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You're late.

I guess
I was a little busy.

Why didn't you already kill him?

Not yet.

I didn't tell him
anything, I swear.

It was Mark, it's Mark!

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Mark's fine.

Do you wanna tell us anything

instead of whining
like a little bitch?

I can't hear you. What?

I had more questions.

And three, do you see the tarp?

I'm trying
to keep it neat in here.

Jay, stay with him.
Baldez, let's go.

Great.
Fun times. More messes.

Let's take him to the park.

You fucked up, Mark.

You fucked up.

I'd say,
it's the sweetest way to go.

Like falling asleep.

Only this time...

you don't wake up.

No!

Like rollin' in honey.

What's taking so long?

It ain't so bad.

Ah, shit! He's still alive!

Shit. Put him down.

It'll look like
he OD'd and fell in.

Fuck, this is taking
too fucking long.

I'm hungry.

What?

Start the car.

-Dad!
-Jack!

Where were you?

Where were you, Dad?

Dad?

-Dad?
-I let you down.

Dad?

Kind of late for you, isn't it?

Yeah, couldn't sleep.

Thought I'd drop by
and grab a beer.

You're working long hours.

Yeah, well,
Mark's out sick again.

Can I have a shot?

It's one of those
kind of nights?

-Uh-hmm.
-Okay.

- Where can we sit, Lina?
- We're closed.

It's not what the sign says.

If you're looking for Mark,
he's not here.

I'm not looking for Mark.

I just want three burgers.

Fine.
But then you have to leave.

What are you looking at?

Are you deaf, old man?

I'd pick the next words

out of your mouth
very carefully.

And why would I do that?

Because I said so, asshole.

- I'm the sheriff.
- What are you gonna do?

You gonna take me
down to the station?

You can barely stand.

My turn.

I think it's time to go.

So are we getting
those burgers to go, or...

Get out.

Come on, boys.

I'll see you around, Sheriff.

-You okay, Nick? Good.
-Yeah, I'm good.

I thought
that thing was an antique.

It works?

No.

Oh, God, Lina.

You know those guys?

Kind of.
They're from Amber City.

Friends of Mark's.

The one
with the tattoos is Tulip.

He's dangerous.

Thanks, Lina.

This is Sheriff Light.

Hey, Sheriff.
We got a body down by the lake.

-You better get down here.
-Yeah. I'll be right over.

Make sure you tape this off.

This is an active
crime scene now.

And check to see if there's
any more witnesses for me, okay?

-Morning.
-Mornin'.

Got you a coffee.

-It's lavender.
-Thanks.

I think you'll like it.

It's good, isn't it?

Think I'll stick
to the regular stuff.

Thanks.

Beth tells me you had

an interesting night last night.

I guess I did.

Hey, Sheriff, why don't you let
me and the coroner handle this?

He--he's already on the way up.

Come on.
Let's go see what we got here.

Well, age before beauty.

Body doesn't look too bloated,

so I'm thinking
it's been here less than

six, eight hours?

Damn.

I believe that's Martin's kid.

Yeah, that's Mark all right.

Those look recent.

Yeah, they sure do.
Think it was a suicide?

I mean, Mark wasn't really
the most stable guy.

Yeah. Possibly.

You know,

I think something
happened at that dock.

And then he floated over here.

Uh-hmm.

Let's go take a look.

Well, I guess
you were onto something.

Got some tire tracks over here.

Multiple footprints over here.

I mean, I don't--I don't know.

Maybe they had
a party on the dock

and things just got
a little out of hand,

and he fell into the lake?

Now, what's the stick for?

Take a look.

How'd your old ass see that?

I'm not blind, Shaw.

I guess
I'll bag it into evidence.

Better go tell Martin.

Hey. Hi.

Wow.

You look nice.

Loving the denim.

Okay. What do you have for me?

I hope
it has substance this time.

Well, don't be too picky,
miss bossy pants.

Let's not forget
the whole Zetro/Geotech fiasco.

I stand by my story.

Oh. Well, let's go over
that story, shall we?

Let's see. You, um--
you pissed off a city bigwig

by suggesting
that his favorite charity

is a front for drug trafficking.

And, uh, though compelling,
your proof was inadequate.

Oh. And it led to me
almost being sued.

So, you were wrong.

Okay.
Cut me some slack, George.

He got off on a technicality.

Uh, it doesn't matter.

Here, you know this guy?

- No.
- Oh, God.

