Sheriff Country (2025) s01e14 Episode Script

1
- Previously on Sheriff Country
- Why do you want to be sheriff?
Sheriff Fred died. I stepped in.
That's right.
The job fell into your lap.
Rotary thinks we need someone
with a clearer vision.
CASSIDY: You think you're one
of the last people to see Zoey?
You took her to the festival.
- Then what happened?
- ERIC: We hung out until
they set the effigy on fire.
Then she blew me off.
HANK: That's your sister's file.
Nine girls. All went missing around
the time of the Blood Moon Festival.
I think Edgewater has a
serial killer on its hands.
MICKEY: Is it just me, or is the
Blood Moon Goddess getting creepier?
Nothing creepy about the
cash the Rotary takes in.
"When the Goddess burns,
the money churns."
Yeah, the OG hippies of
Edgewater would have hated you.
Hey, we still sell hemp necklaces.
Yeah, at a 20% markup?
More like 50.
(Van exclaims)
(sharp inhale) Leila.
Tell me how am I
supposed to shape the eye
without a 5/8ths plane?!
Yeah.
Let's not disturb the artist at work.
VAN: Leila? Yes.
- Thanks for coming out, Mickey.
- VAN: Yes, that one.
- We should talk security.
- Bring it up.
I was thinking, uh, eight deputies,
especially given the
last festival's brawl.
Brawl?
It was three drunks.
You guys shut down the beer garden,
dropped revenue 20%.
I had to call Sheriff Fred
myself to get him to reopen it.
Look, this is your first
festival as sheriff.
Let my event security
guys take the lead.
You're like a ref in the playoffs.
You got to swallow your
whistle and let 'em play.
Is that why you got
me out here, Punch
for bad sports analogies?
Look, it's my job to protect the public.
That's part of your job.
Another part is managing the budget.
And a large chunk of that
budget comes from the festival.
- Now come meet some folks.
- Who are they?
The new sponsors
Heatwave Energy Drink.
They want to meet the hero
of the Edgewater Siege.
Play ball, Mickey.
MICKEY: The Blood Moon Festival
was Burning Man before Burning Man.
Back in '68, a couple of hippies
and some free spirits came
for a lunar eclipse, a-a blood moon.
They dropped acid, wrote their wishes
down in these little burlap sacks
here you go
and offered 'em up to the Goddess.
So like a trippy Santa Claus?
We've done away with the LSD.
It's a family-friendly event now.
And a cash cow.
My wish is that,
with Heatwave on board,
we can clear seven figures.
As you can see,
the festival has evolved.
9:00 tomorrow night,
we light up the effigy
and livestream it from a dozen angles.
The crowds ever get out of control?
Worst we ever have is a
kid lost in the corn maze.
- (chuckles)
- Look, it's my job to make sure
that it is a fun and
profitable night for Edgewater.
That's the thing about Sheriff Fox.
Nobody gets her job like she does.
You got a candy bar or something?
- I'm starving.
- (drawer opens)
(drawer closes)
What makes it for women?
Aside from the estrogen?
Am I crazy, Hank?
Mickey put me on desk duty
for getting out over my skis.
And now I'm bringing her this theory
that Edgewater has a serial killer,
and my one piece of evidence
is an 18-year-old jawbone.
Campbell, if you are not
sold on your theory,
I am happy to bring it to Mickey myself.
And, as a matter of fact,
it is my case, too, after all.
I got this.
Yo.
J.J. Reyes ring a bell?
Car thief.
With an outstanding bench warrant.
Yeah. Well,
he just ordered the pancake
special at the Meat Up.
Our foreman saw the BOLO.
Chang's on his way,
- but he's 20 minutes out.
- I'm on it.
Hey. Reyes is slippery.
Wait for Chang before you make a move.
- Yeah. I got it.
- Yeah?
Yeah.
HANK: Yeah. That's him, all right.
Good thing you called us.
- I didn't call anybody.
- Uh-huh.
Hey, can I get my usual?
Spicy breakfast burrito,
- extra
- Extra spice?
You got it, sweetheart.
