All language subtitles for Deputy.S01E01.720p.WEB.h264-TRUMP-eng

Sergeant Hollister's
storied history

with this department
is well‐known to this board.

Equally well‐known
is his history
of recalcitrance,

insubordination,
and disregard for
the chain of command.

Sergeant Hollister,
let me make this clear for you.

Did you or did you not warn
residents of this community

about our joint
operation with ICE?

I might've mentioned it.

Bill, you jeopardized 30 million
in federal grants.

Who the hell do you think
you are, Sergeant Hollister?

I'm a lawman.

Never took a dime.

Never put my hands
on somebody unless I had to.

Never pulled the trigger
when there was another way.

You wanna hunt gangsters,
human traffickers?

Well, I'm your huckleberry.

But you're asking me to drag
families from their homes

so you can eat
from the federal trough.

When did you lose
your way, Jerry?

At least I know
what century it is.

Well, I swore
the same oath he did.

I didn't swear it to you.

I swore it to them.

And I don't give
a pinch of dry turd

how those folks got here.

We're all immigrants.

I gave my word
I'd protect them.

Even if it's protecting them
from you.

Here's the deal.

You can tell Sheriff Bradford
if he wants my star,

he knows where to find me.

I come from
a long line of lawmen.

My great, great,
great granddad

was one of the first
Los Angeles Sheriff's
deputies

killed in the line of duty.

He was shot by bandits
right off Sunset,

just a cattle trail then.

They say it was
a hell of a gunfight.

But there's no plaque,

nothing to mark
the spot where he died.

Just one of those
hot yoga places now.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

DISPATCHER (over radio):
In pursuit of 211 suspects.

Shots fired.

(sirens wailing)

(horn blaring)

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

DISPATCHER (over radio):
20 SAM suspect is southbound

through the alley
west of Delarosa.

MED 833.
Henry Sam in pursuit.

Westbound in the alley.

Heading towards
Patricia and Third.

DISPATCHER (over radio):
Confirm. You said
"Mounted Detail"?

Yee‐haw.

Come on, baby, let's go.

(sirens wailing)

("Go Faster"
by The Black Crowes playing)

♪ I said what kind of trouble
did I get into, said ♪

♪ Gotcha movin',
gotcha movin' ♪

♪ I'm not staying long ♪

♪ I'm just passing
through, babe ♪

♪ Keep you rollin',
keep you rollin'... ♪

Shoot those pigs.

♪ I know the chemical ♪

♪ T hat you like too ♪

♪ Gotcha movin',
gotcha movin' ♪

♪ Said that if you
ask me nice ♪

♪ I'm gonna take you
to school ♪

♪ I say ♪

♪ Keep you rollin',
keep you rollin'... ♪

Punch it. Let's go!
Come on, we gotta lose 'em.

♪ I don't think
it's diseased ♪

♪ But it sure is sore ♪

♪ You can't stop
Or I will pass you ♪

♪ If you slow down
I will outlast you ♪

♪ But when you're down ♪

♪ You won't find me laughing ♪

♪ And just one question
I might ask ya ♪

♪ Can you make
this thing go faster? ♪

♪ I'm comin' to ya ♪

(grunting)

♪ Can you make
this thing go faster? ♪

♪ I said, can you
make this thing... ♪

What's that crazy fool doing?

(brakes squeal)

♪ Make it go ♪

(glass breaking)

♪

Hey, Hollister.

‐(groans)
‐Oscar!

(gunfire)

Hey! You want some?

Get down on the ground!

What do you got, huh?

Bill, what did you do?

Majors running point on this?

Looks pretty major to me.

Well, I'm no detective,

but Pelon and the artist
formerly known as Cisco there,

both from L. O. N.

Los Osos Negros.

Driver seems like
he was Upperlake mafia.

Last guy's in the wind.
But I know him.

Oscar Villalobos.

They call him Demon.
He's with the Cutdowns.

You ever heard
of three rival gangs
working together?

Maybe it's the score.

Enough cheese,
they set aside
their differences.

