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Somebody took this photo, Joe.

Which means... There's a seventh man.

Marissa was calling Shannon for help.

And she left a voicemail.

If we can get that phone, we can hear Marissa's last words.

- Play it. Shannon, you were right.

I went to the police, and it was the sheriff.

He was one of them.

Get out of the car!

Marissa went to the police for help.

Instead, they killed her.

- Where's the Sheriff? - He's transferring Shannon Moore

to the state penitentiary. JOE: Alone?

It's happening right now.

Barnum's taking Shannon to Rawlins.

Joe, what are we gonna do?

You're obstructing police business.

Clear the road, or you will be placed under arrest.

Marybeth, what the hell are you doing?

Taking custody of your prisoner.

Clear the road.

You're obstructing police business.

Clear the road or you will be arrested.

Clear the road!

God...

Marybeth, what the hell are you doing?

Taking custody of your prisoner.

What?

Sheriff, get on the ground.

You're not gonna hurt Shannon.

I'm not gonna let you.

Marybeth, have you lost your mind?

You're pointing a weapon at a law enforcement officer.

Get on the ground!

That's a five-year prison sentence.

I don't know what this is all about,

but you need to lower that gun, all right?

I know what you're doing.

I know everything.

You killed Marissa Left Hand.

What the hell are you talking about?

I never even met Marissa Left Hand.

I heard the voicemail.

She came to you for help,

and you killed her.

I don't know what it is

you think you heard, Marybeth.

But all that matters now is you lower that gun.

Stop! I'll shoot.

You're not going to shoot me, Marybeth.

It'll destroy your life,

your family.

All for what?

To protect - a serial killer? - Stop!

Just...

Just pass me the gun,

and we'll forget this whole thing ever happened, all right?

Stop, I said!

All right.

Where exactly is this voicemail?

I know you have Shannon's phone.

I will shoot, Marybeth.

Okay. Okay.

Now!

Throw it on the ground.

On the ground!

Why'd you have to go and do this, Marybeth?

I didn't wanna hurt you.

Sheriff, please. Please.

I always liked you, Marybeth.

Now look what you - made me go and do. - Sheriff, please.

Please.

Good luck in hell.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

What are you doing?

I'm getting out of here.

How bad are you hit?

It doesn't matter.

You can't leave. You'll bleed out.

You need an ambulance now.

I'm not going to a hospital

to have my life saved,

just so a judge can - put me to death, okay? - No.

We'll tell the truth. It was self-defense.

And I shot him, not you.

Then you should run, too.

Shit.

Wait.

Look, this isn't what it looks like.

Get down on the ground now!

Please, let me explain.

Get down on the ground or I will shoot you!

Please stop. Listen!

Put down the gun now!

Officer down.

I need additional units and an ambulance off state route 180.

Officer down!

Why the hell did you shoot at him?

He was about to kill you!

Why didn't you drop your gun?

I was trying to explain.

And maybe we can explain.

No!

No, we need to get the hell away from here.

ID, Marybeth Pickett,

and a Native female, mid-30s, Shannon Moore.

He'll wait for backup before he follows us.

This bought us some time.

All units be on the lookout for a white female, mid-30s,

ID, Marybeth Pickett,

and a Native female, mid-30s, Shannon Moore.

- Hey. Joe.

Can you hear me? Yeah.

Barnum tried to kill me.

- Shannon stopped him. What?

Are you safe?

Yeah.

I think so. Are you alone?

No. Oh, you're with her.

Is she holding you hostage?

No.

No, Joe, it's not like that, okay?

Listen.

The state trooper, Joe, he's going to be coming for both of us, okay?

I think I killed Barnum.

Where are you?

We're about a mile past the turnoff to Boulder Creek.

Okay, there's an old miner's cabin in there, all right?

I want you to find the creek.

You follow it upstream. You can't miss it.

I want you to go there. I want you to stay there.

I'm going to try and sort this out,

and then I'm going to come find you, okay? Okay.

Okay. Can she hear us? No.

You need to get away from her as soon as you can.

I...

I don't think I can do that, Joe.

Why? Is she armed?

No. Yes. Okay.

Just, I'm not going to do that, okay? I won't do that.

Listen to me, she is not your friend.