Losing my faith is nothing sacred ♪
I ain't bitter, baby ♪
I'm just saying ♪
You could blame me ♪
Or blame it on the luck of the draw ♪
I'll blame it on the
luck of the draw ♪
HANK: J.J. Reyes?
Hey! Hey!
(grunting)
I can't go to jail! Not today!
Oh, what's the matter, man,
you got plans? Got somebody's
- car to steal?
- Come on, man.
- Not today.
- Yes.
Today. But don't worry.
I will keep this safe for you.
Enjoy your meal.
Dispatch, you can reroute Deputy Chang.
Suspect is now in custody.
You're welcome.
Oh. Shoot.
(door closes)
Extra Tapatíos in the bag.
Amber, you are the best.
- (engine revving)
- (tires squealing)
No! Damn
Losing a service vehicle
- is a fireable offense.
- Please, Mickey
Sheriff Fox.
- Please let me fix this.
- Like hell.
Go sit in the bullpen
and stare at the wall.
Deputy Boone and I need to
discuss your future here.
Door!
(door closes)
Can you believe this idiot?
Over a damn burrito.
I
If it weren't for the
festival and the fact
that I cannot spare a deputy right now,
you'd both be sidelined.
Why, what did I do?
You sent him to go pick up Reyes.
I told him to wait for Chang.
You know Hank is a hothead,
and you put him on that detail.
Well, I'm sorry that I
couldn't leave the ECSO
because the sheriff was busy
giving VIP tours at the festival.
You were the presiding officer, Boone.
When you're in charge,
you're not only responsible
for your mistakes, but everybody else's.
It's called being a leader.
Now go fix it.
Hey, Mickey, can you meet me
in the war room? It's important.
Nine women, Mickey.
Over 20 years.
All while Fred Watkins was sheriff.
These women lived on
the margins. Runaways.
Drug addicts. A sex worker.
A few of them reported missing.
Most of them I came across.
MICKEY: This is your sister.
Zoey.
Well, they definitely all fit a type.
All of these women went missing
within a few days of the
Blood Moon Festival,
three of 'em from the festival itself.
That doesn't mean they were murdered.
Do you have any physical evidence?
Jessica Winters.
Reported missing 48 hours
after the Blood Moon Festival in 2008.
Six months later, her jawbone was found
in a remote area of Deadwater.
Right. A hunting dog found it.
I was a junior deputy at the time.
As I recall, they searched the area,
but came up with nothing.
Jessica's death was ruled inconclusive.
The deputies thought that it
may have been a drug killing.
It is Deadwater.
But I don't buy it.
I think this town has a
serial killer on the loose.
Cassidy, uh, you have a theory
a decent theory
but what you have is one jawbone,
no evidence of murder,
let alone a string of them.
So, let me go search the area again.
The department didn't have
ground-penetrating radar in '08.
If I can find Jessica's remains
we can get a cause of death
and rule my theory in or out.
The Blood Moon Festival
is tomorrow night, Mickey.
That is why I'm coming to you now.
If there's even a chance
that my theory is right
Okay. You're off desk duty.
Take Erica and whatever
CSI tech she's got.
You're gonna need an escort to get
up there, so call Dale Hawkins, tell him
that Sheriff Mickey Fox will
consider it a personal favor.
And Cassidy?
Good work.
AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: The number
you have dialed is no longer in service.
Does anybody know a different
number for Deadwater Dale?
The one on file is out of service.
He changes his number every two weeks.
All that wacky tabacky
has made him paranoid.
Give me a sec.
- I'll reach out to Mitchell.
- CASSIDY: Thank you.
What's up with you?
Mickey told me to stare at the
wall until further notice.
She probably didn't mean literally.
I'm not taking any chances.
Heard you're off desk duty.
At least one of us is.
Seriously, Campbell, congrats.
(drawer opens)
(drawer closes)
Little estrogen might do you some good.
Mmm.
Hank!
War room, now!
- Yes, sir!
- Good luck, burrito boy.
Hey, Erica, I need to
make one more phone call,
and then we can head out.
