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Previously on Sheriff Country.

Cyclorphine. It's a synthetic opioid several times more lethal than fentanyl.

When the paper is burned, the smoke is highly intoxicating and deadly.

First time I tried it, it's almost like a game.

It's that boyfriend.

I bet he gave her that garbage.

A couple more times and I knew I was in trouble. So tell me about your

boyfriend, Donna.

His name's Michael.

Up in Deadwater.

They got a bunch of girls up there.

This is where they found Punch and Andy's mom.

There were people fighting.

My mom?

And someone else. I know you think he killed your mom. Yeah, with good reason.

You see this scar?

Andy gave it to me.

I'm in. I will help you take down the Stoyanov's. Not for you, but for

Edgewater.

That's called a benica.

Would you like to try one?

Good old man, he needs some water.

I'm surprised we can afford the glass or the water.

You know, you're gonna put us out of business giving every kid who comes in

here something for free. Give me grandkids to spoil, then.

I'm working on it. Work faster.

Pops, are you gonna help me out here?

Sunny. Oh, that's the flower delivery. I'll take care of it. All right. You've

been on your feet all day.

Just couldn't wait till later.

Yeah,

sick thing.

Target's approaching.

Clear for entry?

Clear. Let him in.

Could have parked this tin can a little closer. It took me an hour to get out

here. For your safety, Dad.

Mickey's right. The only people who can know that you're working as an informant

are in this tin can.

Might as well get used to the commute, Wes. What? This trailer is your new

home. No.

Uh-uh.

I mean, it's one thing to be a rat. Calm down, Doug. No, no, no. She is not

shoving me in a rat hole out in the middle of nowhere.

There are trafficked girls being held against their will up in Deadwater and a

synthetic opioid spreading like wildfire through my town.

Can you cut the crap so we can tell you what it is we're going to do about it?

You already have a relationship with Petr Baharov, Stoyanov family underboss.

We want you to use that relationship as leverage to take down the family itself.

Konstantin Stoyanov, he made the cartel a force to be reckoned with, primarily

running protection rackets in Los Angeles County.

He had a stroke two years ago, and his son, Konstantin Jr., also known as

Sonny, took over.

Sonny is the one who expanded the cartel's reach beyond just cannabis and

anti-sex trafficking and opioids.

He's ruthless, but he's still getting his sea legs.

Hmm.

Then who might this be?

Sonny's mother, Anna.

Constantine bought her the little Sophia bakery so she'd have something to do,

and the cartel would have a place to conduct its business. We don't believe

that she has any significant role in the family's illegal activities. She's

basically a civilian.

And a fox.

A small f.

Well, who knows what's possible? I don't think that's a good idea.

Thought you'd be a fan of the honeypot angle. I mean, you used it pretty

successfully on me. I was hoping I could... Maybe get a few pointers from

you. Work your way into Petar's heart.

He bought some land from you a couple weeks back, right?

Offered to buy it back.

Why would I do that?

You offered to buy it back, and you promised him a sweetener.

Something he doesn't have to kick upstairs to the boss.

Then the two of you have a secret.

And we have leverage.

We can compel Petar to cooperate. If he refuses, we threaten to tell Sonny about

the sweetener.

So, I get him to trust me.

Then I pulled the rug. Gets easier the more you do it. Yeah, for some people,

maybe. See, I don't find it all that easy just to lie. Really?

Seems like it was pretty easy for you to lie to Mickey.

Enough! Okay?

Guys, I have spent the last two days working my sources, trying to figure out

where those girls are being held prisoner, and no one is talking.

This is the best way to bring them home. And that is all I care about. Not this

rehashing of our nonsense.

It's in the past.

We've moved on, right?

Right.

Right.

Okay, so let me get this straight.

In the past month, your dad betrayed you, and then your boyfriend turned out

to be a total criminal, and then your mom rose from the dead?

Among other things. How are you not on the floor?

I was on the floor.

That's what happens when you chase vodka with Jen, and then you finish it off

with some Jägermeister.

Jägermeister, that is just a cry for help? Yeah.

You know, I never had crazy college years, so I fit it all in four hours.

Look, after I had it all out of my system, I was okay about the whole

thing. Oh, come on, Mickey. As a fellow member of the Crazy Mom Club, I have

been mad at Ruby for a lot longer, for a lot less. Yeah, but Ruby was in your

life. Eva left when I was six.

It's like she was a total stranger.

Anyway, she can't hurt me. You sure about that?

