Sheriff Country

Previously on Sheriff Country...

You're a good cop, Boone. That's what I told

-the sheriff down in Oakland. I'm calling

to officially offer you the job of chief deputy.

I need help with Skye.

I want you to move in with us.

My daughter's gonna spend the rest of her life

in jail if I don't find who killed Brandon.

Smith killed Brandon. There's no doubt about it.

I might not have broken the law, but I came pretty close.

Skye would still be facing a murder trial.

You're more like your old man than you want to admit.

-Welcome home. Thanks, Mom.

What in the actual hell?

Damn it, Frank was supposed to keep you out of here. Frank?

We have to hit the road in a minute.

We just thought before we went...

Look, we asked the doctor to write down your kid's gender.

She sealed it in an envelope,

we took the envelope to a bakery.

Go on, open it.

You're a good guy.

You and Frank both.

Questionable decorators, but...

I don't wanna know.

You sure?

I know it's not like

celebrating with your friends and family, but...

We should get going.

It's a long drive out of Edgewater.

Yeah, go ahead, I need a sec.

Baby's kicking up a storm.

If I pop before this frickin' trial...

* *

Get inside. Barricade the doors!

Can you not clean your gun at my table?

This is your gun.

Oh.

Thanks.

-Hey. -How was breakfast with Becca?

Is that Movie Palace Becca or Brew Barn Becca?

Brew Barn.

It was good. She, um, she's graduating college,

she's applying to grad school, and she just got engaged.

Well, good for Becca.

And I'm not doing any of that.

I'm going back to college.

Well, it's been a week since...

Since I beat a murder rap?

Hey, if that's how the lady wants to celebrate.

Yeah, besides, didn't you want me to go back to school?

I never said that.

: No, you just oozed it out of every pore of your body.

Well, wish me luck convincing the dean

that I'm ready in 500 words or less.

Well, good news is

you'll have the house back to yourself.

You're leaving, too?

You asked me to move in to help with Skye.

And if Skye's not here, guess my work here is done.

I thought you liked being alone.

What's that supposed to mean?

Fox.

Uh, I'll be right there.

I'm gonna need that gun.

Hey, those two Marshals gonna be okay?

They're lucky they hit the remote start.

That bomb was rigged to detonate when

the engine turned on. If they'd been inside the car-- whew.

Uh, she knows the crime scene is up here, right?

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Her name is Valerie Fulton.

The injured men were her Witness Protection detail.

I got a call a couple of weeks ago from WITSEC.

They'll occasionally stash a witness in Edgewater

before trial.

It's not a bad place to disappear.

Valerie is set to testify in a murder trial in federal court

in San Francisco tomorrow.

The defendant's name is Demir Boz.

Oh, I know that name from when I was in Oakland.

-Gun trafficker. -Mm.

So Valerie's boyfriend ran a club

that Boz owned as a money laundering front.

The two of them got into a dispute

and Boz killed Valerie's boyfriend right in front of her.

She managed to get away, but...

He's gonna make sure she never testifies.

According to a WITSEC informant,

Boz hired a contract killer out of the East Coast

to come after Valerie.

He watched her from over there.

I found this, and fresh tire marks.

Oh.

She got lucky this time,

but now he knows he didn't finish the job.

Which means he's not done trying.

Valerie?

Val.

I'm Sheriff Fox, this is Deputy Boone.

I spoke to WITSEC this morning.

They feel Edgewater is no longer safe for you.

Gee, you think?

Unfortunately, the nearest WITSEC office

is six hours away.

So they've asked that I start your transport to San Francisco.

We're gonna take an unmarked car, civilian clothes.

They'll meet us halfway, we'll hand you off

so you can testify tomorrow.

You're kidding, right?

The guy that Boz just sent to kill me

just took out two Marshals.

Some small-town sheriff's supposed to keep me safe?

I should've gone to Mexico.

I'm never gonna take the stand. I'm... I'm dead.

Boy or girl?

I haven't opened it yet.

My family doesn't even know I'm pregnant.

I know what you must be going through.

I'm a mom, too. I promise you,

I will do everything I can to keep you and your baby safe.

You'll try.

You said a stolen ATV?

That's right, I need a copy of the police report

for the insurance.

No one respects property anymore.

Edgewater's going to hell in a handbasket.

On account of your boss.

Take a seat and I'll be right with you.

Boone and I have to step out for a few hours.

I'll explain later, but I want you to be in charge

-of the ECSO while we're gone. -Is everything okay?

You've never left me in charge before.

Yeah, everything's fine.

You're ready. You're gonna do great.

Right?

It'll be like you never left.

I guess this'll happen more often,

putting Cassidy in charge.

Once Boone leaves, you'll need a new number two.

Yeah, I guess.

Have you thought about asking him to stay?

Not this again. The man resigned, Gina.

-But yes. -Really?

-Oh, that's amazing. -I said I've thought about it.

I didn't say I was gonna do it.

I had damn good reasons for accepting his resignation.

Uh-huh.

Which he still hasn't taken responsibility for.

Uh-huh.

Get out of here, will you?

-You ready? -Yeah.

What are you hiding from her?

Someone just tried to kill me. I need to know who I can trust.

He just got a phone call he doesn't want you to know about.

I was gonna tell you when we got back.

But...

I took the Oakland job.

I'm leaving Edgewater.

Oh. That's...

C-Congrats.

When do you start?

We can talk about this later.

Or we can talk about it now.

I'm trusting you with my life,

and my baby's.

I need to know that you're more focused on this job

than the next.

I start next week.

Oh, that's...

I'm happy for you.

Happy? I'd hate to hear angry.

I'd like to think I would have had a little more notice.

Well, you accepted my resignation.

-Am I not supposed to get a job? -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You resigned?

Can't wait to hear this story.

Thank you. Thanks.

-Ready? -Let's roll.

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Mm.

A pregnant woman in a confined space

with smelly food is a terrible combination.

Oh, ice chips?

My mom swore by ice chips.

Said it was the only thing that got her through her pregnancy.

I hate ice chips.

I prefer tea.

As in, what led to this resignation?

Burnout? Excessive force?

Exceeded your monthly donut allowance?

I could do this all day, you know.

It was a roadblock.

We were on a child abduction case.

The suspects were fleeing,

Mickey said not to put up a roadblock...

But you thought you knew better.

Well...

So what happened?

The suspects drove off a cliff.