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Everybody went looking for that kid.

Two days later, Turner found Caleb's body.

Caleb?

Their son. That whole thing really messed Turner up.

Hello, you. It's been a while.

A lot of things keep me busy.

We're all busy. You can still call someone back.

This tattoo. Now look, who puts this on their tattoo?

The ink's got flakes in it. Actual gold.

Do any of you know her? Any of you know this girl?

If you can help us...

Do you know anything about gold tattoos?

I got nothing for you, T.

Just fucking leave it.

Yeah.

I found Jane Doe.

That's a pretty one.

-Mommy... -Hmm?

Why do we have to die?

Because this world is only the beginning.

And our people have other places to go.

El-o'-win?

Yes. Where we all cross over to

when our time here is finished.

What does it look like?

It looks like this.

Will we be able to fly in El-o'-win?

Anything you can dream of,

you can do there.

So, if you ever think of anything you want to tell me,

you come here.

Hm.

I'm gonna walk back to the house.

Do you want to come with me?

In a minute.

Okay, my sweet girl.

Lucy Cook, seven years old, reported missing from her father's home

here inside the park. July 19th, 2010.

-And we're sure this is our Jane Doe? -It's her.

I thought I'd seen her. That's why she looked familiar.

But she'd just grown up.

-What are we talking about? -It was my case, Lucy Cook's abduction.

She disappeared from her father's house at the edge of the park.

No sign of forced entry, no ransom note,

her blood on the rug, no trail to follow.

It all led to the father.

We all thought he killed her. Not just you, Kyle.

Yeah, but I wasted a lot of time trying to prove it.

Can you buy me, like, 24 hours before you release the name?

Yeah, sure.

It's gonna be a shitshow around here when folks find out about this.

Lucy's father, Rory Cook, was killed less than a year after all this.

He moved to Fresno to try and get away from it.

Someone found him, beat him to death outside a bar.

Folks have their own way of dealing with child killers.

Except he didn't kill her.

-Her mother worked in the park? -Maggie. Nice woman.

She worked in the administration office for years.

Until she got sick. Cancer.

Says here she died three weeks before Lucy disappeared.

Her mom went to hospice.

Lucy moved in with Rory and her stepbrother.

Was it James, I think?

Yeah, James Cook. Says here he's got a current address in Fresno.

I'll go see what he knows.

You want me to tag along?

He probably won't think to tell you, but, uh...

well done ID-ing our girl.

I'm gonna need you to pull up the last 48 hours of cell phone activity

for a Teddy Redwine.

You can't complain to Paul about me harassing you this time.

Told you, I wasn't complaining. I was concerned.

Old habit.

I went through some old stuff, and... I found this.

And a... list of camp counselors

and people involved with the camp, my years, in case, you know...

you could use it.

I think we've ID'd her.

Oh. Well.

Never mind then, I guess.

No, I'm not... happy.

You asked me the other day and I lied and said I was, but I'm not.

I try to keep moving.

You know, keep my mind busy, but...

I still just...

you know, think

about all the things I miss about him.

And the lousy mom shit I did.

Today I drove past the ice cream shop, and I...

remembered the last time Caleb and I were in there.

He was so happy.

His nose was pressed against the glass, and he was just, you know...

He was lost in all the, you know...

flavors.

Trying to decide which one he wanted.

And I remember I kept saying... "Come on, Caleb, just pick one."

"Pick a flavor. We got to go. Mommy's late."

Remember when he'd get really excited, he'd do that thing where he...

walked in place and kept snapping his fingers and...

I kept telling him to hurry. "Come on, Caleb, pick a flavor. Just pick one."

"Let's go."

Until I just...

I picked one for him.

Rushed him out...

to get to the fucking post office.

So, just, you know...

call me anytime you want.

Investigator came to talk to me about Sean Sanderson.

Why about him?

His disappearance.

Trying to put together a wrongful death suit against the park.

Do they have anything new?

I don't know yet.

I'm sorry, Kyle.

You accidentally left me back there.

Wanted to save you the trip of coming back to get me.

Okay. Got it.

Lab ran those pills.

Coke, ketamine, peyote, couple other things.

Wild blend.

-Your friend at Mariposa PD... -Mm-hm?

Reach out, ask them if they've come across any of it.

-Or the bottles with the X on it. -All right.

I didn't know about your son.

I'm sorry.

I think about my little boy

and what you and your wife had to go through and I...

Cook's apartment.

-What number is it? -305.

You can wait here.

What? Why?

I'm the one who ID'd her, remember?

James Cook live here?

Damn it!

James Cook! Federal agent!

Put it down or I'll shoot.

You okay?

Good thing I disobeyed orders, huh?

I can get the money.

-What? -Tell Hector I can get it this week.

Okay? This week.

Everything I owe.

Hey, hang on. Who are you?

Oh, Christ.

You heard me say federal agent.

I thought you were just making that shit up.

This is why I like to stay inside the park.

What do you know about Lucy Cook?

Huh? I don't know nothing.

Your half-sister?

-You and I talked about her 15 years ago. -What? No.

I had nothing to do with any of that.

-Any of what? -Her disappearing.

I told all you back then what I saw.

She was in her room, then she wasn't.

-Have you seen her recently? -Seen her? What do you mean?

-When's the last time you saw your sister? -Half-sister. Fuck.

I don't know.

Whatever that night was, like you said, 15 years ago.

