.

That doesn't mean they were murdered. Do you have any physical evidence?

Jessica Winters reported missing 48 hours after the Blood Moon Festival in

Six months later, her jawbone was found in a remote area of Deadwater.

Right. A hunting dog found it.

I was a junior deputy at the time. As I recall, they searched the area but came

up with nothing.

Jessica's death was ruled inconclusive. The deputies thought that it may have

been a drug killing.

It is dead water.

But I don't buy it.

I think this town has a serial killer on the loose.

Cassidy, you have a theory.

A decent theory.

But what you have is one jawbone.

No evidence of murder, let alone a string of them.

No, let me go search the area again.

The department didn't have ground -penetrating radar in 08. If I can find

Jessica's remains, we can get a cause of death and rule my theory in or out.

The Blood Moon Festival is tomorrow night, Mickey. That is why I'm coming to

now. If there's even a chance that my theory is right... Okay.

You're off death duty.

Take Erica.

And whatever CSI tech she's got, they're going to need an escort to get up

there. So call Dale Hawkins.

Tell him that Sheriff Mickey Fox will consider it a personal favor.

And Cassidy, good work.

Does anybody know a different number for Deadwater Dale? The one on file is out

of service. He changes his number every two weeks. All that wacky tobacco has

made him paranoid.

Give me a sec. I'll reach out to Mitchell. Thank you.

What's up with you?

Mickey told me to stare at the wall until further notice. She probably

mean literally.

I'm not taking any chances.

Heard you're off desk duty. At least one of us is.

Seriously, Campbell?

Congrats.

A little estrogen might do you some good.

What's up?

Good luck, burrito boy.

Hey, Erica, I need to make one more phone call and then we can head out.

that. I loaded Grover in the back of the SUV.

We don't need a canine unit.

Remains are more than a decade old. Any scent is long gone. Oh, sorry.

Grover's my nickname for the ground -penetrating rover.

The P is silent.

Still waiting for a laugh on that one.

Dale's number.

I had to promise Mitchell a date. You're buying.

Thank you.

This is everything we have on Reyes. Every car he's boosted. Every address

he's bought. Wait, shouldn't we be out there looking for him instead of in here

doing homework?

Look where, Hank.

Reyes powered down the car's onboard computer, which killed the GPS.

Besides, moving too fast is what got you into this mess.

Sometimes the fastest way to solve is to go slow. Here.

Get what you can off of this.

Reyes' phone?

Active commission of a crime exception means we don't need a search warrant.

Unfortunately, it's locked.

Okay. Uh, well, most common passcode is 4321.

No. All right.

1234.

No. Okay. After that, it's, um, birthdays and raises is

November 27th.

Hmm.

One more and I'm locked out.

Slow down, Hank.

Yeah.

Dale said he'd be here a half hour ago.

Any idea how long to microwave ramen for?

My daughter, Wren, just turned 10, so the bus drops are off now. The kid loves

her independent.

She wants to cook everyone dinner now.

Screw this. We're not waiting.

You grab Grover. I'll take the bag.

I've read some stories about dead water.

Last time I was up here, Mickey and I ran into some gorilla growers.

I thought we were dead for sure.

It isn't scary.

So, if Dale isn't coming, what about Mickey's dad?

What is that a tale?

Are you sure this is smart?

Nope.

Cassidy?

Don't make a move

I

Can't see anyone, but they can see us

I'm

the only one arm train your guns on me

Dale Hawkins promised us a safe passage.

I'm not interested in your growth.

We're looking for the body of a murdered girl.

Her name was Jessica Winters. Her parents died when she was four. She

around the system.

No one noticed she was missing until her grandma in Ohio called for a wellness

check.

Please. When Bobby James went missing up here, we scoured the earth for him. We

found him camping outside of Fresno and we brought him home.

Let us do that for Jessica's family.

If you want to shoot me for trying to get justice for a dead girl, you're

to have to shoot me in the back.

Stay here. If they start shooting, run.

Cassidy.

Let's go.

Boom! I got something.

I broke into Reyes' phone.

The passcode was today's date.

How'd you even think to try that? At the meet -up, when I pinched him, he said,

you can't arrest me, not today.

Said it twice, in fact.

Today is important to this guy, and I think I know why.

Check out these text messages, talking about a delivery at La Casablanca, and

what's being delivered?

Cake.

That is a street name.

For cocaine.

Oh. Mm -hmm. Really? Yep.

I know a cake, you think. Right.

And Reyes is a car thief, not a drug dealer. Maybe he is leveling up.

What about this Casablanca?

Any of his known addresses painted white?

Wait, no.

Reyes' ex -wife is named Blanca Sanchez.

It's not La Casablanca, it's La Casa de Blanca.

Blanca's house.

That's where the deal's going down. 334 Scarborough Road. Okay.