Okay? What she did to those men...

I know. But they're coming after both of us, Joe, okay?

We're going to be together, and that's it.

Well, you need to get her gun.

Because the cops are coming with dogs and goodness knows what.

And if she fires on them, you're both dead.

Do you hear me? Okay.

If I can, I will.

All right, hurry. Turn your phone off.

Cops will be tracking that. I'll see you at the cabin.

Okay. I love you.

I love you. Bye.

He says there's a...

There's a cabin where we can hide

until he talks to the police.

Is that it?

Yes.

That was a long call for such a short message.

He's scared for us, okay?

He should be.

Where is he?

Hey, hey.

Oh, my God.

Hey, just hang in there, all right, boss?

You're gonna make it. Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

- All right? - I don't understand.

Why would Marybeth do this?

Well, I understand all too well.

Shannon Moore is pure evil.

She must have gotten into Marybeth's head, right?

Are you sure that Marybeth wasn't her hostage?

No. They were working together.

Okay, listen up.

My name is Deputy Kyle McLanahan.

I am second in command at the Twelve Sleep County Sheriff's Office.

With the Sheriff

out of commission right now,

I'm now in charge of this case.

This is officially a manhunt.

We'll be traveling in pairs

so find yourself a goddamn buddy.

Because the dogs are on their way,

and we will not rest until these two cop shooters

are either behind bars or dead.

You have my permission to shoot on sight.

No!

This is Marybeth Pickett we're talking about.

Did you just tell them they can shoot my wife?

Your wife just shot Barnum.

She better hope to hell that he survives.

Yeah, well, he was going to kill Shannon,

and I got a voicemail that proves it.

Well, let me hear it.

I don't have it right now.

Then I'm going to go by the evidence that I do have,

which is one dying man and two armed women on the run.

If you're in contact with Marybeth

and you want to see her alive again,

she should turn herself in.

You know what, she tried.

Hey!

Did Mrs. Pickett try to turn herself in?

No. Her partner shot at me,

and they fled together.

Well, there you have it.

Now I want you to get the hell out of here

before I arrest you, too.

Hey, stop!

What the hell, Pickett? What are you doing?

Goddamn it, Pickett!

Get back here!

Damn it!

Damn it, Pickett!

Go get him! Go now!

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Canines are almost here.

Cricket, go down and meet 'em.

What Joe said,

what if it's true?

It just doesn't make any sense.

I mean, Barnum wouldn't try to kill a prisoner.

It also doesn't make any sense

that Marybeth would shoot Barnum.

I mean, shouldn't we at least look into it?

We could bring in Hank Scarlett for questioning.

No, no, no. Look,

we'll question people later, all right?

Look, right now, we need to concentrate all our efforts

on finding these three fugitives

or we may never see them again.

- Three? - Joe just hit an officer

and stole a police cruiser.

That's a decade in prison.

Yeah.

It's a bad day to be a Pickett.

You have reached Northwest Falcon Sanctuary.

Leave a message after the tone.

Joe's in trouble.

He might need your help.

Marybeth, tell me where the hell you are.

I've even called your husband.

That is how desperate I am.

Just call me. Tell me you're okay.

Why aren't they home yet?

Were you spying on me?

Yeah, she was.

We deserve to know the truth about Mom and Dad.

They're fine.

Whatever it is they're doing,

I'm sure they're just figuring it out.

But you always call Dad

an ineffective loser.

I am sure I have never said that.

And no more sneaking up on Missy.

These spy games have to stop.

Are you sure they're okay?

Or are you just saying that

to make us feel better?

Our parents have already lied to us.

It doesn't stop us from worrying.

It only makes it worse.

Please just tell us the truth.

Okay, to hell with it.

Um, the truth is,

that I think that your father

is a very loving and capable man

who takes good care of your mother.

And we all know how great she is.

Now, wherever they are,

I know they're okay,

because they are both badasses.

And that is the truth.

All right, it's time for bed.

We won't fall asleep until they're home.

Mmm-hmm.

I know. I won't either.

So why don't we keep each other company?

You girls, you can stay up

as late as you want tonight.

- I love you, Missy. - Yes!

We'll watch old movies.

Oh, there it is.

There it is. Come on.