Yes. So, I didn't ask you in my office for breakfast to talk about Eva.

I need help on a case.

And before you say no, I want you to remember, I'm your favorite sister.

What do you think?

Wow.

I have to say I'm impressed.

Yeah. My stitches are perfect.

By the way, don't think I don't know why you came to me instead of Dr. Henshaw.

You're much cuter than Dr. Henshaw. This is true.

But also...

Dr. Henshaw ordered you to go on desk duty.

Yes, I did ding myself up a bit, didn't I?

And I was hoping we could keep it between us.

Hey, you want to treat your body like a crash test dummy?

Risk a hemorrhage or a long-term injury?

Your body, your choice.

Except that it's not because, you know, when you're a cop, you don't really get

to choose what kind of day you're going to have. The world out there does, and

if I don't show up... Somebody could die. Or you could die. That would suck

for me.

People forget I'm an actual doctor.

You know, it's been kind of nice having a guy on my table who still has a pulse.

I'm so lucky you've got such low standards.

What's it say about you that you're struggling to meet them?

Test duty, huh?

You have a lot to live for.

Do you make a strong argument?

There's also a wise blood concert coming up. I could be talked into that'll give

me something to look forward to when I'm bored to tears on destiny

Any big birthday plans

Okay,

look Hank, there's a reason why I didn't tell you what happened to Mickey the

other night. Yeah, you don't trust me That's not true. Can we just focus on

the Elliot case, please fine?

I left a word with Sylvia Beckins. I want to question her again.

Figure out why she told us she barely knew Mary Elliot when Punch and Andy

told us they were best friends.

Not to mention, she and Mary were supposed to get together the night Mary

was murdered.

I don't know, Campbell.

I still like Andy for it. Maybe it was clear 30 years ago. It wasn't clear. It

was never charged. Big difference.

Dispatch.

Iglesias.

We're on it.

Looks like we'll get to question both our favorite suspects.

Andy just broke into Sylvia's house.

Sheriff's office. Baby, calm down. Be careful.

Hey. What took you so long? Hey, Andy, put the golf club down. Don't tell me

what to do. Do something. You've lost it. The deputy says you lied.

They said you told them you were my mom's friend. You put him up to this?

Andy, honey, I promise you. Why did you lie?

I need you to calm down and put the golf club down.

We went to the house tonight. My mom was killed.

Please, I just want to know what happened to my mom. Please.

Don't hurt him. Please.

Please, stop.

All of you, please.

Stop.

Mom.

Mom.

Sheriff 1, Edward 9, Code 3 Medical. I need an ambulance at my location.

I repeat, we need an ambulance.

When

I

was a kid, I wanted to be a zookeeper. This is sort of like that.

Owen is threatening to sue because his mother is at Edgewater Memorial with...

Thankfully, a panic attack, not a full-blown coronary.

Andy's in a holding cell for breaking into Sylvia's house, which means Punch

is being... His punchiest.

You need a lion tamer. Do I have to call you that? Depends on how bad you need my

help. Bad. All right, you and Deputy Director Santos do your thing.

I'll handle Punch and Owen. I am calm. I'm calmly demanding you shut this

investigation down immediately.

I've known Punch a long time, which means I've known Andy a long time. I

haven't seen him act this violent in years.

He could have killed my mom.

Because your deputies riled him up. You know the last time I got a call that my

brother had been arrested?

It was the night of my mother's murder.

Punch, Cassidy and Hank just dug up new evidence in a 30-year-old case.

So while I understand that it may have dredged up a lot of emotions, no, I'm

not shutting down this investigation.

That's your read?

I hope you enjoy standing in Mickey's office, Lieutenant Boone, because you

will never occupy it.

I can't believe I ever thought you have what it takes to be sheriff.

I had Andy under control. Really? Yes. Because that's not how it looked. Okay,

shut up, both of you, please.

I'm taking over this investigation. Wait, what? This is my case, Boone. You

can't do that.

Okay, you can do that, but aren't you supposed to be on desk duty? Well, that

was the plan.

But thanks to whatever it is that's going on with you two, I don't have a

choice. What is going on with you two?

Hank is mad.

You don't get to have feelings unless they're about the case.

Okay, I feel that I should go to the hospital and ask Sylvia Beckins about

the discrepancies in her account.

And I feel... Shut up.

Get out of here, Campbell. Go question Sylvia.

Now do we talk about my feelings?

I guess I lost my appetite.

I carry mine around with me.

Plus, when I'm angry, I like to eat. What do you have to be angry about?