Cabriamex?
Bank in Mexico.

Pelon had this on him.

Some kinda cipher.

Whatever it is,
he didn't want us havin' it.

Yo, everybody, move back.

(sirens chirp)

(doors open and close)

Sergeant Hollister,
Julius Fabian, County Attorney.

BILL:
How you doin', Julius?

I'm not sayin' another word
without my union rep present.

You don't get to ambush me

after a deputy‐involved
shooting.

That's not why we're here.

Oh, you just happened to be
in the neighborhood?

No, we're here
because of Sheriff Bradford.

If Sheriff Bradford thinks
his monkeys can intimidate me

into retiring...

Sheriff Bradford suffered
a serious heart attack

earlier this afternoon.

He was pronounced dead
at 1535 hours.

‐What?
‐JULIUS: And as it happens,

County Charter
states that in the event

that a duly elected sheriff
dies in office,

then the longest serving member
of his mounted posse

shall serve as acting sheriff

until a new sheriff
can be elected.

You gotta be kiddin' me.

Bill, I wish we were.

Raise your right hand.

Repeat after me.

I... State your name.

I, William Hollister...

Do solemnly swear
to uphold the constitution

of the United States.

...do solemnly swear
to uphold the constitution

of the United States...

JUDGE MAYBERRY:
And the constitution
of the State of California.

...and the constitution
of the State of California.

‐So help me God.
‐So help me God.

‐So that's it?
‐COMMANDER CLARKE:
That's it.

You're the new sheriff
of Los Angeles County.

You're fired.

(clicks tongue)

Sheriff Hollister.

BILL: Adios.

(theme music playing)

BILL:
Sheriff's an elected official.

Millions of people
vote him in, honey.

I'm no politician.

PAULA:
Don't I know it.

Lift your chin a little.

BILL: I'm wearing
these things, why?

Because of some obscure rule
that nobody remembers

on a 150‐year‐old
piece of paper.

Probably says to pay me
in tallow or pigs or something.

Oh, no.

How are you ever
gonna keep me in
this lavish lifestyle

to which I'm accustomed to, hmm?

You know what it's like,
that Brady Bunch episode,
remember?

Where they make
Greg the rock star,

'cause he fits the suit?

Well, I'm Johnny Bravo.

That didn't end well.

PAULA:
If you ask me, I think
whoever wrote that rule

knew exactly
what they were doing.

You don't hand the job over
to a judge or a lawyer.

Send a lawman.

Someone who's actually
done the work.

BILL:
I wonder what Rick
would think of Joseph

following in his footsteps.

(pop song
playing over phone)

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

You're not going
to school dressed like that.

‐Like what?
‐BILL: Like a feral Kardashian.

Like you just escaped
some post‐apocalyptic
truck stop harem.

Stop talking to me
like I'm a suspect.

Those aren't
Daisy Dukes, Maggie.

Those aren't even
Miley Cyruses.

They lack
the requisite surface area.

It's a sash with
delusions of grandeur.

PAULA: Babe?

She looks cute.

You remember how
we talked about
picking your battles?

Yeah, and I'm picking this one.

What are you gonna do,
arrest her?

I'm thinkin' about it.

MAGGIE:
Russian mafia's out front.

Can I help you with something?

I'm your driver.

Deputy Bishop.

Bill Hollister.

You sure you're old enough
to drive, Deputy Bishop?

Dad jokes.

I drive myself, thanks.

Not an option, I'm afraid.

I'm also your
personal security detail.

(scoffs)

This is gonna be good.

What are you, a buck‐oh‐five
after a big breakfast?

All due respect, Deputy.

I don't need a bodyguard.

I come with the stars,
Sheriff.

All right, give me the keys.

You're not driving.
It's not a date.

I like her.

(engine starts)

BISHOP: Welcome to
the tenth floor, Sheriff.

WOMAN:
Can I just get your signature?

The scowlers you can trust,

the smilers
you gotta worry about.

Thank you, sir.

BISHOP:
Just 'cause a dog
can shake hands

doesn't mean he won't bite.