-No, no, no. Please.
-Here we go again.

Oh. Just--.

There's a history between us.

Well, I mean, do you want
the assignment or not?

Because this is all I have
for you, so take it or leave it.

-Fine.
-Fine?

-Good. You happy?
-No.

-Thank you, George.
-That's fine.

That makes me happy,
if you're not happy.

Bye-bye.

Hey, Martin.

Sheriff Light.

Are you home?

We need to talk.

Come around! I'm in the pool!

-Hey, Nick.
-Hey, Martin.

- Good to see you, man.
- Yeah, you too.

-It's been a while.
-Yeah, it's been too long.

You remember the boys,
jumping in and out?

-Oh, how could I forget? Yeah.
-Good times, huh?

Uh, what brought you over?
Everything all right?

You mind if we sit down?

Yeah, sure.
Let's have a cold one first.

-You want one?
-Uh, it's a little early.

Uh, I'm sure
it's five o'clock somewhere.

Come on, have a seat.

Cheers.

So, talk to me.

It's your son, Martin.

If he's in jail again,
let him stay there.

He is not in jail, Martin.

We found his body out
at the lake this morning.

What happened?

Possible overdose

but there were also
signs of foul play.

You're saying he was murdered?

No, Martin.
I didn't say that.

Oh, my poor boy.

He just couldn't beat
his demons.

I know how difficult this is,

but I need your help.

Can you tell me
who he was running with?

The names or where they live?

I can't.

His friends
weren't that cordial.

I need your help, Martin.

It's your son.

Uh, I'm trying,
but, uh, I can't think straight.

It feels like my heart
has been ripped out.

Yeah. I understand, man.

No more questions.

We'll talk later.

-Well, I'll be damned.
-Hey, Dad.

I haven't heard from you in--
I can't remember when.

- How are you?
- Still breathing.

Now, I know you're not one

for small talk, so what's up?

I'm coming to Riverwood,

and I was wondering if I could
stay with you tonight.

I thought
you didn't like it here.

I never said that.

You'd sure fool me.

Okay. I thought I'd ask.
Sorry to bother you.

I didn't say no, did I?

Okay. So yes?

If I'm not home,
you know where the key is.

Okay. Bye.

Hey, Charlie, you go in and pay.

I'll gas up here.

Beautiful day, don't you think?

Yup. I'd say so.

Nice watch.

Oh.
Yes, it is indeed.

Yeah.

And I'm sure you would agree

that every newly elected mayor

needs a good watch.

What with all
those meetings and whatnot.

That's if you're elected, Bobby.

First of all, it's when, not if.

And, uh, despite the fact

that I'll be spending
a lot of time in the city,

that doesn't mean
I'll forget my old Riverwood.

This is my hometown.

My heart is here.

You don't have to sling
that bullshit at me.

You see
any photographers around?

Nope.

Have a good day, Bobby.

You too, Sheriff. You too.

Hmm.

-Hey.
-This is a surprise.

- Yeah.
- You know,

I don't think I've ever seen you
and the sun at the same time.

You got a minute?

Sure.

When did you last see Mark?

Couple nights ago.

Why? Is he all right?

No, he's not, Lina.
He's deceased.

We found his body
out at the lake.

Okay. Uh...

what happened?

That's what I'm trying
to figure out.

What can you tell me
about the guy with the tattoos?

- Tulip?
- You said you knew him.

Lina, you told me
he was dangerous.

So if you have something,
I'd like to know what it is.

Um...

he was Mark's dealer.

Um, there was one night,

um, Mark, Jack,
and I went to his house

to buy some weed.

-And, um...
-My son was there?

Mark had us wait in the car
while he went inside.

He was taking forever,
so Jack went in after him and...

something must have gone wrong

'cause the two of them
come flying out,

followed by Tulip
with a knife in his hand.

-Anyone get hurt?
-When they got in the car,

I saw Mark had blood on his arm.

What did my son say?

None of us
really talked about it.

And Mark made us swear
to keep it to ourselves, so...

I gotta open shop, Nick.

Thank you, Lina.

Of course.

Lina,

it's okay.

I'm sorry
I didn't tell you sooner.

Thanks.

Coming by
the ranch anytime soon?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

-Yeah? Uh-hmm.
-I mean, to check the cows.

The damn cows,
sometimes they act

like they got shit for brains.

Where'd they get it?

Evening, Sheriff.

