Sheriff, The (2026)

[bunniefuu]

[dramatic music playing]

[Weston] You're late.

[Tulip] I guess

I was a little busy.

Why didn't you already k*ll him?

[gasps]

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 b*tch?

[whimpering]

I can't hear you. What?

[g*nshots]

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.

[Weston] Great.

Fun times. More messes.

Let's take him to the park.

[men grunting]

[grunting]

You f*cked up, Mark.

You f*cked up.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Lucas] I'd say,

it's the sweetest way to go.

Like falling asleep.

[syringe spurts]

Only this time...

you don't wake up.

[Mark grunting] No!

[muffled scream]

[Lucas] Like rollin' in honey.

[Mark screams]

What's taking so long?

[Lucas] It ain't so bad.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Baldez]

Ah, sh*t! He's still alive!

sh*t. Put him down.

[Baldez and Lucas grunt]

It'll look like

he OD'd and fell in.

[laughs]

f*ck, this is taking

too f*cking long.

[suspenseful music playing]

I'm hungry.

What?

Start the car.

[suspenseful music playing]

[birds chirping]

[g*nsh*t]

[suspenseful music playing]

-Dad!

-Jack!

[Jack] Where were you?

Where were you, Dad?

Dad? [laughs]

-Dad?

-I let you down.

Dad?

[g*nsh*t]

[dramatic music playing]

[bottle cap squeaking]

[dramatic music playing]

[country rock music playing]

-[woman laughs]

-[man laughs]

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.

[country rock music playing]

-Where can we sit, Lina?

-[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?

[tense music playing]

I'd pick the next words

out of your mouth

very carefully.

And why would I do that?

Because I said so, as*h*le.

-I'm the sheriff.

-[laughs] What are you gonna do?

You gonna take me

down to the station?

You can barely stand.

[laughter]

-[coughs]

-[grunts]

[coughing]

[yells]

-My turn.

-[shotgun c*ck]

I think it's time to go.

So are we getting

those burgers to go, or...

Get out.

[laughs] 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.

[sighs]

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.

[dramatic music playing]

[phone buzzing]

This is Sheriff Light.

[man] Hey, Sheriff.

We got a body down by the lake.

-You better get down here.

-Yeah. I'll be right over.

[dramatic music playing]

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?

[dramatic music playing]

-Morning.

-Mornin'.

Got you a coffee.

-It's lavender.

-Thanks.

[Deputy Shaw]

I think you'll like it.

It's good, isn't it?

Think I'll stick

to the regular stuff.

-[chuckles]

-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.

[Deputy Shaw]

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.

[dramatic music playing]

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.

[car engine revving]

[birds chirping]

[dramatic music playing]

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 a*s see that?

I'm not blind, Shaw.

I guess

I'll bag it into evidence.

Better go tell Martin.

[elevator bell dings]

[indistinct chatter]

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.

[Jessica] Okay.

Cut me some slack, George.

He got off on a technicality.

Uh, it doesn't matter.

Here, you know this guy?

-No.

-[George] Oh, God.

-No, no, no. Please.

-Here we go again.

Oh. Just--[sighs].

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.

[water bubbling]

[grunts]

Hey, Martin.

[on intercom] Sheriff Light.

Are you home?

We need to talk.

Come around! I'm in the pool!

-Hey, Nick.

-Hey, Martin.

-[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.

[laughs]

Uh, I'm sure

it's five o'clock somewhere.

Come on, have a seat.

[Nick sighs]

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 m*rder*d?

[Nick] 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.

[dramatic music playing]

[phone buzzing]

-Well, I'll be damned.

-Hey, Dad.

I haven't heard from you in--

I can't remember when.

-How are you?

-[Nick] 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.

[Nick] 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.

[birds chirping]

[luggage zipping]

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. [chuckles]

Yes, it is indeed.

[chuckles] Yeah.

And I'm sure you would agree

that every newly elected mayor

needs a good watch.

What with all

those meetings and whatnot.

[chuckles]

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. [laughs]

Have a good day, Bobby.

You too, Sheriff. You too.

[telephone ringing]

Hmm.

[dramatic music playing]

[car door slams]

-Hey.

-This is a surprise.

-Yeah. [chuckles]

-[Lina] 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?

-[Lina] 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.

[sighs] Thank you, Lina.

Of course. [sighs]

Lina,

it's okay.

I'm sorry

I didn't tell you sooner.

Thanks.

[Jasper] Coming by

the ranch anytime soon?

[blood splatters]

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

-Yeah? Uh-hmm.

-I mean, to check the cows.

The damn cows,

sometimes they act

like they got sh*t for brains.