Shannon, come on.

Please let me help, okay?

We're so close.

- Okay? Okay. - Okay.

Come on.

Easy, easy.

You okay?

Can I please have your gun?

No.

I'm not going to be out here defenseless.

I wouldn't ask that of you.

Okay. But you're not going to hurt me,

or my husband?

Why would I do that?

You killed five men

that I know of.

I didn't kill them because I wanted to.

Just like you didn't shoot the Sheriff by choice.

- That was different. - Different?

How?

He was an imminent threat.

He would've killed both of us.

Yeah.

And the men I took down were an ongoing threat.

Okay. We need to look at your wound.

Can I...

Okay.

All right.

Okay.

Right. Um...

We need to clean it.

I'll find water.

I'll be back.

Rest. Okay?

Marybeth.

Marybeth, it's okay. It's me.

Joe.

Hey.

- Did she hurt you? - No.

It's Shannon's blood.

She's... She's wounded pretty badly.

Did you get her gun?

No.

Well, you're not going back in there

if she's still armed, okay?

Shannon is not the danger.

She is always a danger.

She gutted Frank Urman. She cut off his head.

She also saved my life twice and Luke's, too,

even though she could have gotten caught. She's...

She's dangerous. I know she's dangerous.

But she's not some unhinged psychopath, all right? You'll see.

We'll figure it out.

Joe!

Give me your gun now.

Joe, please.

Gun. Let's go.

Okay.

Now we can talk.

I don't want to talk to you.

Ah, suits me just fine.

Hey, we're on the same boat here,

whether we like it or not.

We all want out of this alive,

and it's going to take all of us together to accomplish that.

So please, take a breath.

We'll figure it out.

How'd it go with the police?

State trooper said you guys shot at him.

And McLanahan wouldn't listen to me,

so I punched him, and I took off.

- Did he follow you? - No. I lost him.

How about the Governor?

Did you try to reach him?

He'll listen to you, Joe.

Ah, well, I left my phone in the truck,

and then I couldn't go back and grab it

after I stole McLanahan's cruiser.

What?

At least I didn't shoot him.

I guess we're all fugitives now.

Yeah.

All right. What do we do?

Keep running, stay in front of 'em

till they figure out what actually happened?

Well, you're both covered in blood.

That's a perfect trail for dogs.

And plus, McLanahan is never going to find the truth without us,

so no, we... We stay here.

And then, when they do find us,

we hold them off, negotiate.

We don't come out of here until we've given Shannon's phone as evidence,

and they've listened to the voicemail.

You mean the phone the Sheriff shot?

That's the one.

What other proof do we have?

What do you mean what other proof do we have?

You know what proof we have.

The photo that you and I handed over to Barnum.

Is that the only copy?

Did you make one?

Shit.

All I know is that I'm not going back to jail.

You killed five men.

Even if they deserved it,

the law doesn't let you go doling out justice however you please.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Because it looks to me like it's the law that did this to me.

Bud Barnum, Randy Pope.

I reported that they attacked me,

and I was thrown in jail.

Marissa reported her attack, and she was killed.

If what happened to me happened to your wife

or one of your daughters,

and those assholes got away with it

and then kept doing it over and over

to other people year after year,

don't tell me you wouldn't consider killing them, too.

The law exists to protect people like you.

It doesn't give a damn about me.

Well, you can tell yourself whatever story you like.

But right now, all of our lives

are in danger because of what you did.

And yet, others are safer because of what I did.

Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?

Shannon, here's some water, clean your wound.

Hey.

I don't know if we should leave her in there on her own.

Joe, she's wounded. She's unarmed.

Just...

Give her a moment of peace, okay?

Who invited Chet? The guy's a psycho.

I did. To make sure what needs to get done gets done.

I told you I got this handled.

It doesn't look very handled to me.

And what's Mama gonna do when she catches wind

of these little hunting trips of yours?

All those trips made money.

Nobody seemed to ask this many questions when the cash was coming in.

Well, now you've got yourself a mess.

If last year taught us anything,

it's that Joe Pickett could pose a problem.

So I'll take some guys and make a run at his family

while you go finish off the Native girl once and for all.

Aw.

You'd do that for little old me?