Evening, Jasper.

- Evening.
- Hey.

Well, stomach contents

showed signs
of severe dehydration,

a symptom
frequently caused by, um...

fentanyl overdose.

Fentanyl kept
his protective reflexes

from shutting his glottis.

His lungs
were filled to capacity.

So he was alive
when he hit the water?

Yes. But in my opinion,

with the amount
of fentanyl in his system,

he would've died either way.

Son.

Dad!

Where were you?

Sheriff, you all right?

I'm fine, Shaw.

That tattoo looks familiar.

Yeah. Maybe it's a--

I don't know, a local gang?

What about forensics?

Anything on those footprints?

Uh, no, not yet.

I mean, any footprints
we recovered had soft edges,

so they probably
had their shoes covered.

Found this on the body, though.

That's the switch lock key.

You think it's from
the abandoned train yard

-out by the lake?
-Yeah, probably.

You know, I'm thinking
one of the guys from the saloon

might have had something
to do with this.

Maybe.
But you can't arrest somebody

just for being an asshole.

I wonder who threw
the first punch that night.

I gotta run some errands
before my daughter arrives.

So why don't you stay here
and keep Beth company? Hmm?

- Be good. Uh-hmm.
- Night, Sheriff.

-Hey. Need some help?
-Yeah.

- Smells good.
- Yeah.

-I'm cooking your favorite.
-Matambre?

No.

Sorry, that was last night.

Oh.

How was, uh, Sofia?

You know,
you can always call Mom, right?

It's not like
you would understand

anything she's saying.

I know you weren't born here,

but I understood that.

-Where can I put my things?
-In your old room?

I put clean sheets on your bed.

This place
hasn't changed at all.

No, not much.

Sure is nice
having you here again, Jessie.

Sorry for the short notice.
Um, I got a work gig.

Well...

I didn't think
you were here to see me.

Anything interesting?

You don't wanna know.

I can guess.

Bobby J's campaign.

I have bills to pay, Dad.

I could help.

I'm still your father.

I can take care of myself.

I know that.

I see you haven't changed.

You know what?

I'm not that hungry anymore.

Going to bed.

Hey...

Hmm?

Does this look
like a hotel to you?

You like what?
Three sugars, right?

All right.

It's open.

Good morning.

I read about Mark.

Is that the case you're working?

Yeah.

It's why I was hesitant
on you coming here, Jessie,

but I know how important
your work is to you.

So how's
the investigation going?

Oh...

are you asking me
as my daughter?

Hmm? Or a reporter?

Maybe a bit of both.

Not a lot I can tell you.
It's too early.

Jack thought this made him
look like a movie star.

You kinda do.

Thankfully I'm a better reporter
than a photographer.

I always thought
you were pretty good, Jessie.

I did.

I swear.

Dad...

all this stuff. What is this?

It's like you're stuck
in the past or something.

It's all I have
to remember him by, Jessie.

You gotta move on, Dad.

Or you won't have time left
for the present.

Well, maybe that works
for you, but not for me.

-I can't run.
-I didn't run.

I chose to leave.

Well, it's the same difference.

I gotta go to work.

Jessie.

Hey, what's up Shaw?

Hey, Boss. I'm at Enzo's.

Uh, I think
I got a lead on that tattoo.

You want me to wait for you?

Uh, go ahead.

I'm heading out to the lake.

I think I might
take another look around.

Okay.

Enzo.

Okay. I'm coming.

I know that he's here.

Well, what can I do for you?

Unless you're only here
for the entertainment?

No, I'm here to ask a few
questions about Mark Morrison.

I read about him in the papers.

You know, you might think
it's a coincidence,

but Mark actually had a tattoo
that strongly resembles

that mural
you got hangin' up there.

Well, that thing was in the back
when I took over this joint.

I thought it looked really cool

so I hung it up.

Maybe Mark did too.

You know, that's
funny you say that

because I really don't remember
it being in the last place.

Oh, you mean the strip club?
Did you go there often, Deputy?

Oh, all the time when I had
to bust you for running drugs.

I figured
it'd make a nice focal point.

You know, I do
have to give it to you, Enzo.

It takes a lot of money
to buy a place like this.

I don't own this place.

I'm part of a rehab program.

They gave me a loan
to renovate it,

and I paid it back,
legally by the way.

Hmm.

So when's
the last time you saw Mark?

A few nights ago.

He stopped by for a drink.

