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You shouldn't be here.

Nate.
I need to reach Nate Romanowski.

What?
Can you help me?

Easy, Joe.
I got you, brother.

The girls are okay.
'Cause I lied to 'em.

You knew those men
were dangerous.

Joe, are you trying
to get yourself killed?

Please help me find
my daughter.

General public
finds out the details of how Frank died,

they're gonna panic,
and I do not have time for that.

What's that?

And the prize for
Outstanding Life Size goes to...

Terry Boulden.

Uh...

Well, uh...

How about that?

Uh, 28 seasons
as a finalist,

and, uh, I finally
got the big one.

Stop the slaughter!

Stop the slaughter!

Millions
of gallons of blood

are spilled each year
because of you!

You're insane!
Hunters like you.

All to feed
your sick desire

to murder
innocent creatures.

Now you know
how it feels

to be on the other end
of this blood sport.

You monsters!

Now you know
how it feels

to be on the other end
of this blood sport.

This, gentlemen,
is Klamath Moore,

anti-hunting activist

and pain in my ass.

He's one of those
Internet assholes

who thinks just because
three million followers watch

every dumb thing that he does
that it's somehow important.

Now, it's only
a matter of time

until he finds out
about Frank's murder.

And when he does,
he and his cult of crazies

are going to descend
on Saddlestring

like flies
on rotten fish.

So we need
to solve this case before that happens.

So what have
we got, gents?

Well, Frank's body was
found about three miles from his elk camp.

He was killed and mutilated
in a manner that suggests

he was left
to resemble a game animal.

So we got nothing.

Well, I mean,
I wouldn't say, "Nothing."

We've defined
the problem.

That's a start.

"The problem"?

You mean the hunter
that was killed and gutted?

Yeah, that...

That's the problem.

What about this?

McLANAHAN:
Oh, for crying out loud, Pickett.

Look, Urman probably
just dropped it.

I mean, poker games
and elk camps,

they go together like
drunk and disorderly.

It's at least something
we can look into.

Sometimes a poker chip
is just a damn poker chip.

Oh, Christ.

Get out.
Excuse me?

I don't have the time
or patience for this,

so get the hell out
of the room, Deputy.

Excuse me.
That's my deputy.

Okay, well,
then you get out, too.

Both of you, go.
You bug me.

With all due respect, Governor,

this is our case,
and you're in our building.

If you want
any more favors from me,

you will gather up
your stuff

and you will leave this room
without saying another word.

Now, go.

Game and Fish will
head this investigation.

Now, you need to
figure this out quickly, gentlemen,

before Klamath Moore
and his three million followers get wind of it.

Or they will shut down
hunting season.

And we will all be
looking for a job.

Hey.

I don't care what
the governor says.

This is still
my investigation,

so you keep me posted
every step of the way.

You got it?

Joe, it's 3:00 in the morning.

I can't tell anymore.

You up early
or late?

Yeah, I guess I haven't
been sleeping too well.

No, you haven't.

What are you
working on?

Uh, I'm just trying
to find some proof

that these twins
even exist.

There's no way
that I was their first brush with the law.

No one seems to believe
I even saw what I saw.

I believe it.

Thanks.

I see what you're doing.

Oh, yeah?
What's that?

Trying to find a way
back up that mountain

to face the Grims.

Guessing you feel like
you lost something up there.

And the only way
you'll get it back

is to confront
them again.

But, Joe...

What?

You don't think
I could survive it?

I think you don't think
you could survive it.

But here you are,
looking for a way regardless.

I'm just looking
into Frank's murder.

And if it leads you
to the Grims?

Then I'll do my job.

Joe, if you go
back up that mountain

and you get
yourself killed,

I want you to know
I'm gonna tell our girls the truth.

I'm going to tell them
their daddy didn't die for his job,

or his duty,

or his honor.

I'm gonna tell them
you committed suicide,

because that's
what it'd be.