I thought we were all
on the same team.

Oh, boy.

We're not?

Well, you got no idea
what you're walking into here.

Tenth floor's like
the yard in Chino,

you're talking to one dude,

his buddy comes up
behind you with a shank,

turns your liver into pate.

Bill, welcome.

I see Bishop's
showing you around.

‐Yeah.
‐LONDON: Great.

Listen, I know where
most of the bodies are buried,

so if you have
any questions‐‐

I got a question.

What's going on in there?

Risk Management
compiled a list of 44 deputies

most likely
to incur civil lawsuits.

We're planning on
transition them
out of the field.

You wanna pull 44 deputies
out of the field

because you're afraid
they might get sued?

I want more deputies
in the field,

where they belong,
where they can do their jobs.

How do you decide
who makes the list?

Anyone with 16 or more
categorical uses of force

within a three‐year period,
for one.

Oh. Well, I think... Jeez.

‐I must be, uh‐‐
‐Right at the top.

BILL: Yeah.

Shred these.

That's a direct order.

Come on.
Gotta deputize my godson.

BISHOP:
Yes, sir.

‐WOMAN: Sheriff!
‐(overlapping chatter)

OFFICER: Atten‐hut!

What's with all the press?

Here to get a look
at the new sheriff.

Hey.

God.

‐He looks so much like Rick.
‐I know.

Honey, this is Deputy Bishop.

Practically perfect
in every way.

My heart goes out
to you, Deputy.

Thank you, ma'am.

♪

As his son...

you're the only one
authorized to wear this.

I don't know what to say.

Neither do I.

OFFICER:
Cadets, atten‐hut!

Cadets, at ease!

(clears throat)

It ought to be
Sheriff Bradford up here.

He and I had our differences,

though we wore the same star.

Makes us family.

And that's what's happening
here today.

You're all becoming
part of a family.

With its own traditions...

and skeletons.

Look to your left and right.

Come on, do it.

They're your family now.

You can count on 'em.

And you better make damn sure
they can count on you.

You need three things
to do this job.

A badge...

a gun...

and what's in your heart.

Policy and procedure be damned.

(murmuring)

The end of the day,

you gotta be able to look
yourself in the mirror

and ask...

"Did I do everything
I could have possibly done

to protect the innocent?"

This department...

has lost its way.

Too many save‐asses...

and not enough ass‐kickers.

Show of hands...

who here falls
in the latter category?

♪

Welcome to the Los Angeles
Sheriff's Department.

(audience cheering)

Thank you, guys.
You did great.

OFFICER:
It's an honor, sir.

‐Great job.
‐Thank you, sir.

I didn't think you'd come.

That isn't why I'm here.

Joseph wants to be his father.

And he isn't.

I came to ask you to fire him.

Laurie, I...
I can't do that.

LAURIE:
Yes, you can.

You're the Sheriff.

And you're his godfather.

You're supposed to
look out for him.

Just like you were supposed
to look out for my husband.

Rick was your partner.

If you care anything
about Joseph,

you will run him out of this
godforsaken department

before he gets killed.

(horns honking)

Hey.

So what do we call you now?

‐BILL (over phone): Bill.
‐CADE: That Bill?

Shouldn't he be out
kissing babies or something?

RACHEL:
Cade wants to know‐‐

Yeah, I heard him.
Tell him to kiss my ass.

Then tell me
about the armored car.

RACHEL: Weird one.
Armored car carried no cash.

Just documents
from Cabriamex.

Bank in Century City.

Maybe these idiots
hit the wrong truck.

Villalobos ain't that stupid.

Those gangsters say
how they cliqued up?

RACHEL: They called it
"The Reckoning."

‐Well, who's calling the shots?
‐RACHEL: That's the thing.

I don't think these
knuckleheads even know.

I think Oscar
was the middleman.

How about the cipher
on the paper?

RACHEL: Nada.

But if these gangs
are changing the game,

they could be drawing up
new boundaries.

BILL:
My buddy works County.