Roger that. I loaded Grover
into the back of the SUV.
We don't need a K-9 unit.
The remains are more than a decade old.
Any scent is long gone.
Oh, sorry. Grover's my nickname
for the ground-penetrating rover.
The P is silent.
Still waiting for a laugh on that one.
Dale's number.
I had to promise Mitchell a date.
You're buying.
Thank you.
This is everything we have on Reyes.
Every car he's boosted.
- Every address where he's bunked.
- Wait. Wait.
Shouldn't we be out there looking for
him, instead of in here doing homework?
Look where, Hank? Reyes powered
down the car's onboard computer,
which killed the GPS. Besides,
moving too fast is what
got you into this mess.
Sometimes the fastest way
to a solve is to go slow.
Here.
Get what you can off of this.
Reyes' phone?
"Active commission of a crime" exception
means we don't need a search warrant.
Unfortunately, it's locked.
Okay, uh, well, most common
passcode is four-three-two-one.
No. All right.
One, two, three, four.
No. Okay. After that,
it's, um birthdays.
And Reyes' is
November 27.
Mm!
One more and I'm locked out.
Slow down, Hank.
Yeah.
Dale said he'd be here a half hour ago.
Any idea how long to
microwave ramen for?
My daughter Wren just turned ten,
so the bus drops her off now.
The kid loves her independence.
She wants to cook everyone dinner now.
Screw this. We're not waiting.
You grab Grover, I'll take the bag.
ERICA: I've heard some
stories about Deadwater.
Last time I was up here, Mickey
and I ran into some guerrilla growers.
I thought we were dead for sure.
That must have been scary.
So, if Dale isn't coming,
what about Mickey's dad?
Wes is out of town.
Oh
Are you sure this is smart?
Nope.
Cassidy?
(gasps)
Don't make a move.
I can't see anyone.
But they can see us.
I'm the only one armed.
Train your guns on me.
Dale Hawkins promised us a safe passage.
I'm not interested in your grows.
We're looking for the
body of a murdered girl.
Her name was Jessica Winters.
Her parents died when she was four,
she bounced around the system.
No one noticed she was missing
until her grandma in Ohio
called for a wellness check.
Please.
When Bobby James went missing up here,
we scoured the earth for him,
we found him
camping outside of Fresno,
and we brought him home.
Let us do that for Jessica's family.
If you want to shoot me for trying
to get justice for a dead girl,
you're gonna have to
shoot me in the back.
Stay here. If they start shooting, run.
C-Cassidy.
Don't. They'll kill you.
MAN (in distance):
Go about your business.
Let's go.
Boone! I got something.
I broke into Reyes' phone.
The passcode was today's date.
How'd you even think to try that?
At the Meat Up, when I pinched him, he
said, "You can't arrest me, not today."
Said it twice, in fact.
Today is important to this guy,
and I think I know why.
Check out these text messages.
Talking about a delivery
at La Casa Blanca.
- And what's being delivered?
- Cake.
That is a street name for cocaine.
- Huh?
- Mm-hmm.
- Really?
- Yup.
- I know what cake is, Hank.
- Right.
And Reyes is a car thief,
not a drug dealer.
Maybe he is leveling up.
What about this Casa Blanca?
Any of his known addresses painted white?
Wait. No.
Reyes' ex-wife is named Blanca Sánchez.
It's not La Casa Blanca,
it's la casa de Blanca.
Blanca's house.
That's where the deal's going down.
334 Scarborough Road. Okay.
We're going on a stakeout.
- Yes.
- Buh, buh, buh.
You miss him, don't you?
Do you think Fred was a good sheriff?
He wasn't you.
Fred was good at staying sheriff.
He knew how to play the game, you know?
He always had Punch and the
Rotary Club on speed dial.
Do you think he had any blind spots?
Well, everybody does.
I think yours is putting
him on a pedestal.
Fred told a good story about Edgewater.
But sometimes, he ignored
things when they ran up
against his vision of
the perfect small town.
Sometimes a young deputy would
get a bee in their bonnet
about a money laundering
ring or a guerrilla grow.
