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You're listening to Buck Talk. He's a local lame warden

who discovered
an extinct weasel.

Whoever he is
talking about

sounds like a cool guy,
don't you think?

McLANAHAN: The Brothers Grim.
A witch's cabin.

I didn't make it up.

He was killed
and mutilated to resemble a game animal.

I got some
people after me, Joe.

These guys
are dangerous.

One, two...

Three matching
poker chips

at three crime scenes.

This is the work
of a serial killer.

String them up!

This government man

is the one who makes
hunting possible.

Dad?

Mr. Pickett?

Oh, wow.

Can we talk?

It's about Sheridan.

Uh, of course.

Come in. Come in.

Um, why don't you
have a seat over here?

Uh, do you want
some water?

I'm fine.

I just, um...

I wasn't sure
if you'd heard about

what happened
last night.

The fight
at the rally

that Klamath Moore...

Yeah, well...

I was in
the middle of that.

Sheridan saw...
She saw this happen.

It scared her real bad,
and I'm worried.

I'm worried that
she's gonna be worried

that I'm just going
to keep getting hurt.

I read that
you were injured on the mountain.

Attacked, yeah.

I was sorry
to hear that.

So was Marybeth.

About the most
upset with me I've ever seen her.

Why do you say that?

Well, afterwards,
at the hospital, she asked me

if I was trying
to get myself killed.

Were you?

No. I was just
doing my job.

It's not my fault
those men attacked me.

But last night,
at the rally,

Klamath was showing
these photos

of Frank Urman's body,

and I knew his men
were dangerous.

But it wasn't right.

So I tried to stop it.

And then,
before I knew it,

it was shoving
and punches were being thrown.

I just ended up
on the ground getting beat.

And in that moment,
I heard

Marybeth in my head

asking me that
same question.

"Are you trying to
get yourself killed?" Hmm.

I'll talk to Sheridan,

but she's a strong girl.

She is.
She'll be okay.

I'm more worried
about you.

I'm fine.

Is there a history
of depression in your family?

No.

Any alcoholism
or violence in your family?

Yeah, both.
Suicide?

Um...

My brother.

Self-harm?

Yes.

That's...
That's depression in your family.

Depression isn't always
a straight line.

Sometimes,
especially with men,

depression and
emotional trauma

can manifest
in strange ways.

I mean, instead
of dealing with their issues,

they push them down,

until they escape
in self-destructive ways.

You recently had
a loss in your family?

Your son?
This isn't about that.

It's not always
easy to see. I can see just fine.

Okay?

We're not talking
about that.

We're talking
about Sheridan.

I should get going.

I understand.

Well, my door
is always open

if you want
to talk some more.

I won't, but thanks.

That heavy weight
you're carrying,

I can help you
put it down.

Howdy, folks.

Buck Lothar
here and this is Buck Talk.

Bringing you
all things hunting,

from Cheyenne
to Ranchester.

Good news
and bad news.

We're gonna
be dark here a few days,

because Governor Budd
himself has asked me

to track down
that son of a bitch

targeting hunters
in our great state.

I've tracked
killers through the Amazon jungle

and across
the Arabian desert.

And now I'm adding
a new notch to my belt.

To where,
of all places,

but Weaselville.

Hmm. I'll be working

with the OG Weasel
wizard himself,

Lame Warden
Joe Pickett...

Would you quit
listening to that?

I can hear it through
the headphones.

Oh, come on.
Buck Lothar is a riot.

And he's talking
about us.

Well, mainly you,
I guess.

It's bad enough
we've got to work with this guy.

I can't believe
I'm stuck being his chauffer.

Well, the governor thinks
he can find the killer.

Yeah, well,
the governor's just covering his own ass.

He's got to make
it look like he tried everything

in his power
to solve this murder

before Klamath Moore
shuts down hunting season.

Here he comes.

Do you even know
what this guy looks like?

I do now.

Welcome to Saddlestring,
Mr. Lothar!

Excuse me?

Oh, sorry. My bad.

You're looking for me.

He's wearing
his own merch.

This guy... Luke.

Game warden trainee. Buck.

Which must make you
Joe Pickett.

Yeah.

Well, thrilled to be here.
Thrilled to get started.

If one of you could
just grab my gear.

There's only
the five duffels.

Five?
I wanted to pack light.

This is Weaselville.

Beautiful.

No wonder
people hate you for that whole

"Save the weasels"
nonsense.

Turning such
a prime hunting land

into a damn sanctuary?