Memory serves
he's got a friendly

that might have
a line on Villalobos.

CADE: Move!

Am I calling at a bad time?

Get out of the way.
Out of the way!

RACHEL: Naw.

Just on our way
to inseminate Cade's wife.

Ew, that sounds gross
when you say it like that.

Hey. Where's my wife?

Teresa Ward.
I'm supposed to meet my wife.

‐WOMAN: Right through there.
‐Thank you.

WOMAN: You're welcome.

You're not my wife.

Babe?

Honey.
Cuttin' it a little close.

Man, this place is starting
to feel like a casino.

Yeah.

Here, sign and date
at the bottom.

‐Hmm.
‐Ten percent success rate.

Of course, after 40
it drops down to‐‐

Fifty‐fifty.

We have a 50 percent shot here.

How do you figure that?

'Cause everything is.

Fifty‐fifty.

Heads or tails.

Binary.

Either it happens or it won't.

All those numbers,
they're not us.

Alright? And they're not now.

And us now
is all I care about.

I, um, finally heard
from the county.

And we're approved.

We're officially qualified
to be foster parents.

Oh, babe, I thought
you'd be happy.

I‐‐
I grew up in the system.

I know what it takes
to survive in there.

All right?
You have to grow claws.

You end up
using 'em on people
who are tryin' to help.

But those people aren't us.

NURSE:
Instructions are on the cup.

‐Y'all done with
that clipboard?
‐TERESA: Oh, yeah.

And, um, I'd prefer you

not to conceive our
first child using porn.

You wanna
come in there with me?

(laughing) Can I?

♪

BILL: Who are you
trying to impress, old man?

(grunts)

All you.

(grunting in effort)

Come on. You got it.

(sighs)

You really know
how to win friends

and influence people,
you know it?

Oh, you heard, huh?

Place is high school
with guns.

Tell me about it.

Look, uh, I'm huntin'
Oscar Villalobos.

You still got that friendly
who's tight with him?

That's one way to put it.

Daisy. Woman scorned.

Yeah, I'll talk to her.

I got another favor to ask.
Big one.

My godson Joseph Harris,

he's comin' out of the academy,
headin' your way.

Rick's kid?

Lord, we're old.

You want me
to look out for him?

I want you to fire him.

His evals.
Un‐sat him across the board.

And I'll take care of the rest.

I don't think
I can do that, Bill.

Kid doesn't
have it in him, Bobby.

I'm not losing 'em both.
I can't do that.

Get me Oscar.

FISKE:
3,000 floor.

Where we house
our most violent inmates.

Gasser's Alley.

OFFICER:
What are you staring at?

Why do they call it
Gasser's Alley?

FISKE:
It's what they call it
when they launch

urine and feces
through the meal slots.

Gassing.

Nice way to catch hepatitis.

Got a mouth‐breather?

No, sir.

This is K6G. Gay Wing.

Different vibe here.

Guys here are
kicked around in the street.

In here, pressure's off.
Nobody hassles 'em.

Problem is we got
hardcore gangbangers lyin',

sayin' they're gay
just to get in here.

So we come up
with a series of questions

to try to trip 'em up.

JOSEPH: Like what?

What's the name of
Michael Beck's character

‐in Xanadu.
‐What's Xanadu?

You mean to tell me
you've never heard of Xanadu?

The Citizen Kane
of roller skate rock operas?

Daisy's kind of
the den mother of K6G.

Daisy, meet Deputy Harris.

Can we talk for a second?

Friends of mine
are lookin' for Oscar.

Oscar know he's got heat?

Definitely.

First place I'd look
is FS‐13 hood.

FS‐13? Come on.

DAISY:
Counter‐intuitive, I know.

But there's...
there's been this reckoning.

Old enemies are now allies.

His dealer's down there.
Sombra.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

RACHEL:
You sure about this?

My buddy Fiske
swears by this informant,

I swear by Fiske.

How did you manage
to lose Bishop?

Two ways out of
the men's locker room.

She couldn't watch 'em both.

Yeah, well,
you're the sheriff now.