-You talk to him at all?
-I talk with all my customers.

So you would say
you know him well, then?

Well enough.

Did he seem upset this night?

Just a little...

drunk when he left.

He leave alone?

I believe so.

Hmm.

These guys,

they're regulars?

Listen, Deputy,
I really would love

to continue chatting with you,

but we have to rehearse
for our show tonight.

Show. All right, Enzo.

I'm sure you could use
all the rehearsals you can get.

Ouch. Deputy.

- Yeah?
- Entrance only.

I knew that.

What are you looking for, Dad?

There's no fish out there.

I'm looking for you, Jack.

Oh, my God.

Well, looky here.

You know, George hinted to me

that you might actually
recover in this campaign,

but I didn't think
you'd make it.

-Hello, Bobby.
-Ah, come on in.

Thanks, Bobby.

Hey, I just made
some freshly-squeezed oranges.

-Let me get some.
-Oh, no.

How much they paying you

to come all the way out here?

Not enough, that's for sure.

Oh. Find anything interesting?

Not yet. Oh.

Cheers.

Hey, why don't we take
these out on the deck?

It's just too nice
a day out there today.

Do you hear about Martin's son?

What a god damn shame that is.

Is that because
of Martin's loss,

or the effect it might
have in your business?

You know, this must
be tough on your father,

looking at the similarities
of your brother's death.

I sure hope he can find
who did it this time around.

I'm not here
to talk about my dad.

Do you mind?

Why do you wanna be
mayor of Amber City

if you live in Riverwood?

Well...

I have homes in both places,

and I figured I accomplished
everything I could around here.

So why not bring
my expertise there?

And what expertise
would that be, Bobby?

Ingenuity, Jessie. Ingenuity.

If you check around,

you'll see
what I've accomplished here.

That might be true,

but also your ingenuity

has destroyed
several small businesses.

That's well-documented.

It seems like maybe
you're trying to bury

your past failures.

No, not at all.
Quite the contrary.

My whole campaign is set up

to improve on one's mistakes,

even my own.

And I'm going to prove
that your past mistakes

do not define your character.

Oh, come on, Jessie.

Cut me some slack, would you?

A number of these reporters
haven't even mentioned a thing

about how I compensated
each and every person.

'Cause everything
is about money, right?

Well, it doesn't hurt, does it?

I spent a hell of a lot of money

on programs for felons
and recovering addicts.

And I'd like to do
the same for Amber City.

-Thank you for your time.
-We--but--that--that's it?

You're done?

Yeah. I got what I wanted.

How's your mom?

Ugh, of course.
It's out of focus.

- ...to you.
- ...the candles.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Jack ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

A little bite.
A little bite.

Just a little one?
This is all mine.

What are you talking about?

Hey, Shaw.

Hey, Sheriff. Uh...

you got a minute?

What's up?

That guy, Enzo,
he's just a hard read.

And?

Well, that suspect
with the tattoos.

-Were they tulips?
-They were.

That guy was at Enzo's.

You know, I had this gut feeling

that there was something going
on between the two of them.

What about your lead on Mark?

Find anything?

Nope. Uh, but I do know why

his tattoo
looks so familiar to you.

Enzo's got a mural
hanging up just like it.

-What'd he say?
-Um, I don't know.

He fed me some story
about Bobby J's rehab program.

I honestly think
he's dealing again.

Yeah, I wouldn't doubt it.

Tell you what,

why don't you
go back this evening

and stake the place out?

All right, will do, Sheriff.

You're gonna tell her?

I don't know what to say.

You should.
She deserves to know.

You weren't home.

So I figured
you might be up here.

I miss him.

Yeah, me too.

When were you here last?

Uh, a few days ago.

I brought those flowers.

How was your interview?

Fine.

I had to swallow a lot
of my pride to go there.

- I'm sure you did.
- He kept babbling about

all the good deeds he's done.

Well, people can change, Jessie.

Can they, Dad?

He ripped you off.
Stole all your money.

Well...

I've let all that go.

What about Mom?

She could've said no.

Wow. That's it?

What do you want me
to do, Jessie?

Go kick his ass or something?

That happened
years ago and I lost.

So what are you trying to say?
That it's just--

you're a victim
of your circumstances?

What's that mean?

Mom, Jack, me.

You just shut us off, Dad.

You wouldn't let
anyone get close to you.

Oh, please, Jessie, stop it.

No, let me finish.
I have the right to know.