You're a free man, Wes Fox.

Whoa. Well, I'm working with my ex-wife, who I thought was dead.

My daughter, she wishes I was dead.

I'm starting to think there's worse things than being locked up. I won't

talk to Skye.

She tells me things are not really going well at Brightly Horizons.

Yeah, between the DEA investigation and my sister sitting in jail, where she

should be, and our liquidity crisis, I, uh... If I don't find an

influx of cash soon, I'm gonna have to sell the company.

Maybe that'll help.

Look, Wes, I appreciate this. I really do, but I would need a hundred of these

bags to solve my cash flow issues.

Or maybe just 50.

This is a lot of money.

Wes, I helped you liquidate all of your assets, and we transferred everything

into a trust for Skye. How did you scare up this much cash?

What kind of true operator's not going to squirrel away a little?

Your father is a canny operator, but I don't think we should put all our eggs

into that particular basket.

I've obtained a warrant to plant a listening device in the Little Sophia

Bakery. I have an agent on standby, ready to pose as a health inspector to

install the device. It's not going to work.

I admit it's a little theatrical, but necessary, I think.

The story notes are famously paranoid.

Which is fine.

But the health inspector play is terrible.

Mickey, I think we need to clear the air.

I know you have strong feelings about my presence here, and it is understandable.

I don't have any personal feelings towards you, Eva.

Strangers walk in and out of this office every day. I work with them just fine.

It's not a good plan because the Little Sophia Bakery has an even-numbered

address. In Edgewater, businesses with even-numbered addresses have their

health inspections in the fall.

A second inspection would raise alarm bells.

I see.

But don't worry. I have a good backup plan.

Knock, knock.

So in Edgewater, health inspections happen on an annual schedule.

But fire inspections are like a rash.

We can crop up at any time.

Deputy Director Eva Santos.

D.C. Sharon Leone.

My sister.

I read her in.

You can send her into the bakery with a fed dressed as a firefighter. He can

plant the bug.

Pleased to meet you, Sharon. Oh, we've met. I used to go with Mickey every year

to your grave on the anniversary of your death.

You know, for a dead woman, you look great.

What's your secret?

A working heart?

Oh, no. The jury's still out on that one.

Is Andy okay?

I don't want to press charges.

Okay.

They re-release him. Then what?

He just goes back living on the streets.

Andy hasn't been okay since the night his mother was murdered.

Trust me.

Whatever you're holding on to...

It's not going away on its own.

You gotta face it.

The day I met Mary... I'll never forget it.

My husband was passed out drunk.

My son Owen was working at the pharmacy.

He wasn't a pharmacist then. He was just a clerk. We were barely scraping by.

And then one day...

Mary showed up. She was so kind.

And when she smiled, it was like the sun coming out.

Was there more to your relationship with Mary, Sylvia?

We were in love.

That's why you didn't want to talk to me and Hank yesterday.

Your son was there.

They never told anybody.

It would have destroyed both our families.

Sylvia, were you at Mary's house the night that she died?

We were supposed to be at mine.

Every Tuesday.

Oh, and had the late shift at the pharmacy, and my husband had a poker

game, and we could be alone together. But that... that particular night,

my husband's game was canceled.

Well, Mary asked me to come to her house.

What happened next?

Mary was shouting at somebody downstairs, and then I heard Mary

scream.

She was lying at the bottom of the stairs.

She was gone.

Did you see anyone?

No, I was terrified that whoever did it might come back, so I ran upstairs to

wake up Andy.

Mary's husband had just put him on a new dose of lithium.

I had to shout his name just to rouse him, and it was dark.

He couldn't tell it was me.

I told Andy to call 911, and as soon as Andy stirred, I ran.

So after Mary screamed, you saw Andy asleep in his bed.

I would have come forward if he'd been charged.

It's just like... I couldn't destroy my family.

I just couldn't.

I think she's telling the truth.

Great. So we're back to square one.

No suspects, no leads.

I'm not so sure.

Think about who was in the Elliott house that night and who wasn't. Punch was off

at college. Mary's husband was in the Bay Area.

He spent every Tuesday there.

His company had a standing meeting.

So there was only Andy, but Andy was comatose.

And Mary was supposed to be at Sylvia's house like every other Tuesday, which

means that anyone paying attention, the Elliott house should have been easy

pickings. You think the house is the target?

Deputies ruled out burglary because nothing was stolen. But maybe nothing

was stolen because Mary interrupted the burglar in the act.

What do you want, old man?