It ought to
be a crime.

Buck, I get it.

You don't like me.

Well, I'm not
your biggest fan, either, Buck.

But how about we just
concentrate on the case

and keep it civil, okay?

What are you
talking about?

I like you.

Hell, I love you.

You know how many
pillows I sold thanks to you?

Joe, you are the gift

that keeps on giving.

"Bull Grove Foundation."

Blaire?

Blaire, do you have
a second?

Blaire...

Blaire.

This Bull Grove Foundation,

Frank's been making
monthly contributions into it for years.

I don't think
it is a tax shelter.

I can't find
anything about it in his other books.

Are you sure
you don't know anything about it?

I don't know.

You know, I just...

Maybe he, uh...

I'm sorry.
I'm just having

a hard time
thinking clearly.

Okay.

Now I didn't know Frank Urman,

but I do know
he was cruel enough

to cut a doe's heart
from its chest.

What the hell
does he know about it?

He just won't stop.

Every time he opens
his mouth,

Frank's name
comes out.

I know. I know,

I'm sorry.
It's like I have to watch him die

over and over again.

Uh... Maybe I can, um...

I don't know, um...

Check Frank's
computer files.

Maybe there's...

Maybe there's
something there.

No, but it's okay, Blaire.

It's probably nothing.

I'll figure it out.

Blaire, maybe you should
take a break.

This man is trying
to torture you.

Don't let him.

Hey.

You piece of shit.

You leave
my uncle alone. You hear me?

I'm sorry.
Could you be more specific?

Which murderer
is your uncle?

Frank Urman.

What you're doing,

sharing photos
of his body...

You're as bad
as the psycho

that's killing
these innocent people.

Your uncle

got what
he deserved.

I'm just sharing
that with the world.

I once caught
an escaped inmate...

...from a supermax
in Canon City.

He shrink-wrapped
himself. WOMAN: Careful.

Chris, stop.

Hey, hey, hey.
I said stop.

Stop! It's not
worth it. It is to me.

Look at me,
look at me.

I really want
to smack him, too.

Okay? You give him
a shiner,

it's just another
prop that he can share online.

You'll be doing
him a favor.

Walk away.

It's okay.

Walk away.

The social graces

of a hunter,
ladies and gentlemen.

Did you get that?

I'm sorry for
losing it. It's all right.

But I can't just sit by
with Frank's killer on the loose.

Yeah, we're
looking for him.

It's been a week.

Do you even
have a suspect?

I know it's hard.

I promise you,
the professionals got it covered.

You want
a selfie? Of course you do.

Oh, you cut me off.
Thanks.

That's my good side.

You're welcome.

What the hell
took you so long?

Drunk elk.

Passed out on the runway.

Airport had to
scare 'em off with the fire hose.

And I thought I had
a drinking problem.

Randy Pope,
Director of Game and Fish.

Thank you for coming.

The governor speaks
so highly of you.

The governor
is a great guy.

As much as any
bureaucrat can be.

There's a man
speaking wisdom.

Wally Conway,
concerned citizen and longtime listener.

It's an absolute honor.

Cheers.
Who's this guy?

It's Wally Conway.
Are you deaf?

No. I mean,
why are you bringing another civilian in?

Because I need
someone I can trust

and it ain't you, Pickett.

Besides Conway's
no civilian.

He's the best shot
in Wyoming.

That charge,
I am guilty.

The word is, you can't hit
the side of a barn door, Joe Pickett.

Gentlemen, I could small talk for days.

In fact, I get
huge sums of cash to do so.

But I came here
to catch a killer, so let's get into it.

How much has
the governor filled you in on?

I've studied
the crime scene photos,

read the coroner's
report,

but it didn't say
what kind of weapon was used.

I've seen 100 wounds
like this in game.

It's definitely
a 30-caliber.

A 30-caliber bullet

is used in at least
11 configurations,

from a .308 carbine
to a .30-06

to a .300
Weatherby Magnum.

Plus, if you're just
basing your findings on the size of the hole,

it could easily
have been a 7 mm

with seven
more configurations.

Your shooter
could not have used a more common caliber.

So this tells us
precisely nothing.

Does he know
we're not on the radio right now?

Lucky you,
'cause you just embarrassed yourself.

Okay. We're all
on the same team here.

Need I remind you

that the governor
has specifically tasked

Game and Fish...
And Buck.

...and Buck with
tracking the killer,

over the objections of
the Sheriff's Department.