Or I could just get Chet

to shoot you in the back of the head right now

and be rid of this problem.

All right. I got this.

- Do you? - I got this!

- Do you? - Yes!

Looks like we got ourselves

a good old-fashioned manhunt.

The Native girl?

That's right.

Apparently Barnum didn't kill

the Native girl like he said.

So I need every soldier I can get.

- Yes, sir. Yeah.

It's not just her we're facing.

No, she's got two backups.

It's gonna be a fight!

Yeah! Yeah! Whoo!

They're getting closer.

They won't come at us before daylight.

Gives us a couple of hours

to figure out a plan.

I'm going to jail, Joe.

No.

No, you're not.

There's got to be a way out of this.

You know, I never even cheated on a test.

Not ever.

Life with Missy was so...

Chaotic. I just...

I loved rules.

I followed every single one of them.

Never understood why no one else seemed to.

I just never in a million years imagined myself here.

We're gonna figure this out.

Okay?

It's gonna be fine.

How can you say that?

Even the best outcome here is terrible.

No, it is going to be fine

because I'm going to make it fine.

This is what you do.

You put your blinders on, shut down your feelings.

Expect me to do the same damn thing.

Yeah, well, right now, it's not about feelings.

- Yes, it is. - No, it's not. It's not.

It's about those men coming up over that hill.

Okay? Unless we figure out a plan,

it doesn't matter about your feelings.

I just...

I... I need - time to think. - Joe.

You know what you think.

You think you're this pillar of strength,

this rock we all lean on.

But you're not, hon.

Don't you see?

Do you realize we all just tiptoe around you,

knowing you can't face it.

Any of it. You haven't faced any of it.

And you think you're saving us

from up on your white horse.

But we don't want to be saved by you.

We want to be with you, Joe.

I wanna be with you.

And I'm here, and I'm in pain,

and you're too fragile to see it.

So, I'm alone.

Get your horses. Meet me at the rally point.

- Hurry up. Copy that.

I wanna know what you're doing and where you're going.

Aces. I win.

Okay. Then you get to ask the question.

Hmm.

Who was the first person you ever kissed?

- Me? - Yes.

Wow.

That's a long time ago.

Uh, okay. Uh, I was living in Chicago,

and he played bass

in the Fulton River Quartet.

His name was Henry.

And he always smelled like peanut butter.

- Ugh! Ew!

I don't like any of that. That sounds like hell.

- It was. Ugh.

Disgusting. Oh.

I'm tired of just waiting for a phone call.

Yeah. I know.

Missy, you dated the sheriff, didn't you?

Couldn't you call him? See if he knows anything?

Kyle was not the sheriff.

And he probably never will be.

But what if he knows what's going on?

Things are complicated

between him and I right now.

Complicated? How?

Complicated in that he cries like a little baby

every time we speak, and that annoys me.

Please.

K-9, this is McLanahan. Still no trail?

Nothing yet, sir.

Well, then, tell them dogs

to start sniffing harder.

No word from the southern squad, either.

This might take all night.

Hey, can I ask you something, Cricket?

- Huh? - If, uh...

If Barnum were to die,

God forbid, all right?

But if he did,

you think you'd run for sheriff?

What? No.

I've never actually, really, even thought about it.

But... No.

Good.

Because I would crush you like a worm.

Ah, he'll pull through, I'm sure.

Hey, you think they have any coffee left back there?

I don't think we...

Oh, um...

Excuse me.

I have to take this. Important business.

Hey, Nutter Butter. Is that you?

Hello, Kyle.

I have a favor to ask you.

Although I know that I have no right.

Yeah. I mean, I probably should tell you something as well.

Uh, Joe and Marybeth, they've been gone all day.

And, uh, they have not come home yet.

Do you know anything?

Yeah. Yeah. No, I...

They're in some serious shit right now.

Your daughter shot Barnum, and then Joe assaulted me afterwards.

It was a multi-pronged attack.

- What? - Yeah.

Surprising development.

Oh, my God. Where...

Where are they now?

Well, I mean, if I knew that, I wouldn't be telling you.

I mean, for all I know, they put you up to calling me.

They didn't.

No? No!

Hmm.

Hey, um...

You still think about me every now and then?