Why wasn't anyone ever
charged for Jack's murder?

What do you want me to say?

Anything.

Just make it make sense?

Really?
Are you kidding me?

Say something.

You know what? I'm done.

I'm done with this,
with everything.

It's been the same bullshit
over and over again.

I'm done with you.

Jessie, hold on.
Wait a minute, Jessie.

When I was working Jack's case,

I knew I was getting close.

And I believe whoever wrote
this letter knew it too.

"Sorry for your loss.
If you love your daughter

as all fathers do,
stop your search."

"Flowers are all the same
on a gravestone."

Why do you keep this from me?

You're all I have left, Jessie.

I didn't wanna lose you too.

I guess you failed at that too.

Jessie, come on.

Hey, Beth. I, uh...

I need you
to run a plate for me.

-You ready for the show?
-Aren't I always?

Yes, you are. Hey.

Something's wrong.

Come here.

What is it, Becky? Come on.

I just saw Tulip and his gang
in the back moving drugs.

Thought you were done with that.

We have enough money, Enzo.

My sister's
got that place in Reno.

We can just go.
We can just get out of here.

Hey. Okay, okay, okay.

Soon.

I promise.

We're almost there.

We're almost there. I promise.

Before that,

we are going to have

a great show.

Hmm.

Hmm.

All right. Later.

You look like you got
the world on both shoulders.

Yeah, life can be
difficult sometimes, Beth.

Any word from Shaw?

Well, he asked me
to pull a plate for him.

Now that's interesting.

You wanna include the class?

'Cause we can't read your mind.

Go see if Enzo's involved

in Bobby J's rehab program,
will you, please?

His name is right there.

Well...

I guess he wasn't lying.

We could've done this
over the phone, Sheriff.

You ought to be
with your daughter.

She doesn't visit that often.

It's none of my business,

but I think
you ought to get on home

and settle things
between you two.

Just be her father.

Here you go.

Get on out of here.

Hey, Beth, I got a 10-38
on Old Danvers Road.

Put your hands
on the steering wheel for me.

Both of your hands.

License and registration.

Hmm. Do you know why

I pulled you over tonight,
Mr. Farrington?

No, enlighten me.

You got a busted taillight.

Yeah, I should probably
get that fixed.

Yeah, you probably should.

You know, you also got
a lot bags in this van,

mind if I take a look around?

Yeah, I kind of fucking do.

Why don't you step out
of the vehicle for me?

Step out of the vehicle now.

Now! Come on.

Come on.

Turn around, face the car.

Hands behind your back.

Don't you have
some parking tickets

-to fucking write, Deputy?
-Yeah, I bet

you fucking wish I did.

She's gone.

I can see that.

What are you gonna do about it?

Maybe you'll lose again.

Stop.

What the hell, Sheriff?

You don't answer
your phone anymore?

What the hell?

What happened to you, Shaw?

I called you 15 times.

Look, you told me to go
find out something, and I did.

And it damn near got me killed.

I--look at my face.

I told you
to go stake the place out.

I didn't tell you to go
get your ass whooped.

Well, Enzo's been lying to us.

His friend Tulip
has the same dragon tattoo

and he's definitely
running drugs.

Yeah, we'll go
see Enzo tomorrow.

Fine.

You need to take it easy.

And keep your phone on, Sheriff.

-You hear what I said?
-Yeah, I heard you.

Drive carefully.

That was fast.

- Yeah, it's Harper.
- You bastard!

Oh, Rodney.
Oh, you saw that. Yeah.

- That was my story.
- Well, I beat you to it.

I mean, you should be
used to it by now.

You weren't supposed
to print my photograph.

Yeah.
Well, he looks bad in a tuxedo.

- That's the end of the story.
- You still owe me.

Rodney, I wish I had
more time to talk with you.

- George.
- Goodbye, Rodney. Bye.

- George!
- Fuck.

I'm assuming you read my draft
on the Bobby J article.

Yes.

And if I'd wanted
an opinion piece,

I would've asked you for it.

Okay. What can I say?

I don't like the guy.

Well, that's a moot point.

I need you to do your job.

That's what I pay you for.

Well, I went there, didn't I?

You don't have
to be so stubborn.

Just go and rewrite the piece.

I think it would be best
if someone else finished it.

Oh, no, no. No.

I'm not letting you
off the hook that easy.

Now you're gonna fix this
or I'm gonna have to let you go.

