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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 clearer vision.

CASSIDY:
You think you're
one of the last people

to see Zoey?

You took her to the festival.

-Then what happened?
-ERIC: We hung out until

they set the effigy on fire.
Then she blew me off.

HANK:
That's your sister's file.

Nine girls.

All went missing

around the time of
the Blood Moon Festival.

I think Edgewater has
a serial killer on its hands.

* *

MICKEY:
Is it just me,

or is the Blood Moon Goddess
getting creepier?

Nothing creepy about the cash
the Rotary takes in.

"When the Goddess burns,
the money churns."

Yeah, the OG hippies of
Edgewater would have hated you.

Hey, we still sell
hemp necklaces.

Yeah, at a 20% markup?

More like 50.

(Van exclaims)

(sharp inhale)
Leila.

Tell me how am I supposed
to shape the eye

without a 5/8ths plane?!

Yeah.

Let's not disturb the artist
at work.

VAN:
Leila? Yes.

-Thanks for coming out, Mickey.
-VAN: Yes, that one.

-We should talk security.
-Bring it up.

I was thinking,
uh, eight deputies,

especially given
the last festival's brawl.

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 it.

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 got to swallow your whistle
and let 'em 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--
Heatwave Energy Drink.

They want to meet the hero
of the Edgewater Siege.

Play ball, Mickey.

MICKEY:
The Blood Moon Festival

was Burning Man
before Burning Man.

Back in '68, a couple of hippies
and some free spirits came

for a lunar eclipse,
a-a blood moon.

They dropped acid,
wrote their wishes down

in these little burlap sacks--

here you go--

and offered 'em 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 Heatwave on board,
we can clear seven figures.

As you can see,

the festival has evolved.

9:00 tomorrow night,
we light up the effigy

and livestream it
from a dozen angles.

The crowds ever
get out of control?

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

-(chuckles)
-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?

-I'm starving.
-(drawer opens)

(drawer closes)

What makes it for women?

Aside from the estrogen?

Am I crazy, Hank?

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

And now I'm bringing her
this theory

that Edgewater
has a serial killer,

and my one piece of evidence
is an 18-year-old jawbone.

Campbell, if you are not sold
on your theory,

I am happy
to bring it to Mickey myself.

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

I got this.

Yo.

J.J. Reyes ring a bell?

Car thief.

With an outstanding
bench warrant.

Yeah. Well,

he just ordered the
pancake special at the Meat Up.

Our foreman saw 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.

HANK:
Yeah. That's him, all right.

Good thing you called us.

-I didn't call anybody.
-Uh-huh.

Hey, can I get my usual?
Spicy breakfast burrito,

-extra...
-Extra spice?

You got it, sweetheart.

* Losing my faith
is nothing sacred *

* I ain't bitter, baby *

* I'm just saying *

* You could blame me *

* Or blame it
on the luck of the draw *

* I'll blame it
on the luck of the draw... *

HANK:
J.J. Reyes?

Hey! Hey!

(grunting)

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.
-Yes.

Today.
But don't worry.

I will keep this safe for you.

Enjoy your meal.

Dispatch, you can
reroute Deputy Chang.

Suspect is now in custody.

You're welcome.

Oh. Shoot.

(door closes)

Extra Tapatíos in the bag.

Amber, you are the best.

-(engine revving)
-(tires squealing)

No! Damn...

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 stare at the wall.

Deputy Boone and I need
to discuss your future here.

Door!

-(door closes)
-Can you believe this idiot?

Over a damn burrito.

I...

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 Chang.

You know Hank is a hothead,

and you put him on that detail.

Well, I'm sorry that
I couldn't leave the ECSO

because the sheriff was busy

giving VIP tours
at the festival.

You were 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 leader.

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.

MICKEY:
This is your sister.

Zoey.

Well, they definitely
all fit a type.

All of these women went missing

within a few days
of the Blood Moon Festival,

three of 'em
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 2008.

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 Deadwater.

But I don't buy it.

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

Cassidy, uh,

you have a theory--

a decent theory--

but what you have
is one jawbone,

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

So, 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 you now.

If there's even a chance

that my theory is right...

Okay.
You're off desk duty.

Take Erica and whatever
CSI tech she's got.