Think about you? Kyle, no!

Please, can you just give me something more specific

about what's going on?

You know what?

Maybe you should just ask that weird mouth-breather dude

down at the bar if he could help you out instead?

Oh, right, I completely forgot,

he can't do shit for you.

Ky...

We don't want to be saved by you.

We want to be with you.

And I'm in pain,

and you're too fragile to see it.

Think.

Come on, think.

Think.

I will keep you girls safe.

Whatever it takes.

How are you feeling?

Klamath came up there to stop me.

And then Barnum...

Barnum shot him in cold blood.

I didn't kill them because I wanted to.

After my attack,

I turned all my anger inward.

How could I have been so stupid

as to go on that trip?

To accept a drink from them?

I didn't hate the men who attacked me.

I hated myself.

I hated myself for getting attacked.

So when Marissa came to me,

instead of supporting her,

I scolded her for being naive.

Like I thought I had been.

And then they killed her.

They killed her.

I found Dan Garrett first.

I dreamt of how wonderful it would feel

to confront them,

to claw back some, some piece

of what they'd taken from me.

When I found him, he didn't even remember me.

Then I shot him, and I ran home sobbing.

I didn't feel victorious.

I felt like a murderer.

And with every kill, that feeling got worse.

I stopped them from hurting more women,

but...

It cost me my soul.

Do you think I'm a monster?

No.

I don't.

I was attacked last year.

I was shot and almost died.

I was pregnant at the time.

Thirty weeks.

A boy.

And I was shot in the stomach,

and I was bleeding out.

And no one... No one was there to save me.

And as I laid there, dying, I thought...

I want to live.

So I said to, I don't know,

God, the universe, I said...

"Take the baby if you have to..."

"But I wanna live."

I chose myself.

What kind of mother does that?

I would choose you, too.

Every time...

I would choose you.

The answer is a great one.

Thanks for choosing you.

I would choose you, too, every time.

Okay? Every time.

I'm sorry I...

I feel like I let you down.

Like, I created a situation and you got hurt.

And I'm sorry.

And...

I don't know how to ask for help.

I don't know.

You can always ask me for help.

It happened to you, too.

I really need you to.

Okay, I hear you.

I'm here now.

I am right here.

- Been missing you. - Yeah.

Yeah, I missed you, too.

I think we got 'em, boss.

Okay. They've found us.

They've found us.

It's over here. Hurry up!

Can I use your phone?

I'm gonna - try McLanahan. - Okay.

Nate called.

On my phone?

- Joe, you've got trouble. Yeah.

I can see that.

Hank and a group of armed men

are going after the Native girl who escaped.

Yeah, I'm with her.

Where'd you hear that?

I squeezed it from one of Hank's guys.

He said that Barnum told Hank she was up Bermuda Mountain.

They're going after her.

We're not on Bermuda Mountain.

That doesn't make any sense.

Barnum had no idea Shannon was gonna escape.

Why would he say that?

Native girl...

Bermuda Mountain.

This is for the pain.

- Shannon? - Yeah.

Does Marissa have tattoos on her fingers?

A sun, a moon, an arrow?

How did you know that?

Joe.

They're not talking about Shannon,

they're talking about Marissa.

She's alive.

I don't understand.

I saw her on Bermuda Mountain.

The woman who dressed your wounds.

- She's alive. - Oh, my God!

It must've been the photo.

Barnum remembered my story,

he's put it all together.

Joe, this is our proof. Marissa is our proof.

We've got to find her first.

Okay, Picketts, the jig is up.

We have you completely surrounded.

Come out or we're gonna burn the place down!

All right. On my signal, we open fire.

- Understand? - Wait, did you say open fire

or set a fire?

Kyle, are you serious?

If you don't come out,

first, we're gonna open fire on you,

and then we're gonna set the place on fire.

Time's up, Picketts.

No, stop! I'm the one you want.

I'm coming out.

Hold your fire!

Okay, I'm dropping my weapon.

It's Shannon. Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Get on the ground! Face down! Now!

Everyone, move in. Let's go!

You have the right to remain silent, asshole.

Get up.

What the hell?

Hold your fire.

You're gonna tell me where they're headed now!

If you were a better cop,

you'd already know where they were headed.