Hey, I've only tried calling you about a hundred times.

They didn't pick up, so you got your answer.

How did you know where to find me?

Slipped a hundy to the kid over at the MMA gym.

And now, before you get all worked up about it, I got a gift for you, too.

What kind of gift?

Best kind, cash.

Only thing is, you gotta sell me my land back.

Probably heard I got out of the joint, so I gotta start earning.

Not interested.

I, uh, got a little sweetener.

Just between me and you. And, uh, about 15%. You think I want to get into bed

with the sheriff's lapdog?

You think I'm loyal to my daughter? My daughter put me in jail.

No deal. I'm not leaving here without my land back.

You can walk away on your own two legs.

Or you can live in a box.

What, you're going to kill the sheriff's father?

And then what?

Put the gun away.

No deal, Wes Fox.

Don't make me say it again.

I don't need a gun to hurt you.

You don't write.

You don't call.

Miranda.

I need your help.

So now you know how it feels.

How what feels?

To be in a tough spot and the only person who could help you is nowhere to

be found.

You put yourself in this spot.

Are you seriously mad at me for not visiting before now?

This isn't about the jail. It's about the company.

After Pop Pop died, I dealt with the EPA.

The union strikes, the whole industry collapsing, and where were you? Where

were you?

Nowhere. Where her parents pushed me out.

Yeah, where were you when they made it a choice between Mickey or them? Please,

you always thought this company was beneath you, way before Mickey, and it's

not so easy to run, is it? No, no, it isn't, because you broke it. Because you

have single-handedly driven our family legacy into the... into the

ground.

who have not been paid in weeks and not a single make in this town will give me

a loan because of what you did.

I'm trying to save the company.

So, if you know of a way for me to do that, if you've got money hidden away

somewhere... Okay, Travis.

I'll tell you how you can keep our company afloat.

Go see Todd Harrow at Edgewater State Bank. He'll give you the loan.

Before you see Todd... Stop by our family's safety deposit box at Redwoods

Bank. You'll find a blue folder inside with Harrow's name on it.

Show him the contents of that folder and remind him that the Fraley family has a

long memory.

How'd it go with Petar?

Well, I get the idea he's not too big of a Sonny Stoyanov fan.

But?

But he's also not too thrilled about the idea of working with the sheriff's old

man. Then you need to overcome his suspicions.

Make Petra want you.

Like you did me.

At least I bought you dinner.

Give him a tip.

Tell him that the sheriff's office is going to raid his MMA gym next week.

Also, try to have any future meetings with him in the bakery.

So you can listen in.

Isn't that against health violations, having both a rat and a bug inside of a

bakery? Dad, the less you know is better for your safety.

It's not about my safety.

I cannot be half in and half out of a foxhole, Mickey.

Now, if you're going to trust me to be your inside man, then you've got to

trust me. I don't trust you.

I didn't choose you.

You think I'm here because I have a choice?

I didn't choose either of you.

And I guess you didn't choose me either.

Just give him the damn tip, Dad.

What's wrong with you people?

You call me at work? You get me to come down here so you can tell me that my mom

was cheating on my dad with her best friend? Did you hear anything else that

I said, Punch? If Celia is right and we believe her, it means that your brother

didn't kill your mom.

What do you want from me? Punch, we have a new theory we're hoping you can weigh

in on.

Back in the day, the deputies dismissed burglary as a motive because there was

nothing missing from your parents' house. We think they might have

dismissed it a little too early.

What's Shane doing up there?

You know that guy?

I remember him. My parents hired him to fix our porch when I was in high school.

Pretty soon he became their go-to handyman for any repair jobs around the

house. Shane Macker. Two years after the murder, he commits a series of

burglaries just a few miles from the Elliotts' house.

Punch, if Shane was your handyman, then he would know all the in and outs of

your family's house, right?

And he'd also have deep knowledge of everybody's schedules. And possibly the

whereabouts of any valuables.

He could be our guy.

I'm Cal Fire DC Leone, and we're here to conduct an inspection to make sure

you're up to code.

Um, I should go get my boss.

Oh, but first, do you take cash?

Because I'd also like to make sure these apple donuts are up to code, too.

Did it work?

Can you hear them planning to whack someone?

Looks like he's home. Watch your six. He's had weapons charges.

Edgewater County Sheriff's Office!

Shane Macker!

Sheriff 1, Edward 12. We have shots fired at our location.

Requesting backup. I repeat, we have shots fired.

Boone, what are you doing?