You're gonna 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.

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE:
The number you have dialed

is no longer in service.

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 tabacky
has made him paranoid.

Give me a sec.

-I'll reach out to Mitchell.
-CASSIDY: Thank you.

What's up with you?

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

She probably
didn't mean literally.

I'm not taking any chances.

Heard you're off desk duty.

At least one of us is.

Seriously, Campbell, congrats.

(drawer opens)

(drawer closes)

Little estrogen
might do you some good.

Mmm.

Hank!

War room, now!

-Yes, sir!
-Good luck, burrito boy.

Hey, Erica, I need
to make one more phone call,

and then we can head out.

Roger that. I loaded Grover
into the back of the SUV.

We don't need a K-9 unit.

The 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
where he's bunked.
-Wait. 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 a 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 four-three-two-one.

No. All right.

One, two, three, four.

No.
Okay. After that,

it's, um... birthdays.

And Reyes' is...

November 27.

Mm!

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 ten,

so the bus drops her off now.

The kid loves her independence.

She wants
to cook everyone dinner now.

Screw this.
We're not waiting.

You grab Grover,
I'll take the bag.

ERICA:
I've heard some stories
about Deadwater.

Last time I was up here,

Mickey and I ran
into some guerrilla growers.

I thought we were dead for sure.

That must have been scary.

So, if Dale isn't coming,

what about Mickey's dad?

Wes is out of town.

Oh...

Are you sure this is smart?

Nope.

Cassidy?

(gasps)

Don't make a move.

I can't see anyone.

But they can see us.

* *

I'm the only one armed.
Train your guns on me.

Dale Hawkins promised us
a safe passage.

I'm not interested
in your grows.

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

Her name was Jessica Winters.

Her parents died
when she was four,

she bounced 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 gonna have
to shoot me in the back.

Stay here.
If they start shooting, run.

C-Cassidy.

Don't. They'll kill you.

MAN (in distance):
Go about your business.

Let's go.

Boone! I got something.

I broke into Reyes' phone.

The passcode was today's date.

How'd you even think
to try that?

At the Meat 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 Casa Blanca.

And what's being delivered?
Cake.

That is a street name
for cocaine.

-Huh?
-Mm-hmm.

-Really?
-Yup.

-I know what cake is, Hank.
-Right.

And Reyes is a car thief,
not a drug dealer.

Maybe he is leveling up.

What about this Casa Blanca?

Any of his known addresses
painted white?

Wait. No.

Reyes' ex-wife is named
Blanca Sánchez.

It's not La Casa Blanca,
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.

-Yes.
-Buh, buh, buh.

You miss him, don't you?

Do you think
Fred was a good sheriff?

He wasn't you.

Fred was good
at staying sheriff.

He knew how to play the game,
you know?

He always had 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 guerrilla grow.

And Fred would say, "We got
more crooks than we can arrest.

Not much sense
looking for more."

-(radio chirps)
-Sheriff Fox,

this is Peña,
requesting backup...

PUNCH: Give me that.
Mickey, it's Punch.

Get your butt
down to 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

gates open
in less than 24 hours.

You got to let him go.

Well, seems pretty
straightforward.

Mr. Wainwright-- that's you?--

got angry when Mr. Monroe,

a security guard, asked him,

per Cal Fire safety guidelines,

to move the guardrail on the
effigy back another ten 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 memes.

This 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.
-MICKEY: Look,

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

Like Punch said,
it was a misunderstanding.

(Mickey sighs)

Get up.

I don't want
to see your face again.

Thanks, Mickey.
You made the right call.

Look, uh, what's this I hear
about a burrito

and a stolen cop car?

(tapping rhythmically)

Can you stop that, bro?

Stop.

What did you think
a stakeout was?

-Am I getting fired?
-That's up to Mickey.

-But she listens to you.
-(scoffs)

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.

It's still funny, dude.

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 decides the safest place
to stow his service weapon

is in the oven.

One day, he's at the dentist,

and there's, like,
only one magazine in the lobby.

Martha Stewart Living.

Magazine says

the only way to make
perfect bacon is in the oven.

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

When he gets there,
he preheats the oven.

-No.
-Yeah.

Gun starts going off.