We're going on a stakeout.

You miss him, don't you?

Do you think Fred was a good sheriff?

It wasn't you.

Fred was good at staying sheriff. He knew how to play the game. You know, he

always said punch and the rotary club on speed dial.

Do you think he had any blind spots?

Well, everybody does.

I think yours is putting him on a pedestal.

Fred told a good story about Edgewater, but sometimes he ignored things when

they ran up against his vision of the perfect small town.

Sometimes a young deputy would get a bee in their bonnet about a money

laundering ring or a gorilla grove. And Fred would say, we got more crooks than

we can arrest.

Not much sense looking for more.

Sheriff Box, this is Pena.

Requesting backup.

Give me that.

Mickey, it's Punch.

Get your butt out of the festival.

We got a situation.

Are the handcuffs really necessary? Oh, Mickey, thank God. Thanks.

Listen, the effigy isn't finished yet, and the festival gate's open in less

24 hours. You've got to let him go.

Well, that seems pretty straightforward.

Mr. Wainwright, that's you.

Got angry when Mr. Monroe, a security guard, asked him for CAL FIRE safety

guidelines to move the guardrail on the effigy back another 10 feet and punched

him. It was a misunderstanding, Mickey. I have been building the goddess for 20

years. People who could not find Edgewater on a map have seen the means.

town should be thanking me, not arresting me.

Mr. Monroe, did Mr. Wainwright deck you? I don't want to press charges.

See? He doesn't want to press charges.

Did Punch promise you anything in exchange for not pressing charges?

That's a hell of an accusation. Mickey, you hurt my feelings. Look.

If you decline to press charges, there's nothing I can do.

Like Punch said, it was a misunderstanding.

Get up.

I don't want to see your face again.

Thanks, Mickey. You made the right call.

Look.

What if I hear about a burrito and a stolen cop car?

You need to stop that, bro. Stop.

What did you think a state gal was?

Am I getting fired?

That's up to Mickey.

But she listens to you.

I'm a cop, Boone. It's who I am.

Now, you think I'm an idiot, and Mickey wants me fired, and my phone?

is blowing up with burrito boy memes from half the deputies.

Yo quiero burrito.

I'm not built for anything else, man.

There was this deputy when I was in Oakland.

He lived in a rough area, every car on blocks, like break -ins every night. He

decided the safest place was those.

Service weapon is in the oven.

One day he's at the dentist, and there's, like, only one magazine in the

Martha Stewart Living.

Magazine says, the only way to make perfect bacon is in the oven.

He thinks, you know, I'm gonna buy some bacon on the way home.

When he gets there, he preheats the oven.

Oh. Yeah.

Gun starts going off.

Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah.

Dude, he's ducking, covering.

Two minutes.

20 deputies on his doorstep. He's Martha Stewart for a whole entire year, so...

Be thankful it's Brita Boy.

Wow. Yeah.

What kind of dumbass would put his gun in... No.

All right, all right.

I like bacon, bro.

Clearly. Hey, hey, Brita Boy, look.

No, but it's Blanca, and she's on half the text.

I said we bust her as an accomplice, get her to roll on red. Hey, hey, hey, hey,

man.

Or we could wait and let it play out.

Yeah, let's do that.

That's better.

Yep, this is it.

The hunters walked up through here.

Dogs were off -leash. One of them came back with a jawbone in his mouth.

Why were you willing to get a shot back there?

To find a bunch of decades -old bones?

I think whoever killed Jessica Winters took my sister, Zoe.

Then are you sure that you want to be the one doing that?

The things Grover and I find can be... I

never miss a blood moon festival, and I always write the same wish.

To see Zoe's face one more time.

So honestly, no. I don't want to be the one doing this.

Because if we find Jessica, it means Zoe's probably here too.

But that's why I have to do it.

Because if I don't, then another Zoe disappears.

Let's get started.

Hey. Hey.

There it is.

Now we go.

Where's my car?

I'll tell you. I'll tell you.

I need an hour, man. Me. Why? You can do another drug deal. Drug deal?

Papi, you came.

Are you kidding? I'll never miss you, Quinceañera Noelita.

It's under a tarp on Oak Ridge Road.

Papi, why are the police here?

Hello, ma 'am.

Sorry.

We didn't call ahead.

Mr. Reyes has been helping us with a missing vehicle case.

One hour.

Thank you.

I figured we could let it play out.

Oh. Yeah, sometimes cake is just cake.

Muchas gracias.

You would know.

Martha.

Go ahead.

I've searched every square inch of this field.

Radar got no hits.

I'm sorry, Cassidy, but there's no sign of a body in the ground up here.

Where are you?

What if the body is not in the ground?

Do you see something down there?

Before I slept.

J .W. Jessica Winters.

We found her.

There's something else down there.

Alright.