The sheriff
doesn't go on raids.

Then what the hell's
the gun for?

Come on.

‐Good luck, Cade.
‐Ain't about luck, baby.

Homies coming home
from the pen thinkin'
they'd go get high.

Want some regular heroin.

Till we hit 'em with this.

(siren wailing in distance)

(man grunts)

(rap music playing)

Quiere todo en paquete.

Sirvele pues.

Get that money.

Hola, hermano.

‐(explosion)
‐(shouting)

(grunts)

(indistinct shouting)

Hands up, both of you.

Now!

(groans)

Get upstairs.

I'm on it.

(intense music playing)

(yells)

(gunfire continues)

Oscar!

(groans)

(ragged breathing)

(sighs)

Cade, Call Rescue, now!

PARAMEDIC:
BP 120 over 52.
Heart rate 130.

‐Respiration...
‐This what I gotta do

to get you to come out
for some cocktails, huh?

Deep breath, Rachel.

Come on.

Call for a jacket.
I think it fragmented
his bone.

Okay, thank you
No mansplaining.

Now, get out.

Al right, set up the OR.
Let's get her stable.

‐Who's this?
‐The gangster from the shooting.

Okay, hold him down.

It's gonna be
all right, Rachel, okay?

PAULA: Type him.
He's gonna need a refill.

Oye , dummy, knock it off.

All right?
You're gonna bleed to death.

Someone prep the other room
for Mr. Ants‐In‐His‐Pants here.

It's tough to get
a table tonight.

They've only got
one OR available.

(sighs)

Deputy's got more
left in her tank.

‐Let's take the bad guy‐‐
‐Wait a minute.

You're taking him first?

What are you doing, Paula?

Call security.

Have them escort this man
off the premises.

Really?

Out!

(sighs)

If you rabbit on me again,
I will put a bullet in you.

You promise?

MAN:
Que pasó?

(speaking Spanish)

(elevator bell dings)

Shouldn't you say something
at least vaguely threatening?

Otherwise,
you just standing there,

I might get the wrong idea.

LONDON:
When you borrow something,

like the Sheriff's Department
for instance,

you should return it
in good condition.

You're driving it around
like a stolen car.

Enjoy those stars
while you got 'em.

‐Oh, I will.
‐(elevator bell dings)

(camera shutters clicking)

‐Sheriff, just a few questions.
‐(overlapping chatter)

Guess someone must've leaked
your heroics to the press.

‐(reporters shouting)
‐(camera shutters clicking)

REPORTER 1:
Sources are saying that
you took part in the raid.

Deputy Delgado
is gonna be fine.

Thanks for asking.

Sheriff,
we're actually hearing

that children were present
inside the house...

‐...when your deputies‐‐
‐You know what?

Here's a good rule of thumb
for dealing with the police.

Don't shoot at us
and we'll get along famously.

REPORTER 2:
Sheriff, can you just explain
a little bit more about‐‐

Who are you kidding?

You didn't come here
for the truth.

You thought you smelled blood,

same way coyotes sniff out
a wounded animal.

(continues over TV):
I think I got more respect
for the damn gangsters.

London played me.

I let that son of a bitch
wind me up.

You were pretty wound up
before London got a hold of you.

I was worried about Rachel.

This wasn't about Rachel.

It's about Rick
dying on my table.

‐I didn't say that, Paula.
‐You didn't have to.

They wanted to run me out
for warning those folks

about the ICE operation.

Then these stars
fell in my lap
and they couldn't.

I'm startin' to think they were
right in the first place.

You need three things
to do your job.

Your badge, your gun,
and what's in your heart.

If your heart is telling you
that it's time to walk away,

I'll support you.

But if this is you
feeling sorry for yourself

because the job's harder
than what you thought,

suck it up.

(Spanish music playing)

BILL: Gracias.

These are the best tacos
in LA County.

I will take your word for it.

What, you a vegan
or something?

Just a firm believer

in the County
Health Inspector's
grading system.

Deputy Bishop,
where I come from,

it's considered an insult
not to break bread
with your partner.