Barnum and McLanahan
would love nothing more

than for us
to fall on our faces.

Well, that much
I agree with.

If we don't catch
this guy soon,

the governor's gonna
shut down hunting season

and the Game and Fish
department with it.

Which will kill
your show and your favorite pastime.

So how about
we all just get along, okay?

Don't worry.
Me and my guy,

we got it covered.

And Junior.

Big Merle.

Nate?

Sorry to just
show up like this, but,

you never know
who's listening. No.

It's all good, buddy.
It's been a long, long time.

Yeah.

You'll hardly recognize
the place.

I got a brand-new
kitchen table, a big one,

two new chairs
in the living room.

Oh, yeah?

Can't wait to
check it out.

Yeah, come on in.

Boy, am I glad
your ancient ass showed up.

I was coming here
to get your opinion on something.

But I guess
I don't need it now.

Oh, yeah?
What's that?

Three weeks ago,
I was attacked

up near
Twelve Sleep River.

Didn't make much
sense to me then, but...

But I just keep
getting this feeling about...

It's Mark V.

Right, well...

Two hours ago,
I'd have said you were paranoid,

but now I'd say
you're lucky to be alive.

We both are.

Why would Nemecek
repopulate Mark V?

Why would he be
coming after us

after all of
these years?

I don't have
a damn clue.

And I ain't sticking
around to find out.

If we don't find out
what he's up to,

he's going to
keep coming for us.

Yeah, but if
it is Nemecek,

he's already got
men on the way.

We've got to disappear
these bodies.

Look, I'll handle this.
All right?

And then
I'm in the wind.

You get home,
get what you need and get gone.

He might be
there next.

What the hell
is taking him so long?

Well, on his show,

he says that
a master tracker

needs to consider
every grain of sand.

It's his process.

Yeah, well,

my process is
about to be

kicking him
in the ass.

You know
Luke and I can handle this.

Do you think
I trust you

with the future
of this department?

No, sir.
But I do value my freaking time.

I just think
he doesn't like the outdoors.

More of an inside cat.

Hell with this.

You wait for
that bozo.

I'm heading out.

Gentlemen...

Please approach.

He said
"please."

Carefully considering
each grain of sand,

I've determined
that this crime scene

is useless as
tits on a boar.

You gotta
be kidding me.

Too many eager
idiots have trampled on all the evidence.

Which means
we're gonna have to start

this search from zero.

I hope everyone put in
their arch supports.

We got a long day
of walking in store.

Frank was dragged
to the crime scene.

But we need to
find the place where he was shot.

Now, there's three
methods for us to choose from.

The grid method,
which consists

of seven
90-degree turns

followed by
seven intersecting 90-degree turns.

The fan method,

where we start
at the center point,

walk away from it
in a straight line, 50 yards or so,

complete
a 170-degree turn

and walk back
to the center point.

Then do it again
a few feet over.

Or the coil method,

which is to start
at the incident area

and circle it,
coiling back to it

with 3-meter spacing,

and that
effectively covers... Excuse me. Buck.

Don't all those
just boil down to

"walk around
and hope we get lucky"?

Do you have
some magical

fourth method
you'd like to propose?

Well, if Frank
got shot while he was hunting,

the only place
that he could get

a vantage point
on the elk

is up on that ridge.

That makes a lot
of sense.

Thank you, Joe.

You heard my guy.

To the ridge.

I appreciate the help.

See, my specialty
is human hunting, not elk hunting.

His specialty is
blowing steam out of his ass.

Nobody move.

Joe, get down here.

Uh, I'm good.

Joe, we are not moving
till you see this.

No, no.

Put your cheek
flat to the dirt.

Come on.

Okay.

So what exactly
am I looking for here?

That.

Looks like
heel marks.

Yeah, yes!

From where
Frank's body was dragged.

We follow those,

they should lead us
to the spot where he was shot.

That's why they call me a master.

Let's go.

And I know
I'm with Kyle.

But Derek,

he has such a...

An air of mystery
about him, and...

What
should I do?

Sure.

I could marry
them both.

What do they
call that? A throuple?

You look great, Mom.

What the hell?

Shame on you.

I asked you
to lunch because

my love life
is in crisis

and you are sitting
there with your nose in your phone.

I'm sorry.

I just fell down
a bit of an Internet rabbit hole today.

Oh, God, please
don't tell me

you think the Earth
is flat now?

No, Mom. It...

It's this awful man.

Klamath Moore.

Oh, I saw him
on the news.