I'm gonna try and find another way in.

It's a black box. You don't know who else is in there. You could be walking

into an ambush. Keep him talking.

Boone, this is insane.

I'm not messing around.

I will shoot you.

Macker, you don't want to make it any worse than it already is. Come out of

the house unarmed.

Sheriff's office, drop it. We gotta go in there, Hank. We gotta go help Boone.

Together?

Hey, I found another way in.

Hey.

Hey. Wes, what are you doing here? I have a burger to go. You?

I have a meeting. How's the task force stuff going?

May have found a way to make things work for me.

Very good.

What's in the folder?

That is the answer to my prayers, I hope. Then why are you staring at it

like it's a loaded gun?

You know I once had a bullet with your name on it?

What? Mickey told me she was pregnant and you were to blame, so... Well,

technically we were both to blame. I'm not kidding.

No, I spent over an hour in my truck with a loaded colt looking for you.

Mickey found out about it, she put a stop to it.

I'm glad she did.

I'm glad I didn't shoot you.

Thank you.

You're a frailie, and it pains me to say this, but... You're a good

father.

You're a good man, so... What if I'm not?

You know who never loses any sleep over worrying if they're bad people?

Now, I don't know what's in there, but I do know this.

Some boxes you open, you can't close.

There are decisions that you cannot take back.

My burger's getting cold.

Let's get this over with.

Todd.

You should burn the contents of that.

Thank you.

But you know I can't give you that loan.

Don't thank me.

I know you can't.

It's a cry of shame.

A cry of shame.

Together so long, sonny.

Melania and I suit each other, huh?

Yeah, sounds like the words of a man who's given up. Or one who's happily

married.

I can't get this damn translation app to work.

Sonny just called after a unicorn because he said he was happily married.

You speak Bulgarian?

Yeah, six languages, actually.

More like five and a half.

I'm still learning how to speak English without sticking my foot in my mouth.

Oh, after you learn, can you please teach my dad?

What?

Nothing. I was just realizing how much I don't know about you.

You can ask me.

Ask me anything.

At Shane Macker's house?

What Boone did?

Was insane.

I just got off the phone with Pineville Hospital.

The night that Mary Elliot was killed, Shane Macker was laid up with a broken

leg, so his alibi checks out.

Why'd he shoot at us, then? Crime scene text did say that he had a stash of

fentanyl in his house, so probably thought we were gonna nab him for

dealing. He will go to jail for that, and for shooting at us, of course. But

on the Mary Elliot case, we got nothing.

I wouldn't call Edgewater's finest pies nothing, but that's just me.

Amy, what are you doing here?

I picked up Mario's to celebrate your first day of desk duty.

But this doesn't look like that. A conference table is just a big, long

desk.

You're such a workaholic. It's terminal. You are obsessed.

I'm not obsessed. I'm dedicated, meticulous, focused.

Okay, those are all synonyms for... Obsessed.

It doesn't make sense. Okay, man. You're piling on now? I'm talking about the

killer. He knew the family's routines to an obsessive degree.

He was meticulous, focused.

Does it bother you that you have so much in common with the killer?

But Andy's there. Why would somebody so careful run the risk of Andy

interrupting the burglary?

He was knocked out, remember?

Andy's lithium.

Sylvia said that he had just started a new dose, but how would the killer know

that he would be zonked out?

May I?

Okay. I have no idea what's going on with your case, but I do know what

constitutes a heavy dose of lithium, and 300 milligrams ain't it?

There's no way 300 milligrams is strong enough to make anyone comatose.

How fast can you test the medicine in this bottle?

Sonny's talking about the weekend plans.

He wants Petra to clear his schedule so that they can move their precious cargo

immediately. He must be talking about the missing girls.

Sonny says they have to deliver a dozen glaze to a special client.

Oh, he's a pig.

They made us.

They know we're listening.

How?

You told Petar about the bug. Don't deny it. You hear me denying it? You burned

the bakery as a source of intel. You jeopardized the lives of all those

traffic girls, and you compromised this entire investigation.

You told me that I had to give Petar something, right?

Well, come on.

A tip on some pissant raid on a gym? That's not gonna cut it. Well, then come

talk to us! I get one shot to get Petar to trust me.

One. I mean, there's nothing bigger than a tip on a live wire.

Mickey, I had to get those Bulgarian bastards to believe that I would

actually betray you. Of course they're going to believe it. It is literally the

truth.

Oh, that's why it's brilliant.

The best lies always have truth in them. Best covers, part fantasy, part romance.