(imitates rapid gunfire)

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 "burrito boy."

-Wow.
-Yeah.

What kind of dumbass
would put his gun...

No.

All right, all right.

I like bacon, bro.

-Clearly.
-Hey, hey, hey,

burrito boy, look.

That isn't Reyes.

HANK:
No, but it's Blanca.

And she's on half the texts.

I say we bust her
as an accomplice,

-get her to roll on Reyes.
-Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, man.

Or...

we could wait
and let it play out.

Yeah, let's do that.
That's better.

Yup, this is it.

The hunters walked up
through here.

Dogs were off-leash.

One of 'em came back
with a jawbone in its mouth.

Why were you willing
to get us shot back there

to find a bunch
of decades-old bones?

I think whoever
killed Jessica Winters

took my sister Zoey.

Oh.

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

The things Grover and I find

can be...

I never miss
a Blood Moon Festival.

And I always write
the same wish.

To see Zoey'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
Zoey's probably here, too.

But that's why I have to do it.

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

Let's get started.

Hey, hey.

There he is.

Now we go.

(lively music sung
in Spanish playing)

HANK:
Where's my car?!

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

I just need an hour, man.
Please.

Why, so you can
do another drug deal?

-Drug deal?
-Papi.

-You came.
-Are you kidding?

I'd never miss your quinceañera,
Noelita.

It's under a tarp
on Oak Ridge Road.

Papi, why are the police here?

* Esperanza perdida *

* Que con tu amor
y por tus besos... *

Hello, ma'am.

Sorry... we didn't call ahead.

Mr. Reyes has been helping us

-with a missing vehicle case.
-Mm-hmm.

* La mujer de mi vida *

* Perdida, eres una mentira *

One hour.

-Thank you.
-* Que con tu amor
y por tus besos *

* Perdí mi vida... *

I figured
we can let it play out?

-Oh.
-Oh.

Yeah, sometimes
cake is just cake.

Muchas gracias.

You would know... Martha.

Gracias.

(groans softly)

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's
not in the ground?

Hold this.

Okay.

(grunts softly)

Do you see something down there?

CASSIDY:
Hmm.

It's a bracelet.

-ERICA: "JW."
-Jessica Winters.

We found her.

(grunts)

There's something else
down there.

(indistinct chatter in distance)

You were right.

We have two sets
of female remains.

Based on the decomp, I'd say

they've been out here
more than a decade.

Jessica Winters
disappeared in '08.

Looks like an animal got
into the burlap sack containing

-the remains.
-MICKEY: Which explains how

a hunting dog
got ahold of her jawbone.

ERICA:
Bodies were burned,
likely to remove

skin and bone tissue.

Yeah, so he could create those.

ERICA:
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 the system,
tomorrow.

Strike that, it is tomorrow.

Later today, then.

Hey.
It's been a long day.

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

I'm not going anywhere.

ERICA:
What is this?

MICKEY:
"Make a wish."

Burlap sacks,

the Eye of Judgment.

This is his 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.

MICKEY:
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.
-That's... That was...

-Reyes.
-for you.

You fix it?

Yes.
The cruiser's been recovered.

Reyes is now in custody.

What about our impulsive
young deputy?

Huh.
You forgot "undisciplined,"

"insubordinate" and "annoying."

Ugh.
Believe it or not,

he had some good ideas.

I hate to admit it, but
he kind of reminds me of a...

A young Nathan Boone.
Oh, yeah. I read the file.

The supervising deputies
in my first unit would throw me

into the deep end
just 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 Reyes

and recovered the car.

Can they?

(indistinct conversation)

Our Jane Doe's name
is Maggie Shipley.

She was on your list.

Yes.
She disappeared in 2010.

She was 19.

I hugged Wren 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.

PUNCH:
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 at him--

sole and exclusive authority
to cancel the festival.

Now, if you want
to have me removed,

you can petition
the festival committee.

You mean your golfing buddies?

Otherwise, I want those gates

open so people could come in
and start tailgating.

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 eye.
That third eye.

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

Uh-huh.

And, uh,
those bones were how old?

I told you.
Jessica Winters died in 2008.

And you found her in Deadwater.
Come on, Mickey.