Yeah, he travels
from town to town

just terrorizing hunters,
stalking them.

Destroying their property.

He vandalized
a church

because the preacher
has a deer skin rug.

The guy is a monster.

I don't know.
I think he's rather handsome.

Mom, this is serious.

Joe is a game warden.

He's in Klamath's
crosshairs.

They attacked him
last night.

So tell Joe to stay
away from them.

Sheridan saw
the whole thing.

This affects
all of us, Mom.

So what's your plan?

Destroy him by
disliking his posts?

I don't know yet.

Shoot.

My phone died.

Oh, what a shame.

So, as I was saying,

Kyle, he has
the Wyoming pension plan.

I know how
lousy that is. Believe me.

Good morning, class.

Today, we have
a special guest,

an animal activist
that I have been following for years.

He can be a bit controversial,

but I feel his message
is important.

Class, please welcome

Mr. Klamath More.

I'm so happy
you're here.

You have all
been lied to.

"Mankind has
always hunted,"

your parents say.
"Even back to the cavemen."

Well, children,
mankind has evolved since then.

And anyone
who thinks hunting is okay

is as ignorant as,
well, a caveman.

But your ignorance
is not your fault.

And that is why
I have come to enlighten you

as I've done
for so many children before.

You see, the truth is,

hunting is
an abomination.

You're wrong.

Hunters care about animals,

and they treat
their bodies with respect.

It's more natural
than eating things from a farm.

And the natural
world hunts.

It helps species
thin out the weak

so that the herd
gets stronger.

But you wouldn't
know that

'cause you've
never done it.

Oh.

I've never hunted?

When I was a boy,

my uncle forced me
to hunt more than a few times.

My sweet girl,
in this vile act,

I am an expert.

What you are

is an asshole.

Sheridan!

You can't talk
to people like that.

I'm so sorry.

shows that Frank
must have been shot

right there.

Not bad.

Whoever this
shooter is,

he's a hell
of a shot.

Doesn't look like
Frank moved an inch after it hit him.

And this much blood
from a single bullet.

That's a shot
through the heart.

Oh, man.

Hey, can we go light
on the details, please?

Some of us had
tuna fish for lunch.

Bring my bag, Junior.

I need to examine this.

Maybe a little quicker
this time?

I must examine
every grain of sand.

I guess we got
an hour to kill.

Thank God,
I gotta piss.

I swear to God,
if he keeps up like this,

I'm going to arrest him
for being criminally boring.

That's a footprint here.

Why, it's not just
a footprint.

That's a fresh footprint.

This is from today.

Which means

our killer could
still be out here.

Well, that doesn't
make sense.

Why would the killer
still be here?

Serial killers often
return to the scene of the crime.

For the rush of it,
to relive the excitement.

What are we
waiting for, then?

Let's go hunt
this maniac down.

No!
We come back at dusk.

The setting sun reveals
tracks and trails

we cannot see by day.

But by then,
he might have gotten away.

If you go now,

you're just going to
ruin that trail with your fat feet.

You don't know
what the hell you're talking about.

Are you a master tracker?

No.

Neither are you.

You're a
pillow salesman.

Well, Governor Budd
would disagree,

since he
personally asked me to solve this case.

You are just
a tag-along.

Are you going to
stop this?

Me and my guy are
the only ones who found a damn thing all day.

I'd be surprised you
ever bagged a squirrel.

You must be
a terrible hunter.

Oh, you think so?
Yeah. I'll drink to it.

Hey!

Oh, crap.

Luke?
I'm fine.

Just pissed
all over myself.

You savage!

That Thermos has seen
more of this world than you ever will.

Argh! You wanna dance?

Hey, stop!

Shut up!

Both of you,
shut up!

You're worried
about the killer getting away?

Rifle shot's about
the best way you could scare him off.

And you!

I am not your guy.

Stop saying that.

Now,

we are coming back tonight.

That's final.

You two
don't stop fighting,

I swear to God,
I'm gonna shoot you both.

And then we'll have
two more murders to deal with.

Understood?

Excuse me.

This is Joe.

She did what?

What's going on?

Thank you for coming.

I didn't want to send
Sheridan home,

but we have a
zero-tolerance policy on bullying.

Sheri,

who are you bullying?

Our class had
a special guest.

Sheridan bullied him
and used inappropriate language.

It was
Klamath Moore, Dad.

What?

What the hell is
that asshole doing in my daughter's classroom?

Klamath is a respected
public figure,

and he's doing
important work.

Let's go.