-[laughs]

-Where'd they get it?

[Jasper] Evening, Sheriff.

Evening, Jasper.

-[Deputy Shaw] Evening.

-Hey.

[Jasper] 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.

[suspenseful music playing]

Son.

[Jack] Dad!

Where were you?

[sirens wailing]

Sheriff, you all right?

I'm fine, Shaw.

That tattoo looks familiar.

Yeah. Maybe it's a--

I don't know, a local g*ng?

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 as*h*le.

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.

-[Deputy Shaw] Night, Sheriff.

[ambient music playing]

[car door slams shut]

[sighs]

[knocks on door]

-Hey. Need some help?

-Yeah.

-Smells good.

-[Nick] Yeah.

-I'm cooking your favorite.

-Matambre?

No. [laughs]

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.

-[speaks Spanish]

-[Nick chuckles]

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... [chuckles]

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.

-[luggage wheel rolling]

[dramatic music playing]

-[telephone ringing]

-[Beth] Hey...

[Deputy Shaw] Hmm?

Does this look

like a hotel to you?

You like what?

Three sugars, right?

All right.

[exhales deeply]

[people talking indistinctly]

[tense music playing]

[telephone ringing]

[knocks on door]

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.

-[objects clinking]

-[chuckles]

Jack thought this made him

look like a movie star.

-You kinda do.

-[scoffs]

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.

-[Jessica groans]

[suspenseful music playing]

[birds chirping]

-[phone ringing]

-Hey, what's up Shaw?

[Deputy 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.

[Deputy Shaw] Okay.

[suspenseful music continues]

Enzo.

[Enzo] Okay. I'm coming.

[exhales deeply]

I know that he's here.

[ice clinking]

[footsteps approaching]

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.

[pensive music playing]

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.

[chuckles] I figured

it'd make a nice focal point.

[tongue clicks] You know, I do

have to give it to you, Enzo.

It takes a lot of money

to buy a place like this.

[Enzo] 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?

[sighs] 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.

-[exhales deeply]

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.

[scoffs] Show. All right, Enzo.

I'm sure you could use

all the rehearsals you can get.

Ouch. Deputy.

-[Deputy Shaw] Yeah?

-Entrance only.

I knew that.

[ominous music playing]

[soft emotional music playing]

-[intense music playing]

-What are you looking for, Dad?

There's no fish out there.

I'm looking for you, Jack.

[intense music fading]

[door creaking]

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.

[intense music playing]

[Bobby J]

How much they paying you

to come all the way out here?

Not enough, that's for sure.

[paper rustling]

[camera shutters]

Oh. Find anything interesting?

Not yet. Oh.

-Cheers.

-[glasses clinking]

Hey, why don't we take

these out on the deck?

It's just too nice

a day out there today.

[birds chirping]

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?

[suspenseful music playing]

Ugh, of course.

It's out of focus.

-[Nick] ...to you.

-[Jessica] ...the candles.

[Jessica & Nick]

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Jack

Happy birthday to you

[Jessica] A little bite.

A little bite.

Just a little one?

This is all mine.

-What are you talking about?

-[Nick laughing]

[car engine revving up]

[phone buzzing]

Hey, Shaw.

Hey, Sheriff. Uh...

you got a minute?

What's up?

[sighs] That guy, Enzo,

he's just a hard read.

[Nick] 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.

[telephone ringing]

[dramatic music playing]

You're gonna tell her?

I don't know what to say.

You should.

She deserves to know.

[car door closes]

You weren't home.

So I figured

you might be up here.

I miss him.

Yeah, me too.

[sighs]

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.

-[Nick] 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?

[bird cawing]

She could've said no.

Wow. That's it?

What do you want me

to do, Jessie?

Go kick his a*s 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 m*rder?

What do you want me to say?

Anything.

Just make it make sense?

[scoffs] 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.

[Jessica] "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.

[sighs]

[car engine revving up]

[dramatic music playing]

[crickets chirping]

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey, Beth. I, uh...

I need you

to run a plate for me.

[upbeat music playing]

-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 g*ng

in the back moving drugs.

Thought you were done with that.

[Enzo sighs]

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.

-[chuckles]

[crickets chirping]

Hmm.

[exhales]

Hmm.

[rock music playing]

[audience cheering

and applauding]

[indistinct chatter]

I've been revving up

My engine

Got my eyes on the prize

Ain't no room

For second place

Ain't no time for goodbyes

I'm a lone wolf

On the highway

Chasing the sun

Got my foot on the pedal

This race has just begun

I'm going the distance

I'm breaking the chains

I'm a b*llet in the wind

I'm a runaway train

[crickets chirping]

-[rock music playing]

-[indistinct chatter]

All right. Later.