And who's to say
the Grims have anything to do with this?

You should talk
to Blaire Urman, see what she knows.

Her nephew, Chris,
has been staying with her

since they found Frank,

and he was
on that hunting trip.

Get some sleep, Joe.

See, it's to the side.

Just a little down.

Perfect.
You girls look great.

Field trips
are the best.

I know, honey.
You're gonna have so much fun.

Sheridan, come on.
You're gonna miss your ride.

Here, you guys
go on out, okay?

Okay.
Just... Just ask them to wait.

She's right
behind you.

Sher.

Hon, what's going on?
It's time to go.

Sweetheart,
where'd you get that?

You told me
he was camping out.

They say he almost died.

Sheridan, I'm sorry.

You lied to me.

Yes, I did.

I didn't think you...

Damn it.

Should I play, uh,
good cop or bad cop?

I don't want you
to play any cop.

Or how about
I play talking cop

and you play
silent cop?

Sound good?

Mrs. Urman.

Hello, Warden.

Uh, Joe, please.

You mind if I ask you
some questions?

Thank you.

Do you have
cream and sugar?

Oh. Yeah.

Thank you.

What? That's
how my grandma used to make it.

It's really good.

Thank you.

Did Frank ever
have any enemies?

Oh, heavens, no.

Frank was a saint.

Nobody that knew him
would do this to him.

Did he ever mention
run-ins that he might have had with guys

when he was out
in the woods?

Pair of tall twins, maybe?

Creepy looking.

Is that who you think
did this to Frank?

I'm just trying
to get a fuller picture, that's all.

I'm not sure
what fuller picture

you think you're
going to find here.

You're Frank's
nephew, Chris?

You mind
if we have a word?

I already told the sheriff
everything I know.

I'm not the sheriff.

How was
Frank feeling

the day
he went missing?

His state of mind.

He was down.

A friend of his
died this summer.

He was...

He was pretty low
about it, I guess.

You guess
or you know?

I don't know.

Frank was private
like that.

I just keep thinking
that we...

We shouldn't have
split up that day.

Should have
stayed together.

Chris...

It wasn't your fault.

Yeah, I...

I know.

I should check
on my aunt.

What is it?

Well, Blaire described
her husband as a saint.

Not a good guy,
but a saint.

Something wrong
with that?

Do you know who would
never describe their husband as a saint?

Anyone with
a saintly husband.

Come on.

Break in the case?
No.

I gotta pick up
my daughters.

I can't tell
when you're kidding.

I'm never kidding.

But now you are, right?

Get in the car.

Let us all thank
Rosenda Littleshield,

our visiting Cree sister,

for that good medicine.

Four weeks
and three days,

that's how long
my daughter's been missing.

I'd like to
thank you all

for showing up
the first week,

and thank you all
for showing up today.

I know for many of you,
this isn't easy.

And I know many of you know
what I'm going through

because you've
gone through it, too.

But today isn't
just about Marissa.

It's about your
daughters, too.

It's for your sisters,
your cousins,

your aunties
and your friends,

and for the
thousands more still missing.

Not just here in Wind River,
but all over Indian country.

Today, we're looking
for any sign of Marissa.

They tell us, "Four weeks
means she's probably gone",

but I still
feel her out there.

I feel it
in my bones.

-Yes.
-Yes.

The heart knows,
the spirit knows.

So pick up a vest,
split up in pairs.

You all know
the drill.

Thank you.

Thank you
for your time.

Good to see you.
You, too.

Thank you.

Brother, good
to see you again. Thank you.

I appreciate it.
Pairs?

Sure.

I'm surprised
to see you here.

I've never seen you
at one of these.

Yeah. Um...

I've been working through
some stuff personally.

Figured
it might be nice

to think about
someone else for a moment.

Sounds kind of
selfish, actually.

Processing your pain
through helping someone else?

I can think of a few things
that are more selfish than that.

