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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.