And Fred would say,
"We got more crooks than we can arrest.
Not much sense looking for more."
(radio chirps) Sheriff Fox,
this is Peña, requesting backup
PUNCH: Give me that. Mickey, it's Punch.
Get your butt down to the festival.
We got a situation.
Are the handcuffs really necessary?
- Oh, Mickey, thank God.
- Thanks.
Listen, the effigy isn't finished yet,
and the festival gates
open in less than 24 hours.
You got to let him go.
Well, seems pretty straightforward.
Mr. Wainwright that's you?
Got angry when Mr. Monroe,
a security guard, asked him,
per Cal Fire safety guidelines,
to move the guardrail on the
effigy back another ten feet,
and punched him.
It was a misunderstanding, Mickey.
I have been building the
Goddess for 20 years.
People who could not
find Edgewater on a map
have seen the memes.
This town should be thanking me,
not arresting me.
Mr. Monroe, did Mr. Wainwright deck you?
I don't want to press charges.
See? He doesn't want to press charges.
Did Punch promise you anything
in exchange for not pressing charges?
That's a hell of an accusation.
- Mickey, you hurt my feelings.
- MICKEY: Look,
if you decline to press charges,
there's nothing I can do.
Like Punch said,
it was a misunderstanding.
(Mickey sighs)
Get up.
I don't want to see your face again.
Thanks, Mickey. You made the right call.
Look, uh, what's this
I hear about a burrito
and a stolen cop car?
(tapping rhythmically)
Can you stop that, bro?
Stop.
What did you think a stakeout was?
- Am I getting fired?
- That's up to Mickey.
- But she listens to you.
- (scoffs)
I'm a cop, Boone.
It's who I am.
Now, you think I'm an idiot
and Mickey wants me fired,
and my phone is blowing
up with Burrito Boy memes
from half the deputies.
Yo quiero burrito.
It's still funny, dude.
I'm not built for anything else, man.
There was this deputy
when I was in Oakland.
He lived in a rough area.
Every car on blocks, like,
break-ins every night.
He decides the safest place
to stow his service weapon
is in the oven.
One day, he's at the dentist, and there's,
like, only one magazine in the lobby.
Martha Stewart Living.
Magazine says the only way to
make perfect bacon is in the oven.
He thinks, "I'm gonna buy
some bacon on the way home."
When he gets there,
he preheats the oven.
- No.
- Yeah.
Gun starts going off.
(imitates rapid gunfire)
Dude, he's ducking, covering.
Two minutes, 20 deputies
on his doorstep.
He's Martha Stewart for
a whole entire year.
So, be thankful it's "burrito boy."
- Wow.
- Yeah.
What kind of dumbass
would put his gun
No.
All right, all right.
I like bacon, bro.
- Clearly.
- Hey, hey, hey, burrito boy, look.
That isn't Reyes.
HANK: No, but it's Blanca.
And she's on half the texts.
I say we bust her as an accomplice,
- get her to roll on Reyes.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, man.
Or
we could wait and let it play out.
Yeah, let's do that. That's better.
Yup, this is it.
The hunters walked up through here.
Dogs were off-leash.
One of 'em came back with
a jawbone in its mouth.
Why were you willing to
get us shot back there
to find a bunch of decades-old bones?
I think whoever killed Jessica
Winters took my sister Zoey.
Oh.
Then are you sure that you
want to be the one doing this?
The things Grover and I find can be
I never miss a Blood Moon Festival.
And I always write the same wish.
To see Zoey's face one more time.
So, honestly, no, I don't
want to be the one doing this,
because if we find Jessica,
it means Zoey's probably here, too.
But that's why I have to do it.
Because if I don't,
then another Zoey disappears.
Let's get started.
Hey, hey.
There he is.
Now we go.
(lively music sung in Spanish playing)
HANK: Where's my car?!
I'll tell you. I'll tell you.
I just need an hour, man. Please.
Why, so you can do another drug deal?
- Drug deal?
- Papi.
- You came.
- Are you kidding?
I'd never miss your
quinceañera, Noelita.