Well, we're not partners,
Sheriff.

I work for you.

Break bread
with your boss, then.

Come on.

Okay, that's pretty incredible.

Tell me your story, Bishop.

No offense,
but it seems like

you're destined
for bigger things.

Well, I used to work
at the Pentagon.

What?

‐Are you serious?
‐Yep.

BILL:
So how'd you wind up here?

I fell in love.

Continue.

After about two months
we figured out

that the bicoastal thing
wasn't gonna work for us, so...

You guys were hiring.

What, you never heard the joke,

"What's a lesbian bring
on the second date?"

A U‐Haul.

I don't get it.

Well, I guess
it's a joke about how

women are supposedly
wired for monogamy.

Men maybe not so much.

Well, I wanted to marry Paula
the moment I laid eyes on her.

Maybe I'm a U‐Haul lesbian.

Hmm. Good one, Dad.

So how did you two meet?

I got stabbed.

She sewed me up.

I asked her to dinner.

You really do
come at everything
head‐on, don't you?

But if you're gonna do this job,
you're gonna need to learn

that there are
other angles of approach.

You could actually
make a difference.

London's got me boxed in.

How the hell am I supposed
to make a difference?

Off the top of my head,

there's another joint operation
with ICE,

like the one they were
gonna fire you over.

It's due to kick off
in about 20 minutes.

‐(siren wailing)
‐(indistinct chanting)

(siren stops)

All right.
Everybody, bring it in.

We're gonna have a little chat.

Now, this isn't
a political statement.

It's just the opposite.

And I respect that
you have a job to do.

But ours is different.

And people need to know it,

regardless of
how they got here.

Because if they're afraid
to come to us for help,

then we're gift‐wrapping
about a million victims

for every bad guy in town
to prey on with total impunity.

I'm sorry,
but I'm canceling
this operation.

Deputies, you're dismissed.

You can't do this, Bill.

The federal grants,
we'll lose millions!

Look, I don't blame you
for being pissed, Jerry.

You come to me
with specific targets.

But we are not taking part
in any round‐ups.

Not while I'm sheriff.

BILL: Bishop.

You're like the Ned Stark
of the LA Sheriff's Department.

‐The what?
‐Not a Thrones fan?

Never got through
the first season.

Ned's the hero, right?

(gate closes)

(fluorescent lights buzzing)

(groans)

(sensor beeps)

Hey, wake up.

‐(screams)
‐Hey! Hey! Get back!

(groans)

‐Come on. Come on.
‐(Daisy groans)

(alarm blaring)

Hey, get back! Stop! Stop!

(clamoring)

Get off of me!
Get off of me!

(grunts)

(groans)

(blaring continues)

♪

‐(Cade whistles)
‐RACHEL: Ahh!

Those must be from Teresa.

Yeah.

And from me.

Aw.

You okay?

Couple inches to the right

and Becca grows up
without a mom.

Yeah, there's no rule
that says you have to keep

kicking down doors
out here, Rach.

You could promote.

No shame in working
in the building for a while.

RACHEL:
What else you bring me?

Well, I was hoping you
could help a proud son

of LA Unified investigating...

remittances.

‐For me?
‐No, that's mine.

Starting with
what's a remittance?

It's like a wire transfer.

Foreign workers
sending money back home.

All from Cabriamex.

Six thousand, Ramos.
Fifteen hundred to Cruz.

RACHEL:
But nothing big enough
to arouse suspicion,

tip off regulators.

All signed by
the CEO Chandler McGowan.

Has anyone ever told you
you're a genius?

CADE:
The cartel was
using Cabriamex

and the gangs
to launder money.

Villalobos and Sombra
were working for 'em.

So they're not
just pretty faces.

That was a joke.

Better Sombra than you, Cade.

I don't give a damn
about that scumbag.

It's about those kids.

You know, their life
is rough enough

and now they're gonna get thrown
into a system with no way out.

You found a way.

It's not that easy.

If you and your sister
had landed with good people,

it would have been
a whole different story.