Oh, George, that's not fair.

You knew this was
a loaded gig for me.

Well, it's never been
a problem for you before.

Quit fighting the world.

I believe in you 1,000%.

You are the best journalist
we have around here.

Act like it.

Thanks, George.

Got you, Bobby.

God, this place is a dump.

Sheriff's Department!

Open up!

Hurry up, Enzo!

Okay.

I'm coming.

Give me a minute.

I'll be back, baby.

What do you want? I'm busy.

Mind if we come in?

Do you have a warrant?

We don't need one.
We got probable cause

that your business
is trafficking narcotics.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

All right.
Come on, stop lying, Enzo.

Look, I pulled
your little buddy Tulip over

after he left your club
the other day,

and his van was full of drugs.

You know, you could be charged
with conspiracy.

We can always take
this down to the station.

It's your call, Enzo.

Fine.

Come in.

What do you wanna know?

We have a warrant for Tulip

for attempted murder
on my deputy.

And he's also a suspect
in Mark's death.

Do you know where he is?

Wait, is that a duck?

No, it's a cat.

And she's hungry.

Excuse me.

Angelica, come to Papa.

Come, baby. Okay.

I know. I know, sweetie.

That's a duck.

Uh-hmm.

Those guys
are Mark's friends.

The other night,
Tulip came by, had a drink,

Mark was with him.

That's all I can tell you.

Then why did you lie
to my deputy?

Because I am branded, Sheriff.

Is that a gang insignia?

It's bigger than that.

It's a crime syndicate,

hiding in plain sight.

Wait.
How are you staying straight

if all your friends
are criminals, Enzo?

I told you, I'm clean, Deputy.

What about that mural?

It designates my club
as a drop zone.

If I didn't display it,
I'd be killed.

I swear I don't have anything
to do with it anymore.

Then who runs the operation?

I don't ask questions.
I'm not an idiot.

You could have fooled me.

I'm just fortunate Bobby J
invited me to his program.

Mark convinced his dad
to vouch for me.

Okay. So where are they
importing their drugs from then?

No idea,

but they have
numerous trap houses

where they process the stuff.

We found
a switch lock key on Mark.

Is the abandoned train yard
one of the locations?

Yes.

Okay, Enzo.

Well, I'm here
at the spot and you're not.

Are there more delays,
are you screwing up?

Uh, the sheriff and his deputy
are becoming a problem.

- Yeah, and?
- What do you wanna do about it?

Nothing.
I want you to get the product,

move it, so I can get out
of this shitbox town.

Consider it done.

What did he say?

Finish up here.

Leave 'em be for now.

Hey, Jessie.

I didn't expect
to see you again.

Sorry to just drop by,

but I want to apologize

for leaving so abruptly

-the other day.
-Uh, no worries.

I actually have
a couple more questions

for the story, if that's okay.

Yeah. Okay.

Come on in.

Have a seat.

I got to be honest with you,
Bobby.

I am having a difficult time
keeping my feelings out of this.

Uh, yeah,

sometimes you might have
a reason to feel that way.

But I know
there's things in my past

that I'm certainly not proud of,

but, you know,
I always felt like I did

at least the right thing.

I find that hard to believe.

If you have changed...

explain this.

What is this?

I don't know.

You tell me.

Are you insinuating
that I wrote this?

The writing looks
identical to me.

What a dumbass I feel like.

I thought
you put the past behind us.

Look here.

If you or your daddy

come up with any
more insane theories about me,

you can take them directly
to my attorney.

Understood?

Adios.

Hey, Jessie.

Hey, Dad. Uh, I'm back in town.

I don't like how we left things.

Yeah, me too.

If it's okay with you,

I would like to finish
that dinner you started.

I like that.

Okay.

Bye.

Their dedication and ovation

and contribution
in the local community

the small business nestled in
the heart of Riverwood, Texas--

Everything okay, boss?

I think
I'd like a little cognac.

Cognac.

Ah, thank you, Charlie.

Hey, Bobby. I saw that
I missed a few calls from you.

-What's up?
-Yeah, Martin, hello.

I just, uh, wanted to thank you
for the watch you gave me.

Very kind of you.

Well, I'm just really sorry
about not stopping by

and offer my condolences.

I think I've, uh,
just been swamped

by this whole campaign thing,
you know.

I understand, you're a busy man.

Yeah.
Well, that's no excuse really.

Um, so when are you planning
the funeral?