The rest is real.

You're assuming that this crazy stunt is going to work.

He could have just blown the bakery for nothing.

Then why is Petar texting?

Say, we got to meet.

We're in. Yes, we are. We are in.

But before we move forward, I have some demands.

No more secrets.

No more keeping me in the dark.

Now, if we're going to do this, it's going to be equal partners, mutual

trust.

Equal partners, mutual trust. Mutual trust.

The only thing I know for sure is that I cannot trust him. Nikki. Why are you

suddenly on his side? Don't speak to your mother like that.

My mother?

You two, you think you can just do whatever the hell you want, don't you?

I am done.

What are you doing?

Where are you going? Oh, come on, Vicki.

I'm going to find those girls my way. I'm going to go protect this town my

way. Well, what about the task force?

It's over.

Go back to D.C. or wherever the hell it is you live. I got work to do.

That's it? You're going to do this on your own?

Well... Thanks to you two, I've had plenty of practice.

Mickey, just talk to me.

Mick...

Maria,

I... Please.

You wanted to see me? Yes, thank you for coming. This really shouldn't take long.

If this is about the incident with Andy, my mom doesn't want to press charges.

Actually, we were hoping to pick your brain.

You're a pharmacist.

In your opinion, how does a bottle labeled 300 milligrams come to contain

liquid lithium of the potency of 1,800 milligrams?

Hypothetically? Not hypothetically.

30 years ago, Andy was given a dose of lithium six times stronger than...

What it says on his bottle.

How does something like that happen?

How should I know?

I'll tell you how.

30 years ago, the clerk at the pharmacy who filled Andy's prescription spiked

his dose.

That was you.

I don't know what you're talking about. No, see, you needed to knock Andy out so

you could break in and rob his family.

Because you had already cased the house you picked.

Perfect night.

Tuesday night. The only thing you weren't counting on was your mother

being there.

My mom.

She was in a relationship with Mary Elliot.

Mary heard you break in, then went downstairs to investigate.

I panicked.

Mary recognized me and I panicked.

She wasn't supposed to be there.

I didn't mean to hurt her.

It's just, the Elliotts had everything.

I just wanted a tiny piece of it, you know?

I just wanted a life that didn't depend on Mary Elliot's charity.

We're gonna need a statement from your own.

Stay now the truth

You're right.

She can still hurt me.

What happened?

She laughed.

Eva laughed.

I heard.

Your mom.

She's not a stranger, Sharon.

I can tell myself that as much as I want.

She's my mom.

And she left.

You just

gave him the photos?

I handed you an easy win.

Easy for you, maybe, but not for me.

Your lawyer's gonna come see you tomorrow. He's bringing with him a

document. You're gonna sign it.

What is the document?

It's an amendment to our family trust, granting me power of attorney to solicit

offers on Fraley Horizon.

Selling the company is the only way to save it. Under new management, the

baggage of the Fraley name won't be an issue, and our employees will at least

have a chance to save their jobs, which they won't if I file for bankruptcy.

No, forget it. I will not sign.

Yes, you will.

And if you don't, I'm going to testify in the DEA's case against you.

I'll tell them all about the years of blackmail you subjected Todd Harrow to.

Too bad.

You finally found the stones to run the company.

Just in time for us to sell.

Send me the papers.

I'll sign.

Yeah, I'm still annoyed at you.

Better late than never, though, right?

Happy birthday, Enrique.

Nice.

And for the record, I do trust you. I just needed to protect my key.

I respect that about you.

So we're good.

Oh, we're good.

Now, Boone, on the other hand, what the hell was that earlier? I know.

Running in on an active shooter, no recon, no waiting for backup. I mean, I

get it. The guy's dedicated, but lately, I wonder... Yeah, me too.

I think there might be something seriously off with Boone.

You want to see me?

Close the door.

Oh.

I want you to clear your slate. You're benching me?

Wait, if Punch called to complain... Punch had nothing but praise for how you

handled the case.

I need you to clear your slate because I need you.

We're going to find those girls that are being trafficked by the Stoyanov's and

we're going to bring them home. What about the task force? Forget the task

force.

We know each other.

The good and the bad.

For better or for worse.

Are you proposing to me right now? I'm serious, Boone.

We know each other, right?

Yeah, for better or for worse.

I need someone that I know inside and out.

Someone that's not going to spring any nasty surprises on me.

I need to work this case with someone I can trust.

Read me in.

Show me your face.

Let me out of here.

Hey, give me his phone.