You can't put a shovel
in the ground up there

without hitting something dead.

That's why
they call it Deadwater.

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 of you.

And I know Deputy Campbell
is special to you,

but you got to
ask yourself right now--

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

MICKEY:
I don't need to think about it.

One hundred percent.

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

Open the gates.

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 stop him.

Tonight is about
a show of force.

Deputy Campbell.

Our killer is targeting women,
18 to 26,

with dark hair, eyes,
and complexions.

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 male.

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

against 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 male and female deputies
in civilian clothes.

I want Moran, Jaffin,
Rodriguez...

...Iglesias.

(mouthing)

MICKEY:
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.

(indistinct chatter)

Yeah, thanks for coming.
Cassidy.

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.

MICKEY:
Social services?

Maggie Shipley
was in the system.

I want to take a look
at her file.

Maybe there's something
that helps us.

I'll be right behind you.

-*
-(indistinct chatter)

-(radio chirps)
-BOONE: Buy you a cotton candy?

Make it a churro,
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.

And I got to say,
it's kind of fun.

I'm done playing ball, Punch.
I don't work for you.

I don't work for the Rotary.
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?

No.

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."?

Oh, art rehabilitation
treatment.

It's a program the county runs
for disadvantaged kids.

I gather it was Maggie's
only positive outlet.

Status updates.
Call them out.

HANK:
Hank. I'm in the beer garden.

No suspicious activity
aside from the price gouging.

Twelve bucks for a light beer?

Boone. I'm at the midway.
Eyes on two women

who fit our victim profile.

All clear.

Peña. Front gate.
All quiet here.

(phone rings)

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 art 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.

CASSIDY:
I'm five minutes out.

We need eyes on Van Wainwright.

Texting you a photo.
Find him.

-(cheering, applause)
-EMCEE: Okay, Edgewater,

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

but you all know him as...

-ALL: Punch!
-Yeah!

PUNCH:
Thank you. Thank you.

Are we ready
to light this candle?

-(cheering)
-I can't hear you.

-(louder cheering)
-Do we have drones in the air?

-Has everyone made their wishes?
-(cheering)

Then may the Blood Moon Goddess

make your wishes come true.

CASSIDY:
Just landed. Heading your way.

There's still no sign of him.

Punch.
Where's Van 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 time.

(indistinct conversation)

I have eyes. Wainwright's
heading to the corn maze.

-Got a woman with him.
-Cassidy, hold for backup.

I'm going in.

MICKEY:
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 with you.
-You heard my order.

No one in, no one out.

Sheriff's business.

HANK:
Drone in the air.

I see you, Cassidy.

-I'm your eyes in the sky.
-Copy that.

Call it out when you see 'em.

I got something.

Me too.

Whoa! Whoa.

HANK:
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.

LEILA:
No. I said stop.

Sheriff's department!
Don't move!

Are you okay?

HANK:
I see him.

I got him.

Where you going?

(grunting)

(grunting)

This is ridiculous.

Do...
No, I didn't do anything wrong.

It was consensual.

CASSIDY:
Jessica Winters,

2008.
Maggie Shipley,

2010.

Zoey Campbell, 2012.

You notice any familiar faces,
Mr. Wainwright?

I want to talk to my lawyer.

MICKEY:
We've got some dots
to connect, but

given his priors
and his connections

to the 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 Zoeys.

You out of here?

No.

Boone promised to smooth things
over with Mickey,

on one condition.

That I check on Reyes
in his cell

every hour on the hour
till he's transferred.

Burrito boy is dead.

Long live drone daddy.

(snorts)
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 11:00 o'clock news.

Good night, burrito boy.

Sheriff, you have no case.

We caught your client
assaulting

his very young,
very drunk assistant.

It's a "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 will be difficult,
Sheriff Fox.

You see, Mr. Wainwright was out
of town for the 2010 festival

when, I believe, you told him
Maggie Shipley 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...

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 a hundred 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 Jane Yarrow.

He's not your killer, Sheriff.

-It's Laurie. Leave a message.
-(beep)

Hey, Mom.

It's me.

I know it's late,

but I need
to tell you something.

I'll come by the house
at 8:00 for breakfast,

just like we used to.

I love you.

(Taser crackling)

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