Sheriff Country

Previously on Sheriff Country...

I tried to do this, and I can't do it.

I can't be a cop's wife anymore. I'm so sorry. Bye.

I'm defending Enoch Barlow.

-It's either me or the case. -It's an ultimatum?

I murder someone, and they want to throw me a party?

You didn't murder anybody.

And if that's true, then why can't I sleep?

Whatever is going on with you, I don't think

you're ready to be back in the field.

You're on desk duty, answering calls, pulling files.

-Hello? I knew your sister Zoey.

I was with her the night she disappeared.

I think we should talk.

(music continuing through headphones)

-(crash) -(glass shattering)

-(cries) -(thud, crash)

No, no. No!

Please, please don't do this!

Dad? Mom? W-What's going on?

-Get to your room and call 911! -What about Mom?

I heard her screaming. Is she okay?

Lock the door, don't come... Aah!

Sheriff's office! -Uh-huh.

These tissues are for you for when the Raiders

-destroy the 49ers. -Oh.

Um, did you bring your Xbox?

'Cause that's the only way that's gonna happen.

-Ooh! -Hey, get a bowl

for the chips.

Aw.

Gift for me? You shouldn't have.

No, it's for my friend for her birthday.

Oh, the dinner thing. Right.

At, uh, fancy place in Sonoma, right?

Mm-hmm. I'm not going.

I thought you were looking forward to that.

It's a couples thing.

I RSVP'd during the five minutes

that Travis and I were together, so...

Since when is Mickey Fox afraid of flying solo?

I am not afraid of flying solo.

I've been flying solo since I was divorced.

Huh. -Dad, the game's on.

You going out? Wait, do you have a date?

I have plans.

-(door opens, closes) -Got to hand it to him.

-The old man's got game. -Unlike the Raiders.

Just a four-man rush.

Looking, looking.

Buying time. Throws...

-No. -Go, go, go, go!

-Oh! Oh! -No. No!

Oh! Oh! -Into the end zone

-for the touchdown! -Oh!

-I can't listen to this. -Oh, ho, ho, ho!

Touchdown, Raiders!

Did you see that?

Oh, my God. That was incredible.

I think this dude is on Nora's fantasy team

and she's probably watching right now.

What?

-What? She's a huge Raiders fan. -Mm-hmm.

-(scoffs) -You're not over her.

It's okay. I get it. It's only been a couple weeks.

Not that you see me texting Travis.

And... here we go.

Look, some people are just needier than others, buddy.

-It's all right. -Mm-hmm.

Dispatch to Adam One. Respond.

Fox.

211 in progress, 278 Sycamore Lane.

Home invasion robbery. That's half a mile from here.

* *

Sheriff's office.

Come out with your hands up.

Oh, my God. Oh, thank God you guys are here.

Are you the one who called 911? Anyone else in the house?

My-my... my parents.

-Are they okay? -Your dad's badly injured.

-The ambulance is on the way. -But what about my mom?

I heard her screaming.

What's your name?

-Paul. Paul Carson. -I'm Sheriff Mickey Fox.

-Can you tell me what happened? -We all had dinner together,

the three of us, and my parents started watching a movie,

so I came up here, and then I started

studying for my chem final, uh, but then

I heard my mom scream.

-(sirens approaching) -I ran to the stairs,

and I saw my dad.

-He was fighting with them. -Them?

-How many were there? -I'm not sure.

I-I didn't see 'em, but

then-then my dad told me to stay in my room, but...

maybe I should've...

helped him? May-Maybe I sh-I should've...

It's okay, Paul. You did the right thing.

-There's nobody else here. Oh, my God.

They took her.

They took my mom.

We'll get an inventory of stolen items,

but right off the bat, Paul says his dad's car is missing.

So maybe they took the mom-- uh, Carrie-- in his vehicle.

I'll put out a BOLO and ask the neighbors

to check their Ring cams.

Maybe we get a glimpse of her abductors.

This could be the same crew as that home invasion

-in Sierra Verde last week. -Oh, maybe.

Kidnapping would be one hell of an escalation, though.

Poor kid.

He woke up this morning with two parents in a beautiful home,

and he ended the day standing in the middle of a crime scene.

* *

I got to say, I was surprised when you called.

Uh, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.

Why's that?

I wasn't sure you was picking up

on all the little hints I was dropping. Hmm.

I know it's been a minute, but here's the way I see it.

All that uncomfortable, getting-to-know-each-other crap,

we don't got to worry about it. We know each other.

-We got a history. -(weak chuckle)

So we just... we relax, and we

enjoy each other's company.

But next time, I choose the joint.

'Cause, I mean, I love the Meat Up,

but not for a second date.

-You think this is a date? -Well...

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this is not a date.

Mm. What is it?

I have breast cancer.

You know what? They caught it early, and they say

that I'm gonna be fine, but I start chemo tomorrow,

and I need a ride.

It's round-trip to Eureka every three weeks.

Now, if you can't do it

-or you don't want to, then... -No, no, no, I can, yeah,

-no, no. I mean, yes, yes. -Okay, all right.

-Thank you. -I can. I will.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

-But here's the thing. -What?

I don't want anyone, not even Mickey, to know.

I don't want

any fussing or emotional hoo-hah.

That's why I asked you, an unsentimental, old prick.

You got me there.

You-You're gonna be all right, though,

-right? -Yeah.

As soon as we start talking about something else,

I am gonna be fine.

When I saw you on TV, I-I thought

for a second you were Zoey.

You look like your sister.

I used to get that a lot.

But it's been 14 years since she disappeared,

so, not so much anymore.

So, you mentioned on the phone

that you think you're one of the last people to see Zoey?

I know the night that she vanished she went to a party.

Is that where you saw her?

We were... at a party,

but then Zoey asked me

to give her a ride to the Blood Moon Festival.

The Blood Moon Festival?

That wasn't in her missing persons file.

I know.

That's my fault.

I was still using at the time,

and I had an outstanding warrant for my arrest.

I didn't come forward to the police

because I didn't want to go to jail. I'm sorry.

Okay.

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 was the last time I saw her.

Then I saw you on TV the other night, and I thought to myself,

"She deserves to know.

Call her."

I'm glad you did.

All right, Carrie Carson's been missing for ten hours.

-Where are we at? -So, what if it wasn't a home invasion?

You got a theory?

Aside from the car, it turns out that the only thing stolen

from the Carsons' house was Carrie Carson.

So you think it's a straight-up kidnapping?

The husband, Charles, is a real estate developer.

You know this new mall out on Crandall? He built that.

-Oh. So, the family's got money? -Mm.

But there's been no ransom demand.

Yet.

Dry cleaner dropped off your dress, just in time

for your party.

-You own a dress? -Thanks, but I'm not going.

Why not? You were really looking forward to that.

Okay, Gina, we're a little busy right now.

Oh. (sighs) Fine.

Stay at home by your lonesome every night.