I'm glad you're here.

Thanks. Me, too.

Could you tell me
about her?

About Marissa?

Did you...

Do you know her?

A little.

She's very bright,
strong, tenacious.

She was gonna be
the first one

from her family
to attend college.

Then she told Charlie
that she was going out to get groceries,

and, um,
never came back.

That's horrible.

When we went out
to look for her the next day,

we found her car abandoned
up on Route 10,

just down the road
from here.

Can you think of any reason
she'd just leave her car?

None.

And we couldn't
find a trail of where she went.

And the police
didn't find anything?

Well, the police never looked.

What? Why not?

They say that they
couldn't investigate

Marissa's car
even if they wanted to.

They say that it's not
part of their jurisdiction.

Okay. Well, what about
Tribal authorities?

Well, the car wasn't
abandoned on the rez,

so the Tribal authorities
can't investigate, either.

So who's supposed
to look into it?

Supposed to?

Or willing to?

And where is
her car now?

It's just sitting there,
gathering dirt and dust.

That is insane.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

You know, you could
just drop me off at my apartment.

It's on the way.

This is much more fun.

Fun for you, maybe.

You don't have
to sit back here with this smelly man.

I'll have you know
I'm wearing very fancy cologne.

So fancy it smells
like dog barf.

Yeah.

You okay, Sheri?

Why didn't you tell us
how you really got hurt?

Uh...

The newspaper said
you almost died.

Well, newspapers exaggerate.

I was fine.

If you were fine,
then why did Mom lie to us?

She told us you fell
on a sharp rock,

and it was all
just an accident.

Hon, give your mom
a break, okay?

None of this is her fault.

She lied to me.

She was just trying
to protect you, hon.

She didn't
want you to worry.

I'm already worried.

And it's worse now
that I know she'll lie to protect me.

Well, she won't anymore.

And I won't.

If I can't answer
something honestly,

then I'll tell you so,
but I won't lie.

Deal?
Okay.

Shake?

Wyoming Game
and Fish Department.

How may I help you?
I need to report a game violation.

Okay. I just
need your name.

My name's not important.

But I'm calling
from a pay phone in Twelve Sleep County.

Listen, there's
a few poachers near Mad Bull Creek

that's hunting
on private lands.

I need you
to call the game warden and get him here

before somebody
gets killed.

But, sir...

Can you check
my work, please?

Sure thing, sweetie.

I need my work
checked, too,

but I want Dad
to do it, not you.

Well, your dad
just got a work call,

so looks like
you're stuck with me.

You don't
need to check my work, Mama.

It's perfect.

I'm going to
check your work.

Hey, go ahead,
start dessert without me.

I got something that
I need to take care of.

Okay.
Okay.

Save me some, please.

Sure.

The greatest thing
just happened.

I got this from
an anonymous source.

This hunter was
a beloved member

of the community
in Saddlestring,

which is not
too far from here.

And by the looks
of his body,

gutted like
the elk he kills,

someone hunted
a hunter.

Wow.

This is gold,
my friends.

Let's mine it
for all its worth.

Rory, find out
everything you can about Saddlestring.

I'm going to need a place
to stage an event, and TVs.

TVs as big
as you can find.

On it.

This could backfire,
you know.

Celebrating the killing
of a local?

You sure you want
to exploit this?

Look, this...
This is war.

Innocent animals with nobody
to protect them on one side,

and bloodthirsty hunters
on the other.

Those hunters,
they have guns

and history
on their side.

But we can shift
the court of public opinion.

But to change
public opinion,

you have to shake people
out of their slumber.

When they see a human being
dismembered like an animal,

once they see
themselves as prey,

they might start
to rethink doing that to another species.

If we play
our cards right,

Saddlestring could be
the beginning of the end.

My man.

Come here, man.

Good to see you, brother.

Good to see you, too.

You look good, man.
You look good.

I've been better. Yeah.