It's under a tarp on Oak Ridge Road.
Papi, why are the police here?
Esperanza perdida ♪
Que con tu amor y por tus besos ♪
Hello, ma'am.
Sorry we didn't call ahead.
Mr. Reyes has been helping us
- with a missing vehicle case.
- Mm-hmm.
La mujer de mi vida ♪
Perdida, eres una mentira ♪
One hour.
- Thank you.
- Que con tu amor y por tus besos ♪
Perdí mi vida ♪
I figured we can let it play out?
- Oh.
- Oh.
Yeah, sometimes cake is just cake.
Muchas gracias.
You would know Martha.
Gracias.
(groans softly)
I've searched every
square inch of this field.
Radar got no hits.
I'm sorry, Cassidy, but there's no sign
of a body in the ground up here.
Where are you?
What if the body's not in the ground?
Hold this.
Okay.
(grunts softly)
Do you see something down there?
CASSIDY: Hmm.
It's a bracelet.
- ERICA: "JW."
- Jessica Winters.
We found her.
(grunts)
There's something else down there.
(indistinct chatter in distance)
You were right.
We have two sets of female remains.
Based on the decomp, I'd say they've
been out here more than a decade.
Jessica Winters disappeared in '08.
Looks like an animal got into the
burlap sack containing the remains.
MICKEY: Which explains how
a hunting dog got ahold of her jawbone.
ERICA: Bodies were burned,
likely to remove skin and bone tissue.
Yeah, so he could create those.
ERICA: I'm assuming that these
are the remains of Jessica Winters.
Her jawbone is missing.
But I'll confirm with DNA.
Our other victim is a Jane Doe.
I'll get her teeth to
the crime lab ASAP.
Okay. How soon can you ID her?
If she's in the system, tomorrow.
Strike that, it is tomorrow.
Later today, then.
Hey. It's been a long day.
Why don't you go home, get some rest?
I'm not going anywhere.
ERICA: What is this?
MICKEY: "Make a wish."
Burlap sacks, the Eye of Judgment.
This is his ritual.
You're right. We have a
serial killer in our hands.
And the Blood Moon Festival
is his hunting ground.
Mickey, the festival opens
in less than 12 hours.
MICKEY: Punch,
I've called you twice already.
If you don't call me back in five
minutes, I'm coming to your house.
- Oh, thanks.
- That's That was
- Reyes.
- For you.
You fix it?
Yes. The cruiser's been recovered.
Reyes is now in custody.
What about our impulsive young deputy?
Huh. You forgot "undisciplined,"
"insubordinate" and "annoying."
Ugh. Believe it or not,
he had some good ideas.
I hate to admit it,
but he kind of reminds me of a
A young Nathan Boone.
Oh, yeah. I read the file.
The supervising deputies in
my first unit would throw me
into the deep end just
to watch me drown.
You're lucky that you had a mentor.
I'm not exactly thrilled with
Fred Watkins at the moment.
Cassidy was right.
These girls disappeared
right under his nose.
How's she doing?
I don't know.
Erica said she nearly got
herself killed up in Deadwater.
You're stuck with me, Campbell.
Burrito boy is here to stay.
They can't fire me
after I arrested Reyes
and recovered the car.
Can they?
(indistinct conversation)
Our Jane Doe's name is Maggie Shipley.
She was on your list.
Yes. She disappeared in 2010.
She was 19.
I hugged Wren extra tight this morning.
Thank you for looking out for our girls.
It means a lot.
We have to stop this guy, Mickey.
We will.
PUNCH: You can't shut down the festival.
You don't have the authority.
The county board of supervisors
has given the festival chair
you're looking at him
sole and exclusive authority
to cancel the festival.
Now, if you want to have me removed,
you can petition the festival committee.
You mean your golfing buddies?
Otherwise, I want those gates open so
people could come in and start tailgating.
Hell, Mickey, that's half the fun.
You're talking about tailgating, Punch?
We found two skulls with a
third eye carved into them.
Not just any third eye. That third eye.
This isn't a coincidence.
We got to shut this thing down.
Uh-huh.