We have two sets of female remains. Based on the decomp, I'd say they've

out here more than a decade.

Jessica Winters disappeared in 08. Looks like an animal got into the burlap sack

containing the remains.

Which explains how a hunting dog got a hold of her jawbone.

Bodies were burned, likely to remove skin and bone tissue.

Yeah, so he could create those.

I'm assuming that these are the remains of Jessica Winters.

Her jawbone is missing, but I'll confirm with DNA.

Our other victim is a Jane Doe. I'll get her teeth to the crime lab ASAP.

Okay, how soon can you ID her?

If she's in a system, tomorrow.

Strike that. It is tomorrow.

Later today, then.

Hey, it's been a long day.

Why don't you go home and get some rest?

I'm not going anywhere.

What is this?

Make a wish.

Burlap sacks.

The eye of judgment.

This is a ritual.

You're right.

We have a serial killer in our hands.

And the Blood Moon Festival is his hunting ground.

Mickey, the festival opens in less than 12 hours.

Punch, I've called you twice already.

If you don't call me back in five minutes, I'm coming to your house.

Oh, thanks.

Ray is. For you.

You fix it?

Yes. The cruiser's been recovered.

Ray's is now in custody.

What about our impulsive young deputy?

Huh. You forgot.

Undisciplined, insubordinate, and annoying.

Believe it or not, we had some good ideas.

I hate to admit, but it kind of reminds me of... A young Nathan Boone. Oh, yeah.

I read the book.

The supervising deputies in my first unit would throw me into the deep end

to watch me drown.

You're lucky that you had a mentor. I'm not exactly thrilled with Fred Watkins

at the moment. Cassidy was right.

These girls disappeared right under his nose.

How's she doing?

I don't know.

Erica said she nearly got herself killed up in Deadwater.

You're stuck with me, Campbell.

Burrito Boy is here to stay.

They can't fire me after I arrested Ray and recovered the car.

Can I?

Our Jane Doe's name is Maggie Shipley.

She was on your list?

Yes. She disappeared in 2010. She was 19.

I hugged Ren extra tight this morning.

Thank you for looking out for our girls.

It means a lot.

We have to stop this guy, Mickey.

We will.

You can't shut down the festival. You don't have the authority.

The county board of supervisors has given the festival chair, you're looking

him, sole and exclusive authority to cancel the festival.

Now, if you want to have me removed, you could petition the festival committee.

You mean your golfing buddies.

Otherwise, I want those gates open so people could come in and start

Hell, Mickey, that's half the fun.

You're talking about tailgating, Punch?

We found two skulls with a third eye carved into them. Not just any third

that third eye.

This isn't a coincidence. We've got to shut this thing down.

Uh -huh.

And those bones were how old?

I told you, Jessica Winters died in 2008.

And you found her in dead water.

Come on, Mickey, you can't put a shovel in the ground up there without hitting

something dead.

That's why they call it dead water.

He took my sister. How many more girls have to disappear?

Look, you and I go back, and despite what you think, I respect the hell out

you.

Now, I know Deputy Campbell is special to you, but you've got to ask yourself

right now, are you willing to bet your entire career on her theory?

I don't need to think about it.

100%. Then I'm sure as hell glad this isn't your call.

Open the gate!

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a serial killer in Edgewater.

For the last 18 years, he's been using the Blood Moon Festival as his hunting

ground. We can only assume that he will try again tonight.

But he will fail, because every single deputy in this room will be there to

him.

Tonight is about a show of force.

Deputy Campbell.

Our killer is targeting women 18 to 26 with dark hair, eyes, and complexion. We

need eyes on any potential victims that match that description.

As for the suspect, based on our timeline, he's over 40, most likely

We're working on a profile, but we won't have that tonight.

We believe it's possible he may be working the festival, so we are cross

-referencing every vendor, volunteer, anybody associated with the event

our database.

In the meantime, I want your eyes on any suspicious behavior.

If anyone so much as pulls a girl's pigtail, I want to know about it. In

addition to uniformed deputies, Lieutenant Boone will lead a team of

female deputies in civilian clothes.

I want Moran, Jaffin, Rodriguez, Iglesias.

There are nine murder victims who deserve justice.

And they will get it no matter how long it takes.

Tonight, we make sure there isn't a tenth.

Dismissed.

Social Services is here.

Deputy Campbell, I brought the files you requested.

Thanks, Stephanie.

If you take a seat, I'll be right with you.

Social services?

Maggie Shipley was in the system.

When I take a look at her file, maybe there's something that helps us.

I'll be right behind you.

I think it's true, and now we're talking.

Do you see anything?

Mickey, all these cops, what the hell are you doing? I believe it's what's

referred to as my job.

You're making a scene, Mickey.

You're freaking people out.

The only person I seem to be freaking out right now is you, Punch.

I gotta say, it's kind of fun.