Now, listen, sorry
to drag you out here.

I just couldn't
risk anyone seeing you with me.

What's going on?

I got some people
after me, Joe.

That's why
I called you.

To warn you.

What are we talking?

I used to work
with this elite group...

Okay. Yeah, yeah.
I'm guessing I'm safer

not hearing what
you're about to tell me.

These guys
are dangerous,

and they may use you
to flush me out.

I'm not saying
that they will, all right?

But just keep
an eye out.

Another person
trying to kill me.

Ah. That's exactly
what I need.

Well, I did just
drag your ass out of the woods.

Right.

So maybe we're even?

Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah.
Don't mention it.

So, how's
the case going?

It's about
as twisted up as it can be.

I'm going one way,

everyone else
is going another

and seems to think
that I'm insane.

Well, what does
your gut say?

I mean,
my gut's telling me...

The murder
was so meticulous. Mm-hmm.

Cleaning an elk like that
takes real skill.

To do that to a human...

It takes practice.

Yeah.
And I'd say a lot.

You smell that, brother?

Looks like
we found him.

All right, girls.

Come on, let's go.

Gonna be late
for school again.

You sleep okay?

Yeah. Yeah,
it's not too bad.

Come on.
Say bye to Mom.

Bye, Mama. Bye.

I love you. Bye.

Bye, Sher.

She'll come around.

I know. Eventually.

I'm headed to Cheyenne.

Kind of wishing
the governor didn't

put me in charge
of this Urman case.

Well, it means he has
faith in you, Joe.

Or that
he's setting me up for a fall

if or when this thing
goes sideways.

I don't think so.
I think he just realizes

how incompetent the
Sheriff's Department is.

All right.
Bye. I love you.

Love you, too.

What do you mean, that's it?

That's all the
information we have.

No case file
or forensics or interviews?

No.
You didn't do anything?

Well, we can't investigate
without someone filing a missing person's report.

You just read
a missing person's report.

No. No, no, no, no.

I said that
that was a memo.

We need
an official report,

of which
we can't even file

because she's a member
of the Native community.

Her car was found
in your county.

It's still on the
side of the road.

She disappeared here
in Saddlestring.

We would need
evidence of that.

Well, then maybe
you should investigate to get some.

I told you, all right?

We cannot investigate without
that missing person's report.

Okay, look, I'm sure
that she's fine, okay?

I mean, you know how it is
with these Native girls.

They...
They tend to...

They tend
to move around.

Hmm?

Wow. You really bring
being an asshole

up to the level
of art form.

Marybeth.

Hi, Cricket. Hey.

Look, I, um...

I can't make
any promises,

but let me know
if you need any help.

Thank you. I will.

All right.

Every hunting accident?
It's gonna take forever.

It's a good thing
we started early, then.

Oh, what the hell
are you boys doing with those?

They're filed that way
for a reason.

Yeah, this is
that reason.

Don't worry, we'll...

We'll put them back
when we're done.

You're making a mess
is what you're doing.

Randy, feel free
to join in.

I know how much
you love paperwork.

You just keep it down.

I got some important
phone calls to make.

Gin and tonic, please.
Hold the gin.

Water.

I hate this place.

Thanks.

Hi.

Missy!
Hi, Mom.

Well, to what do I owe
this wild surprise?

Mm.

Mm. Mm.

Okay, I need you to watch
the girls for a few hours,

just while I take care
of something.

Oh, sweetie, you know,
I wish I could,

but I'm going on
in 20 minutes.

Great. They're going to love
watching you sing. Right?

Yeah.
Yeah.

I cannot have
children in a bar.

What will people
think of me?

Didn't seem to
bother you much when we were kids.

Hush.

You'll be fine.
It's not like they're gonna have a beer.

Mom.

Come on.
This is your chance.

Watch the girls, please.

Girls, I'm going to
teach you the value of a good card game.