What are you saying, Bill?

You and Teresa should consider
fostering those kids.

If only we knew somebody
with a little pull

that could make that happen,
you know.

Did you think when you
woke up this morning

that I'd be sheriff

and you might be
fostering two kids?

How in the hell
did we end up here?

You got no idea
how many times

I've asked myself
that same question today.

Dig into Cabriamex.

CADE:
You got it, Sheriff.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

(knocking)

Hey, Mr. McGowan?

‐Yes.
‐I'm Deputy Ward.

Huh.

I slipped on one of
my daughter's toys and, uh...

May I come in?

Uh, it's not
a good time, actually.

Maybe that's why
you still haven't asked
me why I'm here yet.

‐Drop the gun.
‐(McGowan gasps)

‐Who else is in the house?
‐Just my wife. I swear!

‐I thought you
were one of them.
‐Who?

He had a uniform and a badge.

I thought he was
a deputy sheriff.

He said no police!

‐Get him out!
‐What do you want me to do?

He's gonna kill Debbie!
Get him out!

CADE:
All right, calm down.

MRS. MCGOWAN:
He's gonna kill
our little girl!

‐Get him out!
‐SEC‐David‐Frank‐5.

Requesting two units
to my location.

Possible kidnapping.

McGowan has been
washing cartel money.

Billions, through
Cabriamex Financial

in Century City.

Cartel gets the idea
that he's been skimming,

he has.

And that
armored car robbery?

That was a surprise audit.

They find what they
were looking for?

Not enough to make
McGowan think they did.

They spooked him
into a confession.

So Oscar Villalobos
breaks out of County,

takes the little girl
and calls McGowan,

says cough up the 20 mil
he pocketed

or they'd kill her.

Hence the Mitt Romney
impersonators.

It's kidnapping, brother.
It's FBI's jurisdiction.

Respectfully, Sheriff,
a cartel kidnapping?

And the FBI wants to
take it off your hands.

Sheriff, that's a gift.

Well, all right.

What would the old sheriff do?

Well, the smart play
is to give the FBI
the poison chalice.

We do not want to be
the agency of record

when they find
this kid's remains.

That is how this ends.

With corpse‐sniffing dogs

and a tear‐filled
press conference.

Russ Bowes,
special agent in charge

of the Bureau's LA Office.

Bill Hollister.
Anything we can do?

For now,
I don't wanna offend you,

but you can help
by staying out of our way.

All due respect, cousin,

you can have
that press conference
all to yourself.

I don't like 'em anyway.

That's what I heard.

I just want the kid
back home safe.

I want Villalobos
back in custody.

Not one of those things
is gonna happen
you cut us out of this.

If I had a nickel
for every time
I heard that speech

from a local tough guy
with a shiny badge

and a bruised ego...

I'll take my chances...
Sheriff.

They sure do dress nice,
don't they?

The odds of finding
this kid alive‐‐

Fifty‐fifty. All right?

Either we find her
or we won't.

No reason not to be optimistic.

Who taught you math?

Bishop, I know what
the smart play here is.

It's just that...

I like to do
dumb things sometimes.

(indistinct chatter)

Well, ain't we a pair, Joseph?

Your boyfriend's a jerk.

DAISY:
Story of my life, kiddo,

which you saved by the way.

Thank you.

The other day,
when Fiske asked you...

you said the first place
you'd look for him

was Sombra's pad.

And look where it got me.

What's the second place
you'd look?

He kidnapped a little girl
wearing my father's badge.

Help me get her back,
we'll call it square.

I am many things, Joseph,

but square is not one of them.

But how can I say no
to that face?

I heard they were
cooking meth
up in Lancaster.

Lieutenant Fiske,
can I borrow your phone?

This is it.

All the transmission lines
in Lancaster.

All right, so they wanna be
off the grid,

but still have access
to the power

they need for the cook.

All the power lines
are running all along

the old Pear Blossom Highway.

That's over
a hundred miles long.

CADE:
Yeah, we gotta
narrow that down.