You're not in trouble.

You're getting
an ice cream.

Saving the world.

So rewarding,
but it's so exhausting.

You went a little hard
on that girl today.

I know,
that was the point.

It's not her fault
that her parents hunt.

I know.

And it pains me
that she's a casualty in this fight.

Okay, so stop talking
to children.

I don't have a choice.

Protests on
the Capitol steps,

that's not news.

Sit-in at
a taxidermist? Snore.

"Stop the slaughter
invades a school"?

Now that's a headline.

I'm a firebrand, baby.

I have to stir things up

'cause that's what
gets attention.

And you know what?

It works.

It does work.

I'll be out late tonight.

What are you doing?

Work.

I can't rest until
our mission is complete.

Thank you so much
for grabbing her, my phone died.

I called the school
when I got the voice mail, but they...

Hi. You have ice cream.

You got her ice cream?
Uh...

Guess who was in
her class today?

Who?

Klamath Moore.

That's who
she was bullying.

What?
Mm-hmm.

Why was he there?

I mean, he's a
dangerous terrorist.

What was he doing?

The teacher
ought to be fired.

Yeah, no kidding.

I'll call the school.

How are you?
How was tracking?

Miserable.

I'm working with
two guys who are

almost as obnoxious
as Klamath Moore.

I swear, sometimes

seems like you're
the only sane person in Saddlestring.

Yeah.

You know what
you said to me?

At the hospital?

Yeah.

Maybe I have been
a bit down lately.

And...

I want you to know
that I'm working on it.

Working on it how?

I started

talking to someone.

Like a therapist?

Yeah, kinda.

That's great.

Anyway...

I better get back.

Will you be late?

Oh, don't get me
started, oh!

I almost forgot.

Vanilla,
extra sprinkles.

Joe?

I'm really happy
to hear that.

Night.

See ya.

You are always
friggin' late, Pickett.

Yeah, well,
I'm here now.

Where are
you going?

It's cold, and I don't
work nights.

I thought the case
was the most important thing.

A hot bath's
important, too.

Now, lay off Conway.
That's an order.

...talking about?
Infrared is a perfectly respectable tool.

Might as well
have a robot hunting for ya.

No robot
in the world could

possibly provide
the high-level analysis...

How long they
been at it?

Since about
a half a second after you left.

Conway!

I need you to help me
with something in my truck.

Seems like
you're always in need of help.

Yeah, well, I guess I'm
just simple like that.

What is it?

Uh, here, look...
The hell?

Thanks for the help.

Save me a headache.

You're not gonna
just leave me like this?

Hey!

Hey, you can't do this!

Randy said
I could stay.

You are staying,
in the truck.

Don't worry.
I'll leave Luke for company.

What's that?

I need you to
hold down the fort.

He's a great conversationalist.

Hey!

Buck.

Hey!

Ah, nature's soundtrack.

Just never get tired of it.

How's that sunset
working for you?

Well, come here.
See for yourself.

All right.

The bends and curves,
you can see them all.

The difference...

...is night and day.

Well, that's the
second footprint.

The master has found
an apprentice.

While you were
gone there,

Randy was saying

something about you thinking
a Wendigo did this?

Well, let's not
get into all that.

Well, we've got to
get into something.

It's gonna be a long night
if it's just me and the crickets.

It wasn't a wendigo.

I believe it was
two brothers.

Twins,
back mountain type.

You know, sick enough
to do something like this to a man.

They're the ones
who attacked you.

Yeah, and my horse.

Your horse?

That's a sacred bond
to violate.

Yeah, and they
almost killed me.

So why didn't
anyone believe you?

Well, it just makes
their jobs easier, I guess.

That's not why.

They don't believe you

because no one trusts
a lone man in the wild.

I understand that.

All too well.

I know what I saw.

I don't care
what any of 'em say.

Those brothers,

tall guys?

Almost seven feet.

Why?

Our killer is
well over six.

Maybe I'll meet these
twins of yours.

Yeah.

Trail leads this way.

From here on out,

let's keep
our voices down.

One of these days,
I'm just going to shoot you.

You know that, right?

You're leaving,
aren't you?

I'm sorry.

I just can't risk...
Putting me in danger,

hurting the ones
closest to you, blah, blah, blah.

Yeah, I know the script.

It's not like I didn't know
it was going to end this way.

But...

Dumb little part of me
had hoped you'd changed.

I want to change.

But the world
won't let me.

Please don't
contact me ever again.

No blank postcards.