A card game?
Ooh! Card game.

Bartender,
round of Sprites, please.

-Ooh, Sprite!
-Okay, have fun.

-Bye, Mom.
-Bye.

Who wants a cherry
in their Sprite?

Me.
You.

Me.
Two, three.

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Is someone there?

Marybeth.

Everything okay?
I'm so sorry

to show up unannounced.

I just wasn't sure
how else to reach you.

What's going on?
So, I'm a lawyer.

And I took the liberty
of looking into Marissa's case, and...

You took the liberty?

I mean,
I took a look at her car,

and I saw the damage
that was done to it.

It seems to me
there is more than enough evidence

to establish probable cause
that there was a crime,

and to warrant
an investigation.

We pursued that.

The problem isn't
lack of evidence,

the problem is
nobody cares.

I know, I know.
I understand that.

But I know
a sheriff's deputy, and...

And she said
she would help.

And you trust her?

When I was unconscious
and wounded in the hospital,

she stood guard
by my bedside.

So, yes, I would
trust her with my life,

because I already have.

Marybeth.
Cricket.

This is Charlie
Left Hand.

Do you have
a minute?

Sure. Come on in.

My daughter
was up to something before she disappeared.

She was making
phone calls,

secretive phone calls,
a lot of them.

If we can get
those phone records,

if we knew
who she was calling,

I believe we'd know
who took her and why.

Phone records?

Can you pull them
for us? CRICKET: Um...

No.

I can't do that.

We need Marissa's consent
to have them released.

Marissa is missing.

I know she is.

But without
a missing person's report,

legally, she's not.

Cricket, McLanahan
said the same thing.

It doesn't make
any sense.

Can't you coordinate
with the Tribal police somehow?

Tribal authorities
can only investigate crimes

that occur
within the community.

The laws are very strict.

So if someone
from Saddlestring

abducted her
on the reservation,

who is allowed
to investigate that?

No one.

It's a flawed system,
I know.

And I want to help,
I truly do,

but this is a problem
of jurisdiction.

The problem is not jurisdiction.

The problem is all the people
willing to look at a thing and pretend to not see it.

Uh...

Thank you anyway.

I'm sorry that
I couldn't help.

I...

Charlie, wait, please.

I'm...
I'm so sorry.

You know,
every morning, when I wake up,

just for a moment
I forget

that she's missing
or might be dead.

And I think,
"What a terrible dream that was."

And then I remember.

You got
my hopes up today.

Marissa's my daughter,

and the pain
of her missing is constant.

This matters to me.

This isn't
just some kind of afternoon diversion.

This is not
a diversion for me either.

I promise.

Then what is it?

I lost a child.

He was unborn. So...

I didn't know him the way
that you know Marissa,

and it's different.
I know.

I was shot,
and I almost died,

and my son...

I lost a child.

And the pain of that loss
has been constant for me.

Looking for your daughter
is the only thing that's brought me any peace.

I...

I guess I thought
if I could help you, I...

Maybe I could
start to heal.

I'm sorry.

That blinded me
to how hard this must be for you.

You might need to look
elsewhere for your peace.

You'll find none here.

How much of that
did you hear?

So you're really
not gonna help them?

I'd be breaking
the law.

Just because it's the law
doesn't mean it's right.

When you're
a sheriff's deputy, it does.

You're looking
the other way with me.

You can't do the same
for him?

Would you like me
to throw you out?

Would that make you
feel better?

No.

Look, I don't have
the authority to pull the phone records,

even if I wanted to.

Yeah. I get it.

I do.

I have to pee, okay?

Just let yourself
out the window.

Hey, a toast to EJ
for his first hunting season.

Whoo!
Whoo!

I see your Fault.
Do not.

Okay, girls,
Missy's gotta go Missy.

But tell me, how do I look?
And be honest.

Like a princess.

You see, that's why
you are my favorite.

Hey!
I'm teasing.

