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 l, 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... ^

(via intercom)

^ Do you ever want to kiss 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.

(country music playing)

- (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.

Murderers, rapists,

robbers...

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.

(chuckles)

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.

(country music playing)

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.

(bird squawking)

- (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.

(flies buzzing)

(sirens wailing)

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