And, uh, those bones were how old?
I told you. Jessica
Winters died in 2008.
And you found her in Deadwater.
Come on, Mickey.
You can't put a shovel in the ground
up there without hitting something dead.
That's why they call it Deadwater.
He took my sister. How many
more girls have to disappear?
Look you and I go back.
And despite what you think,
I respect the hell out of you.
And I know Deputy Campbell
is special to you,
but you got to ask yourself right now
are you willing to bet your
entire career on her theory?
MICKEY: I don't need to think about it.
One hundred percent.
Then I'm sure as hell
glad this isn't your call.
Open the gates.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a serial killer in Edgewater.
For the last 18 years, he's been using
the Blood Moon Festival
as his hunting ground.
We can only assume that
he will try again tonight.
But he will fail.
Because every single deputy
in this room will be there to stop him.
Tonight is about a show of force.
Deputy Campbell.
Our killer is targeting women, 18 to 26,
with dark hair, eyes, and complexions.
We need eyes on any potential victims
that match that description.
As for the suspect,
based on our timeline,
he's over 40, most likely male.
We're working on a profile,
but we won't have that tonight.
We believe it's possible he
may be working the festival,
so we are cross-referencing
every vendor,
volunteer, anybody associated
with the event against our database.
In the meantime, I want your
eyes on any suspicious behavior.
If anyone so much as pulls a
girl's pigtail, I want to know about it.
In addition to uniformed deputies,
Lieutenant Boone will lead a team
of male and female deputies
in civilian clothes.
I want Moran, Jaffin, Rodriguez
Iglesias.
(mouthing)
MICKEY: There are nine murder
victims who deserve justice.
And they will get it,
no matter how long it takes.
Tonight, we make sure
there isn't a tenth.
Dismissed.
(indistinct chatter)
Yeah, thanks for coming. Cassidy.
Social services is here.
Deputy Campbell, I brought
the files you requested.
Thanks, Stephanie.
If you take a seat,
I'll be right with you.
MICKEY: Social services?
Maggie Shipley was in the system.
I want to take a look at her file.
Maybe there's something that helps us.
I'll be right behind you.
(indistinct chatter)
(radio chirps)
BOONE: Buy you a cotton candy?
Make it a churro, and now we're talking.
Do you see anything?
Mickey. All these cops?
What the hell are you doing?
I believe it's what's
referred to as my job.
You're making a scene, Mickey.
You're freaking people out.
The only person I seem to be
freaking out right now is you, Punch.
And I got to say, it's kind of fun.
I'm done playing ball, Punch.
I don't work for you.
I don't work for the Rotary.
I don't work for the festival.
I work for the people of Edgewater.
And right now, I'm a little busy.
So what can you tell me
about Maggie Shipley?
Not much, unfortunately.
She was before my time, but I do have
her caseworker's notes here.
- Do you mind?
- No.
I'm looking for anyone she
might have associated with.
Friends, boyfriends.
I didn't see anything like that.
Just another kid who
didn't have a chance.
What's this? "A.R.T."?
Oh, art rehabilitation treatment.
It's a program the county
runs for disadvantaged kids.
I gather it was Maggie's
only positive outlet.
Status updates. Call them out.
HANK: Hank. I'm in the beer garden.
No suspicious activity aside
from the price gouging.
Twelve bucks for a light beer?
Boone. I'm at the midway.
Eyes on two women
who fit our victim profile.
All clear.
Peña. Front gate. All quiet here.
(phone rings)
Cassidy, what's up?
Mickey, I just texted you a photo.
Put eyes on Van Wainwright now.
- Van Wainwright the artist?
- Yes. He knew
Maggie Shipley.
She and another missing girl
were both in his art program.
In the early 2000s he had two
sexual assault allegations
against him in the Bay Area.
They weren't prosecuted because
the girls refused to testify.
Plus, he's been working for the festival
for the last 20 years.
The timeline fits.
We had him in custody yesterday.
CASSIDY: I'm five minutes out.
We need eyes on Van Wainwright.
Texting you a photo. Find him.