[tense music playing]

[van engine revving up]

[car engine revving up]

[car beeping]

[tense music playing]

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.

[dramatic music playing]

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.

[chuckles]

[police siren wailing]

[tense music playing]

Hey, Beth, I got a 10-38

on Old Danvers Road.

[suspenseful music playing]

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 f*cking 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 f*cking write, Deputy?

-Yeah, I bet

you f*cking wish I did.

[grunting]

[g*nshots]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[panting]

[van engine revving up]

[dramatic music playing]

She's gone.

I can see that.

What are you gonna do about it?

Maybe you'll lose again.

Stop.

[suspenseful music playing]

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 k*lled.

I--look at my face.

I told you

to go stake the place out.

I didn't tell you to go

get your a*s 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.

[sighs]

Fine.

You need to take it easy.

And keep your phone on, Sheriff.

-You hear what I said?

-Yeah, I heard you.

Drive carefully.

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

[computer notification swishes]

[phone dings]

That was fast.

-Yeah, it's Harper.

-[Rodney] You b*stard!

Oh, Rodney.

Oh, you saw that. Yeah.

-[Rodney] That was my story.

-Well, I beat you to it.

I mean, you should be

used to it by now.

[Rodney] You weren't supposed

to print my photograph.

Yeah.

Well, he looks bad in a tuxedo.

-That's the end of the story.

-[Rodney] You still owe me.

Rodney, I wish I had

more time to talk with you.

-[Rodney] George.

-[George] Goodbye, Rodney. Bye.

-[Rodney] George!

-[blows air] f*ck.

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?

[sighs] 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.

[groans]

Thanks, George.

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

Got you, Bobby.

[birds chirping]

God, this place is a dump.

[footsteps]

[birds chirping]

Sheriff's Department!

[sighs]

Open up!

Hurry up, Enzo!

Okay.

I'm coming.

Give me a minute.

[duck quacking]

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.

[Deputy Shaw] 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.

[ominous music playing]

What do you wanna know?

We have a warrant for Tulip

for attempted m*rder

on my deputy.

And he's also a suspect

in Mark's death.

-Do you know where he is?

-[duck quacking]

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.

[Enzo] 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 g*ng insignia?

[Enzo] 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 k*lled.

I swear I don't have anything

to do with it anymore.

[Nick]

Then who runs the operation?

I don't ask questions.

I'm not an idiot.

[scoffs]

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.

[duck quacking]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Weston] 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.

-[Weston] 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?

-[Tulip sighs]

Finish up here.

Leave 'em be for now.

[tense music playing]

[door knocks]

[tense music playing]

[sighs]

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.

[Jessica] I actually have

a couple more questions

for the story, if that's okay.

Yeah. Okay.

Come on in.

Have a seat.

[door closes]

[sighs]

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.

[tense music playing]

What is this?

I don't know.

You tell me.

Are you insinuating

that I wrote this?

The writing looks

identical to me.

[tense music playing]

[loud bangs]

What a dumbass I feel like.

I thought

you put the past behind us.

[breathes heavily]

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.

[sighs]

[door bangs]

[tense music playing]

[phone buzzing]

[birds chirping]

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.

[birds chirping]

[car engine revving]

[tense music playing]

[sighs]

[kettle whistling]

[dramatic music playing]

[metal clanks]

[Bobby J]

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.

-[Bobby J murmurs]

Ah, thank you, Charlie.

[clears throat]

[dramatic music playing]

[phone buzzing]

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. [chuckles]

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, [stammering] Jessica

showed me this letter

that insinuated that...

I had something to do

with the death of her brother.

Well, that sounds absurd.

[Bobby]

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.

[birds chirping]

[tense music playing]

[Tulip] Hey, what's up?

Listen, I need you

to run a few errands for me.

[Tulip]

All right, consider it done.

[suspenseful music playing]

[objects clanking]

[car engine revving]

[birds chirping]

So how you wanna do this?

You check that building.

I'll get the train cars.

-Copy that.

-Be careful.

You too, Sheriff.

[birds chirping]

[metal clanking]

[classical piano music playing]

[sighs deeply]

[classical violin music

playing intensifies]

Step away from the table.

Come on, step away

from the table.

Come on, step away.

Now, turn around.

[classical music playing]

It's only a business.

[g*nsh*t]

[tense music playing]

Shaw.

Shaw, do you copy?

Suspect in train car.

Shaw!

[g*n c*ck]

Don't do it, son.

[classical music playing]

Don't do it.