I'm not having one.

He'll be cremated,
same as Isabella.

Oh.

Oh, well.

Um, Martin, another thing,

and I don't mean
to sound rude or anything,

but could you, um,
send me all the books?

Why?

Anything wrong?

Well, nothing I think.

I just want--I just have
a few concerns.

Yeah, sure,
but I email you everything.

Oh, no, no.

You know me and that email crap.

Uh, can you just, um, send
the, uh, hard copies?

Oh, sure,
let me get the stuff for you.

But can you tell me why?

Well, I'm not exactly sure

but, um...

you see, Jessica

showed me this letter
that insinuated that...

I had something to do
with the death of her brother.

Well, that sounds absurd.

Oh, I thought so too, but...

then she gave me this photo

of an old statement of mine

that Isabella's stamp on it.

What are you implying?

I'm not implying anything.
I just wanna know

what's going on in my business,
that's all.

You sound paranoid, Bobby.

Don't forget Jessica
has a vendetta against you.

To me, it sounds like
she's trying to set you up.

Well, now you're starting
to sound paranoid, Martin,

but, uh, nonetheless,

can you just send
all that over to me?

Yeah, probably a smart move.

Okay.
I--I'll send one of the guys

over to your house
with the stuff, all right?

Thank you.
Uh, oh, can you come by

a little later this afternoon
because, uh, I got a few things

I got to run out and do?

All right.

Thank you.

Hey, what's up?

Listen, I need you
to run a few errands for me.

All right, consider it done.

So how you wanna do this?

You check that building.

I'll get the train cars.

-Copy that.
-Be careful.

You too, Sheriff.

Step away from the table.

Come on, step away
from the table.

Come on, step away.

Now, turn around.

It's only a business.

Shaw.

Shaw, do you copy?

Suspect in train car.

Shaw!

Don't do it, son.

Don't do it.

Ah, God. Shit!

I warned you, son.

Fuck! You fucking shot me!

I'm over it, man.

Are you all right, Deputy?

-Still breathing.
-Come on, buddy, come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Charlie?

Can you get me
my sports coat, please?

Yes, boss.

Thank you.

Okay. Ready to roll?

Hey.

- Who are you?
- I'm Tulip.

Get in the fucking van.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Are you gonna shoot me
in broad daylight here?

Jesus Christ!

-You're crazy!
-Yeah.

-Now, get in the fucking van.
-What do you want? Money?

You're a smart guy.

I think you'll figure it out.

Come on.

Does this have anything to do
with that Martin?

Ding, ding, ding, Bobby.

I'm not gonna kill you.
Jessica is.

Don't you remember writing
that threatening letter

to the sheriff?

Let me tell you somethin'.

Martin will discard you

like a piece of dog shit
he stepped in

and scraped off
the bottom of his shoe.

-You'll see.
-Yeah. Fuck you.

Hey. How does it go
with Tulip's guys?

Hey.

Uh, they want a lawyer.

Hmm.

Anything on the van?

Not yet, but I pulled a favor
from a contact in Amber City.

Uh, your suspect, Tulip,
AKA James Farrington

was arrested for assault
and trafficking.

But get this,
he was never convicted.

- Someone's pulling the strings.
- Uh-hmm.

And he's linked
to the black market,

running drugs
from Peru and Columbia.

So, where does Mark fit
into this whole thing?

Like, he was two-bit
compared to Tulip.

He's been talking
with the Feds, Sheriff.

-Good work, Beth.
-I'll keep working on the van.

Hi!

Honey, I'm home.

Come on. It smells good in here.

What are you cooking?

You wanna play like that?

You're making this hard
for yourself, Jessica.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Fuck!

Not very fucking nice, was it?

Fuck!

You know, they told me
not to kill you,

but I think I fucking will.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Yeah?

Now, we got a problem.

What happened?

Did you get Bobby J
and the girl?

No. I got Bobby J,
but that bitch got away.

Meet me at the spot.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

You understood?

Yeah, I fucking heard you.

-Dad.
-Jessie.

Are you okay?

Is everything all right?

I got attacked.

-Are you hurt?
-I'm fine.

Well, come on.
Let's check you out.

Well, you look like shit.

Where the fuck's Martin?

Martin sent me.

You know,
if Isabella was still alive,

none of this shit
would've happened.

No. This is all on you.
This is your mess.

You never should've killed Mark.
It wasn't a part of the plan.