♪♪

Now I know why Tracho was
tryin' to eat the damn thing.

It's a map to their hideout.

(birds squawking)

♪♪

All right, it ain't gonna
climb itself.

CADE:
So how'd you know
about this place?

BILL:
My dad and I used to
hunt hogs out here.

Those boys sure don't look like
they're huntin' hogs.

How do we know
she's even in there?

Trailer, dead ahead.

Look in the window.

BISHOP:
Debbie's backpack.

Smart girl. That's an SOS.

CADE:
Oscar's gotta be
in there with her.

It's a tactical nightmare.

One road going in.

They'll see us coming
a mile off.

Call SEB. Go in heavy.

Yeah. Welcome to Ruby Ridge.

It'll take us an hour
to hike down.

Can you ride?

You mean horses?

Summer camp.

Took silver
in the Junior Olympics
for dressage.

Of course you did.

♪

(man speaking Spanish)

(groans)

(shouting)

(gunshot)

(groans)

(gunshots continue)

‐(man groans)
‐BILL: Cade!

CADE: Bill!

(gunshot)

(yells)

(groans)

(grunting)

(screams)

(glass shatters)

You're dead, Hollister.

BISHOP:
You okay, boss?

♪

Hey.

It's time to go home.

Okay?

Come here.

I got ya.

Dr. Reyes, got another GSW.
Superficial.

‐Give it to the intern.
‐RADIAH: No.

I think you wanna
take this one.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Hey.

Where'd this happen?

Lancaster.

Long story.

And you drove all the way
over here to get treated?

"I'm sorry"
would've done the trick.

Yeah.

I am sorry.

Well, you're gonna have to wait.

Several patients ahead of you.

'Course, Doctor. I...

I understand.

(gasps)

(heavy breathing)

CADE: My sister and I
had the same arrangement.

Places that we grew up,

I didn't want anybody
sneaking up on her.

So we slept in shifts.

But this isn't
one of those places.

You understand?

You're safe here.

You're the one
who shot my dad.

CADE: Yeah.

Then I'm gonna kill you.

I had no choice.

He was gonna kill me
and I wasn't gonna
let that happen.

Now, you want to avenge him.

I don't think
he's worth it, but...

you're entitled, I guess.

But here's the deal.

You can't kill me.

Not now.

You're too small.

And I'm too good.

You know, I used to kill guys
for a living.

I was a sniper
in the Marine Corps.

And I used to watch my targets
for a long time.

Learn their habits,
best place to take 'em.

Maybe you can do that with me.

Stay with us, that way
you can keep an eye on me.

Meantime, we will take care
of you and your sister.

And we won't let anything
happen to either one of you.

That way...

you can watch me and...

wait for your shot.

That sound like a plan?

Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

JOSEPH: Thanks.

I never had any business

putting it on
in the first place.

And I think you know it.

Well, I thought I did.

I even asked Fiske
to run you out.

I'm saving you the subterfuge.

I resign.

I was supposed to have
your old man's back.

I've been wearing it
the last 10 years.

I swear...

I could see him right now,

looking back at me
through your eyes.

I was wrong about you, son.

And I refuse to allow you
to feel sorry for yourself.

'Cause your dad
wouldn't want that.

And I do not accept
your resignation.

'Cause the only way you can
dishonor his memory now

is by quitting.

♪

BILL:
My dad used to say there are
no victories on the job.

Just the fight,
and it never ends.

‐You ready, partner?
‐Yes, Sheriff.

BILL:
You're blessed
if you wake up

with another chance
to make it right.

Another chance
to force the world

to be a little nicer.

♪

You okay, Sheriff?

Gettin' there.

It's been a hell of a first
couple days, huh, Bishop?

Actually, it's, uh,
it's been four days.

Time flies.

Look on the bright side,
Sheriff.

Only 110 more days to go.

BILL:
Let's just get
through this one.

BISHOP:
Gotta say, the last few days
have had their challenges,

but it's been quite a ride.

Well, buckle up.

I'm just gettin' started.

(theme music playing)

♪

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