(voice altered) You got the ping. You know the play. Roll in before they make any arrests. Claim the jurisdiction, take everything—the bricks, the girl’s statement, the photos, the body-cam cards if you can get ‘em. Make the chain of custody look textbook… then just, lose a few pieces before the feds come-a-knocking.

You’re really going this hard just to keep one sergeant from climbing the ladder?

Look, Harl… King ain’t just any old sergeant climbing the ladder. He’s the best. His clearance rate is skyrocketing, deputies respect him, streets fear him. If he runs for Sheriff next cycle, he wins in a landslide and, whoops, there goes your benefits and all that legality you hold. I don't want him digging and finding that insurance policy, the second set of books, the houses. If he wins, I can't be in the shadows, pulling the strings. You see?

Alright, I get it. Tell this genius accountant to stop timing it like this. It's got my phone going off like it's a damn slot machine.

Do this by the book. Kali's going to try and press you. And tell your wife I said, "hey."

This looks rehearsed.

What the hell? Look at this mother f*cker.

He’s bagging our evidence up before we even sign off.

(walking up, all southern charm) Sergeant King. Officer Swoop. Damn fine stop. We’ll relieve you now. County line’s ours just by a hair. Y’all head on back and get some coffee, you earned it.

How you knew exactly where to stage, Rod? It's almost as if you had a little bird just… whispering the coordinates in your ear before we were even done here.

(shrugs, smiling) God provides, son. But, do have safe travels on your way out.

County unit was rolling before our traffic hit the log. Only people with real-time access were dispatch… and the command staff.

What if it was to keep Kali from getting close to the Sheriff’s star.

Well, I am a threat.

What, you got something to say too? Traitor.

He's just mad you found the dope before he did.

What should we do?

(quiet smirk) We catch them doing it again.