(cheering, applause)
EMCEE: Okay, Edgewater,
put your hands together for the
man whose real name is Henry,
but you all know him as
- ALL: Punch!
- Yeah!
PUNCH: Thank you. Thank you.
Are we ready to light this candle?
(cheering)
I can't hear you.
(louder cheering)
Do we have drones in the air?
Has everyone made their wishes?
(cheering)
Then may the Blood Moon Goddess
make your wishes come true.
CASSIDY: Just landed. Heading your way.
There's still no sign of him.
Punch. Where's Van Wainwright?
- I don't know. Why?
- He's a sexual predator, Punch.
He knew the victims,
and he's been working
here the whole time.
The whole time.
(indistinct conversation)
I have eyes. Wainwright's
heading to the corn maze.
- Got a woman with him.
- Cassidy, hold for backup.
I'm going in.
MICKEY: Cassidy, wait for backup.
Cassidy.
Coming in, Cassidy.
Right behind you.
You two, stay out here.
Mickey, I'm coming in from the
other side. We'll squeeze him.
- Let me come with you.
- You heard my order.
No one in, no one out.
Sheriff's business.
HANK: Drone in the air.
I see you, Cassidy.
- I'm your eyes in the sky.
- Copy that.
Call it out when you see 'em.
I got something.
Me too.
Whoa! Whoa.
HANK: I got eyes on two figures.
Take that right, then another right.
Take that left and another left,
and you're on them.
Going silent.
LEILA: No. I said stop.
Sheriff's department! Don't move!
Are you okay?
HANK: I see him.
I got him.
Where you going?
(grunting)
(grunting)
This is ridiculous.
Do No, I didn't do anything wrong.
It was consensual.
CASSIDY: Jessica Winters, 2008.
Maggie Shipley, 2010.
Zoey Campbell, 2012.
You notice any familiar faces,
Mr. Wainwright?
I want to talk to my lawyer.
MICKEY: We've got some
dots to connect, but
given his priors and his connections
to the missing women
looks like he's our guy.
His lawyer's on the way.
I'll stay, you go home.
I need you fresh for tomorrow.
The show of force worked.
No reports of missing women.
No more Zoeys.
You out of here?
No.
Boone promised to smooth
things over with Mickey,
on one condition.
That I check on Reyes in his cell every
hour on the hour till he's transferred.
Burrito boy is dead.
Long live drone daddy.
(snorts) Nice try.
No one's gonna call you that.
Give it time.
I meant are you leaving right now?
But
I'm glad you're here to stay.
Good work today, Cassidy.
How'd your mom take the news?
I haven't told her.
I don't think I have the nerve.
I get it.
But she should hear it from you.
Not the 11:00 o'clock news.
Good night, burrito boy.
Sheriff, you have no case.
We caught your client assaulting
his very young, very drunk assistant.
It's a "he said, she said."
If she even remembers
seducing my client.
Well, by tomorrow,
we expect to be able to charge him
on another ongoing investigation.
So he tells me.
A string of homicides connected
to the Blood Moon Festival.
Well, that will be difficult,
Sheriff Fox.
You see, Mr. Wainwright was out
of town for the 2010 festival
when, I believe, you told him
Maggie Shipley went missing?
His brother's wedding in Utah.
Hotel receipts, airline tickets
and a photo of the wedding party.
He was the best man.
Just because he wasn't at one
festival, doesn't mean
It's not one festival.
The last victim, two years ago
a woman named Jane Yarrow
my client wasn't even in the country.
That's him in Germany,
speaking to a crowd
of a hundred people at an art festival.
You'll note it's time-stamped.
Mr. Wainwright commissioned
a sculpture in Berlin.
His apprentice finished
the Goddess in 2024.
That hack butchered the eye.
The point is he couldn't
have taken Jane Yarrow.
He's not your killer, Sheriff.
It's Laurie. Leave a message.
(beep)
Hey, Mom.
It's me.
I know it's late,
but I need to tell you something.
I'll come by the house
at 8:00 for breakfast,
just like we used to.
I love you.
(Taser crackling)
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