Brigham City

- Hey, Bish. - Morning, Jamie.

Have you heard from Jared? How's he doing?

His new companion's kind of weird.

But they got a couple baptisms.

Well, good for him.

Hey, Wes.

Hey, April. How's little Mac?

- Hey, Bishop. - How's the bun?

- The bun's fine, thanks. - It's the oven we're worried about.

The oven is fine, too.

Wes, Sister Perkins is inside.

I don't know what she wants. She won't talk to me.

All right.

- Your check's the receipt. - Thanks, Peg.

- Morning, Bishop. - Morning, Barbara.

Well, look who finally decided to drag his butt out of bed.

Don't know why everybody calls you Bishop.

Maybe that's because he's the bishop.

He's a bishop. There's 1 7 bishops in this town

but there's only one sheriff.

- Anything important in here? - Is there ever?

Besides, bishops aren't supposed to have mustaches.

Just trying to be more like Jesus.

They're also not supposed to be smart-alecks.

Judy Perkins.

- What am I, invisible here? - I already told you--

you've been dead for six weeks. You just don't know it.

- Good morning, Stu. - Morning, Sheriff.

I'll be dead someday, you know.

And I'm sure you'll still be hanging around my office.

,' You're gonna miss me when I'm gone... ,'

Don't you start singing that country music.

,' You're gonna miss me when I'm gone ,'

,' You're gonna miss me... ,'

Um...

I need to talk to you about a problem I'm having.

Is this temporal or spiritual?

Pardon?

Are you here to talk with your sheriff, or your bishop?

Oh... my bishop.

In that case, could this wait until Sunday?

I generally don't like to do church business

while I'm on the county clock.

I'm sorry.

Normally, I wouldn't, but...

I really need to get this off my chest.

All right.

Um...

Would you mind--

I've never had to confess my sins

to a man wearing a gun before.

Oh.

Sorry.

Thanks, Judy.

Peg: Just got a call from the development.

A couple of boys are mixing it up.

- I'll go. - No, you won't.

You're not an officer anymore.

Yeah, well, I could be if you'd deputize me.

- I'm not going to do it. - What am I supposed to do,

just take out the trash and sweep the floor?

Just be retired, for crying out loud.

Peg: Why don't you go home and do some crossword puzzles?

Maybe you should take up golf. I hear old people enjoy that.

Maybe you should all go straight to hell.

I got 1 5, maybe 20 good years left.

I'll outlive all of you birds, anyway.

That may be, but you're still not going out.

I can out-ride you. I can out-shoot you.

We don't ride anymore, Stu, we drive.

Wes, your gun.

Oh.

That's all right, I'll just stay here with old Peg, then.

Old Peg?

Prettier than either one of you.

Why don't you just take him with you?

Peg's practically married, Stu, and don't you forget it.

That's right. Maggie's looking down on you.

Maggie's probably got better things to do than look down on me.

,' You're gonna miss me when I'm gone... ,'

Oh, good heavens.

- ( news radio playing ) - Terry, I don't want...

to listen to the news.

That's the real world going on out there. The outside world.

What makes you think I don't know what's going on out there?

I'm sick of it.

kids with guns-- it's the same story over and over again.

I'm tired of it.

You will be, too, by the time you're my age.

Your age? You talk like you're older than Stu.

You just can't pretend it all doesn't happen.

- That's all I'm saying. - It doesn't happen.

Not here.

Here's all I care about.

There's something worth listening to.

Country music-- now that's a crime.

That's scary stuff, Wes.

You're an old man, you know that?

You're the youngest old man I've ever known.

,' So I tell you how I yearn for you... ,'

- Wes: We got a call about a fight. - Man: Oh, yeah.

That didn't amount to much, just guys blowing off some steam.

Which ones?

Come on, Wes. A few punches being thrown, a few names being called.

I stepped in and it was over before it even got started.

What were they fighting about?

A woman. And one guy called another guy a spic,

and before you know it, the fists are flying.

It's all patched up then?

Yeah, no trouble at all. Just like I said,

it was over before it even got started.

Will you look at this?! I could see a church right there,

two more off that way,

and another one going up over there!

I've never seen so many churches in all my life, man.

- Is that one of them? - That's one of them.

I love this town! Where I come from,

we got taverns on every corner, and whorehouses in-between, man!

I'm glad you like it. Now get to work.

All right, I think I will.

If you ever finish that house I just may let you buy it.

Worker: I might do that, I just might.

Sure is an extroverted type.

You don't want to arrest a potential citizen?

We don't want to discourage growth, now do we, Sheriff?

I wouldn't mind slowing it down a bit.

You trying to put me out of business?

I'm just trying to keep things reined in.

All the construction on the roads,

all your out-of-towners coming in for work.

Everything's torn up from here to Salt Lake.

Tell me, Bishop, how many men in your ward are out of work?

Only the ones that want to be.

That's right. Prosperity.

And it ain't going to be this way forever.

1 0 years ago, I was living in a trailer park.

Let's enjoy this while we got it.

Growing pains, that's all.

That's right. Can't stay young forever.

Terry: How much money do you think Ralph makes?

What, in a year?

I don't know, a couple hundred thousand.

Terry: We're cops. What are we doing being cops?

I got everything I need.

Real estate keeps going up.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to buy anything.

Terry, I'm paying you as much as I can.

I know that, Wes. Just--

sometimes I think I ought to go back to work for Ralph again,

you know, learn how he does it.

I got to start putting money away for my kids,

for their missions, college.

Sure do miss her.

She was the only one who'd listen to my missionary stories.

You want a minute?

Yeah.

All right.

Thanks.

Terry: What's up?

Just some car. I want to check this out.

Whoa.

Now that's a car.

Pop that glove box-- see if you can find my ticket book.

- ( phone ringing ) - Sheriff's office.

- I need you to do something. - Shoot.

Get Ryan Parker on the phone. Have him meet me at the Evans homestead.

Tell him to come right away. We got a signal seven.

- Okay. Will do. - Give me the number...

- for the FBI office in Salt Lake. - Roger.

Thanks.

What's a signal seven?

What the heck is a signal seven?

That's a dead body.

I need you to go into town and get Ed Gray.

We're going to need his tow truck.

Look what they did to her.

They didn't have to leave her like that.

- Are you Wes Clayton? - Sheriff Clayton, yes.

- Are you the one who found the body? - Yes, I did.

Agent #2: Have you identified the victim?

No, that's an out-of-state car. That's why I called you in.

- Okay, great. Thanks. - Agent #2: Don't go away.

- Sheriff? - Hey, chief.

I never expected to make a business trip to Brigham.

Oh, I know it.

We can'tjust let these guys in here.

We got to finish our investigation.

We don't have an investigation.

- Is that all right? - That's great. Thanks.

That lady died in our town. We got to take care of this.

We don't have to take care of anything.

This doesn't have anything to do with our town.

- What's going on? - There's been a killing.

- It's California plates. - Terry: Wes--

That's an out-of-state vehicle. We were just another exit ramp.

It could have happened anywhere.

This is right in our own back yard.

People don't even lock their doors in our town.

I don't want them to start.

This doesn't have anything to do with anybody in our town