The Sheriff

You're late.

I guess I was a little busy.

Why didn't you already kill him?

Not yet.

I didn't tell him anything, I swear.

It was Mark, it's Mark!

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Mark's fine.

Do you wanna tell us anything

instead of whining like a little bitch?

I can't hear you. What?

I had more questions.

And three, do you see the tarp?

I'm trying to keep it neat in here.

Jay, stay with him. Baldez, let's go.

Great. Fun times. More messes.

Let's take him to the park.

You fucked up, Mark.

You fucked up.

I'd say, it's the sweetest way to go.

Like falling asleep.

Only this time...

you don't wake up.

No!

Like rollin' in honey.

What's taking so long?

It ain't so bad.

Ah, shit! He's still alive!

Shit. Put him down.

It'll look like he OD'd and fell in.

Fuck, this is taking too fucking long.

I'm hungry.

What?

Start the car.

-Dad! -Jack!

Where were you?

Where were you, Dad?

Dad?

-Dad? -I let you down.

Dad?

Kind of late for you, isn't it?

Yeah, couldn't sleep.

Thought I'd drop by and grab a beer.

You're working long hours.

Yeah, well, Mark's out sick again.

Can I have a shot?

It's one of those kind of nights?

-Uh-hmm. -Okay.

- Where can we sit, Lina? - We're closed.

It's not what the sign says.

If you're looking for Mark, he's not here.

I'm not looking for Mark.

I just want three burgers.

Fine. But then you have to leave.

What are you looking at?

Are you deaf, old man?

I'd pick the next words

out of your mouth very carefully.

And why would I do that?

Because I said so, asshole.

- I'm the sheriff. - What are you gonna do?

You gonna take me down to the station?

You can barely stand.

My turn.

I think it's time to go.

So are we getting those burgers to go, or...

Get out.

Come on, boys.

I'll see you around, Sheriff.

-You okay, Nick? Good. -Yeah, I'm good.

I thought that thing was an antique.

It works?

No.

Oh, God, Lina.

You know those guys?

Kind of. They're from Amber City.

Friends of Mark's.

The one with the tattoos is Tulip.

He's dangerous.

Thanks, Lina.

This is Sheriff Light.

Hey, Sheriff. We got a body down by the lake.

-You better get down here. -Yeah. I'll be right over.

Make sure you tape this off.

This is an active crime scene now.

And check to see if there's any more witnesses for me, okay?

-Morning. -Mornin'.

Got you a coffee.

-It's lavender. -Thanks.

I think you'll like it.

It's good, isn't it?

Think I'll stick to the regular stuff.

Thanks.

Beth tells me you had

an interesting night last night.

I guess I did.

Hey, Sheriff, why don't you let me and the coroner handle this?

He--he's already on the way up.

Come on. Let's go see what we got here.

Well, age before beauty.

Body doesn't look too bloated,

so I'm thinking it's been here less than

six, eight hours?

Damn.

I believe that's Martin's kid.

Yeah, that's Mark all right.

Those look recent.

Yeah, they sure do. Think it was a suicide?

I mean, Mark wasn't really the most stable guy.

Yeah. Possibly.

You know,

I think something happened at that dock.

And then he floated over here.

Uh-hmm.

Let's go take a look.

Well, I guess you were onto something.

Got some tire tracks over here.

Multiple footprints over here.

I mean, I don't--I don't know.

Maybe they had a party on the dock

and things just got a little out of hand,

and he fell into the lake?

Now, what's the stick for?

Take a look.

How'd your old ass see that?

I'm not blind, Shaw.

I guess I'll bag it into evidence.

Better go tell Martin.

Hey. Hi.

Wow.

You look nice.

Loving the denim.

Okay. What do you have for me?

I hope it has substance this time.

Well, don't be too picky, miss bossy pants.

Let's not forget the whole Zetro/Geotech fiasco.

I stand by my story.

Oh. Well, let's go over that story, shall we?

Let's see. You, um-- you pissed off a city bigwig

by suggesting that his favorite charity

is a front for drug trafficking.

And, uh, though compelling, your proof was inadequate.

Oh. And it led to me almost being sued.

So, you were wrong.

Okay. Cut me some slack, George.

He got off on a technicality.

Uh, it doesn't matter.

Here, you know this guy?

- No. - Oh, God.

-No, no, no. Please. -Here we go again.

Oh. Just--.

There's a history between us.

Well, I mean, do you want the assignment or not?

Because this is all I have for you, so take it or leave it.

-Fine. -Fine?

-Good. You happy? -No.

-Thank you, George. -That's fine.

That makes me happy, if you're not happy.

Bye-bye.

Hey, Martin.

Sheriff Light.

Are you home?

We need to talk.

Come around! I'm in the pool!

-Hey, Nick. -Hey, Martin.

- Good to see you, man. - Yeah, you too.

-It's been a while. -Yeah, it's been too long.

You remember the boys, jumping in and out?

-Oh, how could I forget? Yeah. -Good times, huh?

Uh, what brought you over? Everything all right?

You mind if we sit down?

Yeah, sure. Let's have a cold one first.

-You want one? -Uh, it's a little early.

Uh, I'm sure it's five o'clock somewhere.

Come on, have a seat.

Cheers.

So, talk to me.

It's your son, Martin.

If he's in jail again, let him stay there.

He is not in jail, Martin.

We found his body out at the lake this morning.

What happened?

Possible overdose

but there were also signs of foul play.

You're saying he was murdered?

No, Martin. I didn't say that.

Oh, my poor boy.

He just couldn't beat his demons.

I know how difficult this is,

but I need your help.

Can you tell me who he was running with?

The names or where they live?

I can't.

His friends weren't that cordial.

I need your help, Martin.

It's your son.

Uh, I'm trying, but, uh, I can't think straight.

It feels like my heart has been ripped out.

Yeah. I understand, man.

No more questions.