Mark was a fucking snitch,
all right?

I did what I fucking had to do.
Are you gonna fucking help me?

-You know, Tulip.
-What?

I never really liked you.

Fuck you.

Is it done?

Yeah, it's done.

Listen, Bobby J has got a watch
and Tulip's got a lighter.

Bring them.

Meet me at the house.

All right.

Well, this is a mess, Martin.

I know.

Did you bring what I asked for?

Yeah.

Look, you know I respect you

and I know it's been difficult

since Isabella's passing,

but you've let this
get out of control.

The respect is mutual, Weston.

But no, I didn't lose control.

Tulip did.

And he works
on your side of things.

So, I could call
Isabella's father

and tell him about it.

You don't wanna do that.

Isabella's gone. Mark is gone.

And your protection
is gone with them.

Look, I'm sorry about Mark.
And you're right.

Tulip was my mess

and it was my pleasure
to clean it.

But reminder,
I do not work for you.

Do me a favor.

Just get it under control.

Neither one of us
want me coming back here.

Hey.

This should help.

Thanks.

I thought we were leaving
the past in the past.

I guess it's easier
said than done.

Is this your guy?

Yeah.

Can you tell me what happened?

I mean, did he say anything
or do anything that stood out?

It was all so fast.

I remember stabbing him
in the hand

and hitting him
in the head with a pot.

Running to my car.

I don't know. Maybe,
something to do with this.

Look.

Jessie,
why didn't you come to me?

Do you really have to ask?

I was convinced
Bobby J's handwriting

was going to match,
but I was wrong.

Jessie, I know what you want,

but I have to focus
on Mark's case first.

Dad, what if both murderers
are connected?

Well, they both knew Tulip.

Enzo, Mark, and Tulip
both had that same tattoo

but Jack didn't.

Do you think Jack saw something
he wasn't supposed to see?

Yeah. Obviously, he did
and it got him killed.

I believe Mark knew
who was responsible

for Jack's death.

And that's why he went
to the feds.

What are you searching?

I wanna see who owns
the train yard.

You ever hear of Zetro/Geotech?

Yeah, they're a geological
exploration company.

How the hell did you know that?

Long story short,
I was investigating

shell companies
and they're one of 'em.

-What else you know?
-They're based out of Columbia.

But when I started
digging deeper,

their attorneys shut me down.

You know...

I think I'm gonna run
by Martin's.

You might be in danger, Dad.

Yeah.

You okay here?

Yeah.

Be careful.

Yeah.

Hey, Martin!

Hey, Sheriff.

I just stopped by
to check on you.

Yeah, I had a guest.

He probably left the door open.

Yeah, come on in.

How about that beer now?

I think I will.

Good man.

You seen this guy?

Yeah. He's been
an acquaintance of Mark's,

but I haven't seen him
in a while.

Like I said,
they weren't that friendly.

He's the main suspect
in your son's murder.

Are you aware your son
was turning state's evidence?

Well, Mark mentioned something,
but to be honest,

Mark and I haven't
been that close

since Isabella passed.

You voting for Bobby J?

I haven't decided yet.

-You?
-Sure, absolutely.

That certain, huh?

I know you've had
your differences

but he'll make
one hell of a mayor.

You seen him lately?

Oh, no, he's been
too busy campaigning.

To the best part of my life.

She is beautiful, isn't she?

Yeah. I'd say so.

Did I ever tell you
how the two of us met?

No. I don't think you did.

Well, after college,
I felt I deserved

a little holiday,
so I spun the globe.

Guess where it landed, Columbia.

When I arrived there
I rented an old clunker.

That was all I could afford.

Anyway, one day
while I was driving

through the countryside,
this shiny red Camaro

blew past me
and ran me off the road.

I yelled and shook my fist.

And to my surprise,
the car stopped and backed up.

You know me, I'm not a fighter,

but I was ready
to defend myself.

And she stepped out,

took my breath away.

That special, huh?

Down in Columbia.

Did you kill my boy?

Does it matter now?

Did you?

Like all fathers...

What are you
staring at, Dad?

Jessica.

She's safe now.

Morning, Beth.

Just because you're sheriff now,

doesn't mean you can be late.

Wait, but, she's not even...

All right. You're right.

I'm sorry.

Hey, sweetie.

How you doing?

-Looks good.
-Thank you.

And congratulations
on your article.

Thank you.

Oh, uh...

your dad would have wanted you
to have this.