I'm done playing ball punch. I don't work for you. I don't work for the

I don't work for the festival. I work for the people of Edgewater.

And right now, I'm a little busy.

So what can you tell me about Maggie Shipley?

Not much, unfortunately.

She was before my time, but I do have her caseworker's notes here.

Do you mind?

I'm looking for anyone she might have associated with. Friends, boyfriends.

I didn't see anything like that. Just another kid who didn't have a chance.

What's this?

A -R -T.

Art Rehabilitation Treatment. It's a program the county runs for

kids. I gather it was Maggie's only positive outlet.

Status updates. Call them out.

Hank, I'm in the beer garden.

No suspicious activity aside from the price gouging.

Twelve bucks for a light beer?

Well, I'm not in that way. I don't, too. We'll meet instead of writing for a

file.

All clear.

Kenya, front gate. All quiet here.

Cassidy, what's up?

Mickey, I just texted you a photo.

Put eyes on Van Wainwright now.

Van Wainwright the artist?

Yes. He knew Maggie Shipley. She and another missing girl were both in his

program. In the early 2000s, he had two sexual assault allegations against him

in the Bay Area. They weren't prosecuted because the girls refused to testify.

Plus, he's been working for the festival for the last 20 years. The timeline

fits. We had him in custody yesterday.

I'm five minutes out.

We need eyes on Van Wainwright, texting you a photo. Find him.

Okay, Edgewater, put your hands together for the man whose real name is Henry,

but you all know him as... Van!

Thank you.

Thank you. Are we ready to light this candle?

I can't hear you!

We have drones in the air.

Has everyone made their wishes?

Then may the blood moon, Gardner, make your wishes come true.

Just landed. Cutting your way.

There's still no sign of him.

Halt! Where's Ben Wainwright?

I don't know. Why?

He's a sexual predator, Punch.

He knew the victims, and he's been working here the whole time. The whole

I have eyes. We went heading to the corn maze. We've got a woman with us.

Cassidy, hold for backup.

I'm going in.

Cassidy, wait for backup.

Cassidy!

Coming in, Cassidy. Right behind you.

You two, stay out here.

Mickey, I'm coming in from the other side. We'll squeeze him. Let me come

you. You heard my order.

No one in, no one out.

Sheriff's business.

Drone in the air.

I see you, Cassidy. I'm your eyes in the sky.

Copy that. Call it out when you see him.

I got something.

Me too.

I got eyes on two figures.

Take that right.

Then another right.

Take that left. And another left. And you're on them.

Going silent.

Sheriff's Department!

Don't move!

Are you okay?

This is ridiculous.

No, I didn't do anything wrong. It was consensual.

Jessica Winter, 2008.

Maggie Shipley, 2010.

Zoe Campbell, 2012.

Notice any familiar faces, Mr. Wainwright?

I want to talk to my lawyer.

We've got some dots to connect, but given his priors and his connection to

missing women, looks like he's our guy.

His lawyer's on the way.

I'll stay.

You go home. I need you fresh for tomorrow.

The show of force worked.

No reports of missing women.

No more Phillies.

You out of here?

No. Boone promised to smooth things over with Mickey on one condition.

That I'd check on Reyes in his cell every hour on the hour till he's

transferred.

Burrito boy is dead.

Long live drone daddy.

Nice try.

No one's gonna call you that.

Give it time.

I meant, are you leaving right now?

But...

I'm glad you're here to stay.

Good work today, Cassidy.

How'd your mom take the news?

I haven't told her.

I don't think I have the nerve.

I get it.

But she should hear it from you.

Not the 11 o 'clock news.

Good night, Brita boy.

Sheriff, you have no case.

We caught your client assaulting his very young, very drunk assistant.

If he said, she said. If she even remembers seducing my client.

Well, by tomorrow, we expect to be able to charge him on another ongoing

investigation. So he tells me. A string of homicides connected to the Blood Moon

Festival. Well, that would be difficult, Sheriff Fox. You see, Mr. Wainwright

was out of town for the 2010 festival when I believe you told him Maggie

went missing.

His brother's wedding in Utah.

Hotel receipts, airline tickets, and a photo of the wedding party.

He was the best man.

Just because he wasn't at one festival doesn't mean that... It's not one

festival. The last victim two years ago, a woman named Jane Yarrow, my client

wasn't even in the country.

That's him in Germany speaking to a crowd of 100 people at an art festival.

You'll note, it's time stamped, Mr. Wainwright commissioned a sculpture in

Berlin. His apprentice finished the goddess in 2024.

That hack butchered the eye.

The point is, he couldn't have taken Gignaro.

He's not your killer sheriff.

It's Lori. Leave a message.

Hey, Mom.

It's me. I know it's late, but I need to tell you something.

I'll come by the house at 8 for breakfast, just like we used to.

I love you.