[g*nshots]

[g*nshots]

[tense music playing]

[grunting, groaning]

[g*nshots]

[tense music playing]

[g*nshots]

Ah, God. sh*t!

I warned you, son.

f*ck! You f*cking shot me!

[Deputy Shaw panting]

[tense music playing]

[grunts]

I'm over it, man.

[g*nsh*t]

[tense music playing]

-[panting]

-Are you all right, Deputy?

-Still breathing.

-Come on, buddy, come on.

Come on. Let's go.

[Bobby J] Charlie?

Can you get me

my sports coat, please?

[Charlie] Yes, boss.

[sniffs]

[sighs]

Thank you.

Okay. Ready to roll?

[Tulip whistling]

Hey.

-Who are you?

-[Tulip] I'm Tulip.

Get in the f*cking van.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Are you gonna sh**t me

in broad daylight here?

-[g*nsh*t]

-Jesus Christ!

-You're crazy!

-Yeah.

-Now, get in the f*cking 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 k*ll 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 sh*t

he stepped in

and scraped off

the bottom of his shoe.

-You'll see.

-Yeah. f*ck you.

[g*nshots]

[tense music playing]

[water splattering]

Hey. How does it go

with Tulip's guys?

[Nick] 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 as*ault

and trafficking.

But get this,

he was never convicted.

-Someone's pulling the strings.

-[Beth] 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.

[pot clanking]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door creaks open]

Hi!

Honey, I'm home.

[groaning]

[suspenseful music playing]

[grunts]

Come on. It smells good in here.

-What are you cooking?

-[grunts]

-You wanna play like that?

-[Jessica groans]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Tulip] You're making this hard

for yourself, Jessica.

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

-[Jessica grunts]

-[screams] f*ck!

Not very f*cking nice, was it?

f*ck!

You know, they told me

not to k*ll you,

but I think I f*cking will.

-[grunts]

-[groaning]

f*ck!

[tense music playing]

[car engine revving]

[grunts]

[laughing maniacally]

f*ck.

[phone buzzing]

Yeah?

Now, we got a problem.

What happened?

Did you get Bobby J

and the girl?

No. I got Bobby J,

but that b*tch got away.

Meet me at the spot.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

You understood?

Yeah, I f*cking heard you.

[sighs deeply]

[suspenseful music playing]

-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.

[suspenseful music playing]

[car approaching]

[car door opens]

[Tulip exhales]

Well, you look like sh*t.

Where the f*ck's Martin?

Martin sent me.

You know,

if Isabella was still alive,

none of this sh*t

would've happened.

No. This is all on you.

This is your mess.

You never should've k*lled Mark.

It wasn't a part of the plan.

Mark was a f*cking snitch,

all right?

I did what I f*cking had to do.

Are you gonna f*cking help me?

-You know, Tulip.

-What?

I never really liked you.

f*ck you.

[g*nshots]

[suspenseful music playing]

[phone ringing]

[phone buzzing]

Is it done?

[Weston] Yeah, it's done.

Listen, Bobby J has got a watch

and Tulip's got a lighter.

Bring them.

Meet me at the house.

[Weston] All right.

[suspenseful music playing]

[door opens]

Well, this is a mess, Martin.

[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.

[dramatic music playing]

[Nick] 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 k*lled.

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.

[car approaching]

[suspenseful music playing]

[car door slams]

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.

[tense music playing]

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 m*rder.

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.

[suspenseful music playing]

[grunts]

[g*nsh*t]

[grunts, groans]

Did you k*ll my boy?

Does it matter now?

Did you?

Like all fathers...

[dramatic music playing]

[grunting]

[Jack] What are you

staring at, Dad?

Jessica.

She's safe now.

[siren wailing on a distance]

[dramatic music playing]

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.

[dramatic music playing]

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.

[dramatic music playing]

[country music playing]

[singer] Cold night

Hot day

I can feel you coming

From a mile away

You wanna take from me

I can take from you

If I get blood on my hands

That ain't nothing new

This town ain't good for you

Sit your a*s down

In this chair

And I'mma tell you

What I'm gonna do

I'mma raise my hand

I'mma testify

And I'mma pray to God

That he forgives my sins

Before I die

Freedom ain't it free

These days

I gotta pay the price

With blood on my hands

And man that ain't okay

I see them

I see them coming my way

I gotta pay the price

With blood on my hands

Somebody's gotta pay

Freedom it ain't free

These days

I gotta pay the price

With blood on my hands

And man that ain't okay

I see them

I see them coming my way

I gotta pay the price

With blood on my hands

Somebody's gotta pay

Freedom it ain't free

These days

I gotta pay the price

With blood on my hands

Somebody's gotta pay