Sheriff Country

- 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.

You think you're one of the last people

to see Zoey?

You took her to the festival.

- Then what happened? - We hung out until

they set the effigy on fire. Then she blew me off.

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.

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.

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.

Leila? Yes.

- Thanks for coming out, Mickey. - 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

J.J. Reyes?

Hey! Hey!

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.

Extra Tapatíos in the bag.

Amber, you are the best.

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!

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.

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.

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