But wish me luck.

Good luck.
Good luck. Love you!

Love you.
Go, go, go!

What a rack.
Excuse me?

Oh.

Oh, no, no, no.

We were talking
about a... A moose.

Not, um...

...that you don't have
a great rack, you do.

But...
Oh. Oh, boy.

And here I thought
it was just my singing you liked.

I mean,
I like that, too.

Well, don't forget
to tip.

Marty, let's do
Spooky in A.

A-five, six.
Whoo!

A-five, six,
seven, eight. MAN: Here we go!

What?

Got something?

Ray Jenson thought
his shoe was a jackrabbit

and shot himself
in the foot.

All right,
you two are done here.

Office doesn't
close for another hour.

Well, it's going
to take you an hour to clean this up.

I got big dinner plans,
and I ain't pushing 'em.

Luke.

Oh, shit.

Guy from Lander.
Bear hunter.

Check the report,
see if there's a list

of his
personal effects.

Might want to push
that dinner, Randy.

Yeah. He was saying
forget about it.

I need to see
the sheriff.

Ah, well, then take...
Hey, he's on the phone!

Yeah. He said he wanted
to be kept in the loop.

No, I'm looking
at him right now, so just...

I'm gonna have
to call you back.

What the hell,
Pickett?

Dan Garrett,

accidentally
killed himself with his own rifle,

trying to pull a deer
into his pickup.

Quite the
accident, no?

Yeah.

Then Warren Tucker.

Accidentally slit
his own throat

with the antlers
of his trophy.

That's pretty strange.

Well, stranger things
have happened.

That's what I thought.
Then I checked their personal effects.

And guess what?

One, two...

Three matching poker chips
at three crime scenes.

Not accidents.

Frank Urman
wasn't a one-off.

This is the work
of a serial killer.

Marybeth.

Thought you could
maybe use a restock.

Oh, thank you.

Come on.
Come on in.

I'm sorry about
all the mess.

We've had mourners
coming through all day today.

Of course.

Chris?

Chris, you remember
Marybeth Pickett,

the game warden's wife?
Hey, Chris.

Hey.

Let's...
Let's get things put away.

Sure.

Blaire,
why don't you sit down, rest for a while?

I can do this.

Okay.

Stop the slaughter!

Stop the slaughter!
Stop the slaughter! Stop the slaughter!

You sure
you wanna do this?

Time to bring the fight
out of the woods and into the town.

I'm gonna let you in
on a little secret here.

The town
of Saddlestring

has been lying
to its own people.

Hiding information
the people should know.

Right now,
as I speak to you,

someone up there
in those mountains has hunted a hunter.

Now, you might ask yourselves,
why aren't they telling you?

-Yeah.
-Yeah. Why aren't they?

Is it because hunting revenue
pays their salaries?

Someone has stalked
and killed the hunter

the same way that hunter
would have killed an innocent deer.

Then they gutted him
and strung him up!

Who is this man,
Chris?

String him up! String him up!

-What is
-String him up!

♪ In the cool
of the evening

♪ When everything is
gettin' kind of groovy

♪ You call me up and ask

♪ If I'd like
to go with you...

Sheridan.

Sheridan.

♪ First I say no

♪ I've got some plans
for the night

♪ But then I stop
and say all right

♪ Love is kinda crazy
with a spooky... ♪

String him up! String him up!

String him up!
String him up!

This is what hunters do

to poor,
defenseless animals.

Looks a little different
when it's a human being, doesn't it?

-Yes.
-Damn right.

The person who avenged
those animals,

if you ask me,

the person
who killed this hunter should be celebrated.

Look at that.

Here with us
is one of them.

This man,
this government man,

is the one who makes
hunting possible.

He's the one
who doles out murder permits,

and then stands by
with a smile

while people mercilessly maim
and kill gentle creatures

from all over these woods!

Sheri!

Sheridan!

Dad?
Hey.