Silo

Why did you wanna hide this?

- Who is it? - Porter.

Two secs.

Thanks.

I'm guessing he had his skull crushed in with the butt of his own shotgun.

It couldn't have been easy.

Marnes was made of iron, anger and spite.

Who are you?

- This is Paul Billings. He's your... - Oh.

That's the guy you wanted to be sheriff.

He's your new Chief Deputy.

The old one's not even cold.

Well, Marnes was right. Someone really wanted him dead.

Do we have control of this?

- His door was open. A neighbor found him. - Can we keep a lid on it?

We could try.

If we don't, we're fucked.

This could've all been avoided if our new sheriff had posted someone

- to watch Marnes tonight. - Your new sheriff offered, and he said no.

- So I heard. You should've ignored him. - Oh, you heard, huh?

Yeah. I stopped by and saw him and his bloody nose.

- Who gave him a bloody nose? - One of his many fans.

It's the mortuary team.

All right... let's go to my office.

My new office.

Can you tell them to give me a minute?

One minute.

Hey, uh, you can go in.

I'm only gonna be mayor for a few months,

so I'm gonna try to drink as much of Mayor Jahns's liquor as I can.

Hmm.

So...

What do we do?

Just keeping pumping the official line.

Two older people walked the Silo, it was too much for them.

- See your doctor... - No, we bury them together.

Sorry, what?

One funeral. One grave. Conservation of resources.

Times like this, people don't give a shit about conservation.

But...

- we could say they were in love. - Were they?

The way they nagged at each other, I always wondered.

Mmm. Doesn't matter, though.

I don't know if there's anything in the Pact about a double funeral.

- Paul? - For a married couple, but, um...

- The mayor can make an exception. - Why would the mayor do that?

So it becomes the story, Rob.

A couple of old servants of the Silo, enjoying a late bloom of love,

looking to spend their golden years together,

only to have their lives cut tragically short.

If they were in a relationship, it was unsanctioned.

At their age, who gives a fuck?

And if people do care, it's even better. Gets people talking about forbidden love.

Anything but murder.

We need a distraction.

It's a good idea, Sheriff.

For a distraction, the judge suggested we offer a Forgiveness Holiday.

- It's good for morale. - It's good for Judicial.

Now, let's push the story that they were in love.

Then I am going to announce a Race to the Top.

Say Mayor Jahns loved a good footrace.

Award the Jahns trophy to the victor.

People love an excuse to drink beer and yell.

Jahns hated those races.

She always thought they would get out of hand.

Hmm.

I'll let you two go. Get some sleep.

Sheriff, would you stay a minute?

You know, you're the reason I stopped by to see Marnes last night.

I said we should make Paul sheriff now.

Marnes said to wait.

Not because he thought you'd succeed.

He figured you'd realize you were in over your head

and slink back down to Greasetown on your own.

All right. All right, that's enough. Give it a rest, Rob.

You don't like it.

I'm installing Billings as Chief Deputy without your say-so.

Have you read the Pact?

Yeah, some of it.

Start with the section on your department.

It doesn't explicitly say that a sheriff should kiss Judicial's ass,

but it's pretty much the subtext on every page.

Um...

This morning, I ran a program

to create a data set of Silo residents under the age of 46.

A number I arrived at by taking 40 and adding 6.

Forty being the amount of years that Ruth Jahns served as mayor,

and six being the age of basic societal awareness,

giving a total...

of 5,496 Silo residents

out of the current population of 10,112,

for whom Ruth Jahns was the only mayor they ever knew.

Mm-hmm.

Mayor Jahns was a trusted and beloved leader

because she knew the residents of the Silo,

and they knew her.

Thankfully, I am but an interim mayor

until someone can be elected

to fill Ruth Jahns's very large shoes.

Um, and not her literal shoes because she...

Actually, her feet were rather small.

Hmm.

Uh, Sheriff.

Would you like to say a few words about Deputy Marnes?

Um...

I honestly don't know what to say about Marnes.

He and I didn't exactly, um, hit it off.

He, uh, he didn't want me as, um, sheriff.

I think he shared that with a lot of people, I guess.

I didn't want the job at first.

But then I was told that if the mayor asks you to serve,

you-you serve.

And here I am, speaking at Marnes's burial,

in front of people who knew him better than I did.

Sad people.

I'm not... I'm not sad.

I, um... I mean, it's... it's sad that he died, of course.

But his... His life, their lives, they, um...

they're worth celebrating.

They dedicated their lives to the Silo, like we all do every day.

Like everyone does, from the Up Top to the Down Deep.

Hear us, oh, Founders.

Ruth Jahns and Samuel Marnes served your Silo with their spirit,

and now will serve with their flesh.

Death into life.

Circle without end.

Hank?

- Jules. - Hey.

- Hey. - What are you doing here?

Oh, I, uh... I got an invite to the burial.

Really? I didn't see you there.

Yeah. Um, funerals aren't really my thing.

Yeah, they're not really anyone's thing.

I'll pay my respects heading back down.

Walk said that, uh,

you found somebody to help with the George stuff?

Yeah, we buried him today.

- Marnes? - Mmm.

Shit.

Hey. Are, um... those supposed to be for me?

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah?

Look, you can't send a guy up 144 levels with a tin of hush puppies

- and not expect him to eat a couple. - There's one left.

- I'm a big guy. - Mmm.

- How are you? - Good. Yeah, I'm okay.

Walk sent you, didn't she?

Yeah, and Shirley.

Yeah. 'Cause they're worried about me?

Jules, everybody's worried about everything.

On the way up, I said hey to my cousin on 72,

and he asked if, um, it's safe for his kids to go to school.

- It's a dangerous time in the Silo and... - And you're wondering if I can do this.

No, that's not what I'm saying.

- It's what it sounds like. - Hey, would you listen to me?

I know you can do anything you put your mind to.

But I also know that none of us can do any of this alone.

Now, look, I've never won Deputy of the Year or nothing,

but if you need anything,

I'm just a tin of hush puppies away.

Deputy.

Sheriff.

- Hey, Hank. - Yeah?

I don't like you.

- I got that. - You're not qualified to be sheriff.

Can't disagree. Anything else?

Holston Becker was the best sheriff this Silo's ever seen.

Marnes told me that something happened between you two,

and that's why Holston went out to clean.

Hmm. Well, Marnes was wrong.

You took this job to find out who killed George Wilkins.

When Wilkins died, the Down Deep deputy sent a message.

Said an engineer named Nichols claimed Wilkins was murdered.

Now the first thing you do when you get up here is ask for Wilkins' file.

Here's the deal. Everything in this office goes through me.

Yeah, you wanna get anything done,

whether it's find out who killed Wilkins or get a new pencil,

you're gonna do what I want.

What's that?

Find out who killed Marnes.

Right. That's my job, so...

I don't mean just going along with whatever patsy Judicial serves up.

- I mean, find out who really did it. - Why would Judicial serve up a patsy?

Because Judge Meadows doesn't give a shit about the truth.

No, the only thing she cares about is maintaining order.

And when a mayor and a deputy get murdered,

things could get disorderly fast.

No, they're gonna wanna find the nearest warm body to pin it on.

Expect you to go along with it,

so you can keep the shiny badge and the nice apartment.

But that would be a mistake on your part,

because they also wanna get you out and Billings in.

Isn't that what you want?

Honestly, I may want you to find out who killed Marnes,

but Marnes, he wouldn't give a shit.

He just wouldn't want Judicial sending some poor bastard

out to clean that doesn't deserve it.

I'll be back after lunch.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna try and figure out who killed Marnes.

Well, you should take Deputy Billings with you.