Nothing.

If that's
what you want.

It's not
my first choice.

But it's my final one.

Goodbye, Cricket.

What?

Who is it?

Go.

Who was that?

No time.
Follow me. Run.

Go!

Get in!
Okay.

Take the wheel!

Oh, my God!

Nate, tell me
what is going on.

I will.
Now!

Soon, all right?

We've got
plenty of time.

We?
No, no, no, no, no, there's no "we," okay?

I gave you
a whole speech.

Yeah, well,
they've seen us together.

So the only way out
is through.

You might want to
buckle up.

We've got a long trip.

Oh, God. Okay.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, I'm really sorry
that happened today.

Your dad's going to
solve this case.

And when he does,

Klamath will be gone.

And this will be over.

Are they gonna
hurt Dad again?

No.

Your dad won't
let that happen.

What about
the other kids?

What other kids?

Klamath says
he likes going around

and lifting kids
out of ignorance.

Oh, if he's
targeting children, that could be criminal.

You mean,
you could arrest him?

Sheridan, get in here.

I need you to start
this movie.

You coming?

Soon, yeah.

Except I never
shot a bear, right?

I mean, I did once,
but it turned out to be my neighbor's cow.

It was so embarrassing.
He was so pissed...

Would you shut up?

Is something wrong?

Yes.

I'm handcuffed to
the damn wheel, trapped here with an idiot.

Now, let me
out of here now!

My hands are tied, man.

I mean,
not like yours are, but Joe's my boss.

I don't want to get fired.

Well, Randy Pope
is his boss.

And if you don't
let me go right now,

I'll make sure
he cans both your asses.

I feel like we got off
on the wrong foot.

Let me tell you
a bit about myself.

All right?

I grew up in Colorado.

You know,
there's something I don't get.

Yeah, what's that?

Well, when the killer
came for Frank,

he took every precaution.

Didn't leave a fingerprint.

But then he
comes back today, and he's super sloppy.

What changed?

I don't know
and I don't care.

If he's getting sloppy,

that'll just make it
easier to flush him out and smoke his ass.

But what if he's
doing it on purpose to lead us into a trap?

An ambush?

What, is that crazy?

No, that is
a soldier's instinct.

We could have used you
in Desert Storm.

You fought in Desert Storm?

As part of a special
recon unit in the Marines.

Ultimately,

I left, 'cause the
sergeant couldn't handle my truth-talking.

The point is, you're not
as big of a dipshit as I thought.

I might have to think
about being a tad nicer to you on my show.

You never finished
telling me about

how you caught
that convict in Canon City.

I tracked him
with some dogs,

found him in
a septic tank.

And shot him dead
with an AR-15.

That's not exactly
justice for him.

Clearly, we have different
definitions of justice.

What?

Someone's
been through here.

I'll go right.
You go left.

Ugh.

You smell that, brother?

It's the blood
of that government man.

Drop your weapon.

Drop it.

Drop your weapon.
Stand down!

What the hell was that?
A gunshot, you idiot.

They found him.

Let me out.
We gotta help.

No, he'll radio
if he needs us.

Unless he's
dead already.

Let me out.

Now!
We gotta stick to protocol.

All right?
Hey!

Hey! Stop that!

Drop your weapon!
Stand down!

Joe, is that you?

Chris Urman.

Hey.
Oh, God.

Who did I hit?

Oh, no.

Hey.

Oh, God.

No.

Hey, hey.

Shit.

"Buck Talk."

What have I done?

What the hell
are you doing out here?

After I saw you
at the hotel, I decided to come out here

and catch
the killer myself.

I've been out here all day,
and I heard him sneaking up on me.

I thought
he was the guy.

Yeah.

We thought
you were him, too.

I'm sorry.
Joe, I'm sorry.

Yeah, sorry doesn't do
much right now, Chris.

You didn't know.

He didn't mention
who he was.

Shit.

That's
government property! Please!

Stop!

Okay, okay.
Hey!

Okay, okay.

Now you let me go,
right now.

Let's just be cool, please.

I think we're
past being cool.

Okay.

I'm gonna let you go.

Give me the key.

All right, all right.

All right.

Shit.

What the...

Those are gunshots.

Luke, what was that?

Luke, answer me.

Call 911.

Tell them we've got
an active shooter and an officer down.

August 25th.

August 25th.

Windsor, Colorado.

Klamath was in town
when each of these men was murdered.

Luke!

Oh, no.

Hey, Luke.

Oh, no.