-Not since that night? -No. Hang on.

How... How would I have seen her?

What the fuck?

Is that... Is that her?

You...

You're saying she... she grew up?

You ever hear from anyone claiming to be Lucy?

No.

What about any of her friends?

What friends? And you can't go in there.

This is the first time I've heard her fucking name

in close to a decade, at least.

Where do you get your meth?

There's rules about just-just... just digging through someone's shit.

Not for you, James. You just took a swing at a federal officer.

Some of my boys came over. They just left it.

Uh-huh.

-Who sells this? -What is it?

Got no clue.

The X mean anything?

Maybe if a pirate gave it to you, might find some treasure.

Fucking make yourself at home!

Did your father ever talk to you about what happened to Lucy

the night she disappeared?

You mean before he got beat to death for killing her?

Nah, we never hung out much chatting about it.

Now you're telling me that little bitch was alive the whole time?

-That's not very nice, James. -Who's gonna make right by that, huh?

Huh? Who's gonna fucking make right by that?

So what then? There was no abduction?

Something happened that night.

I mean, there was blood on the rug in Lucy's bedroom.

Her father and James said they didn't know how that happened.

Said they didn't know she was missing until the next morning.

One of them hit her, maybe. Then she runs away?

Seven years old? It's young to run.

Not if she gets desperate enough.

I mean, mother dies.

She ends up with those assholes.

I wouldn't have hung around long.

Not always as easy as that.

I guess. Yeah.

Otherwise, you might've left LA a long time ago.

You were a beat cop in LA?

Uh...

Yeah.

Plan was to work my way to a detective desk, but...

Your husband got suspended.

Under investigation for stealing cash in a drug bust.

Like I said, Gael's father and I were never married.

But we've been split for a while.

And yeah.

Seemed like a good time to make a move.

What about you?

Who ran you out of New York's FBI field office 25 years ago?

I grew up on a ranch in Colorado.

New York's a long way from that.

I woke up one day and I couldn't see the sky, so...

And I prefer most animals to people.

-Especially my horse. Yeah. -Especially your horse?

I spent my whole life in LA, so it's taking some getting used to.

But I kind of get it.

There's something cool about being in the park alone.

Just hearing things you didn't even know existed.

I walked up on this big herd of deer the other day.

Watched 'em for a second before they took off everywhere

and sent your horse bolting off about a mile for me to chase down.

On foot, the bucks will scatter.

The rest will follow.

But on a horse, if you stay calm, you'd ride right through the middle.

I'll remember that next time you abandon me out there.

When Mr. Redwine didn't arrive at work,

his manager attempted to reach him, but got no response.

Was the victim on park business at the time?

He was not.

Has the family been notified in this situation?

We're looking at all areas.

You know that squatter girl?

-I think we should take another stab at... -Not right now.

But she might be able to...

Has the department come across any leads?

She might give us more information.

Maybe later.

We're going to continue the investigation

and we will keep you alert to any new...

Hey, what's going on out there?

They're running Hamilton through the wringer

about the kid we pulled out of the river.

You explain, Paul. I don't have enough information

to keep myself from looking like a fucking...

Better yet, you do it.

What am I doing exactly?

You're going to tell everyone why people keep dying in my park.

I don't know why yet.

How about you tell me what you do know, Agent Turner?

I can't do that, not yet.

We're talking about ongoing investigations here, Lawrence.

I'm aware what we're talking about. I also know there's a level of information

I should be provided.

And that isn't the case. Hasn't been for a while.

Well, we can make sure you get...

I reached out to NPS in Washington.

Voiced very serious concerns regarding your work here.

Your lack of focus and cooperation these past few years.

Expressed my sympathies for what you've gone through, but made it clear.

I'm going to file a formal request for your transfer the fuck out of my park.

I expect to hear something soon.

Well, he is a son of a bitch, but, uh...

he's not completely off base.

He needs answers to questions, and we're not helping any.

I think they were both murdered.

More than likely, the killings are connected.

Shit.

A bullet went through Lucy Cook's leg.

Someone was chasing her.

Christ... if you really think we have a serial killer running around the park,

we need to let folks know.

Doesn't feel like that. Not yet.

What kind of bullet was it?

It was a .284.

Hunting rifle, long range.

What did I miss back then, Paul?

When Lucy Cook disappeared.

Clears the gun, not the shooter.

But we don't want it to be him, right?

What's your pleasure?

I'm all good, thanks.

Here, compliments of hotel management.

What's with you tonight?

Hmm?

You're, like, extra serious, even for you.

I had a case go a place I wasn't expecting,

I didn't want.

Well, don't forget our arrangement.

Hmm?

As soon as we lock that door... everything out there just goes away.

Yeah, I'm just finding it harder and harder to turn off.

I screwed up and got a kid involved in something I shouldn't have.

Too late to get him out?

Sorry.

A few days ago, Caleb and I were going to go down the lake together.

Just jump in and... disappear.

Right before we did, I got a call about this girl that went off El Capitan.

Something inside me is like, "It's some kind of cosmic message," you know?

A sign from God, telling me not to go with Caleb yet.

Yeah, maybe it was.

No.

I was just scared.

And if I hadn't have been,

would've been me they were pulling out of the water instead of Teddy Redwine.

How about... next time that you are thinking about...

going to the lake...

how about you give me a call?

I'll tag along, and...

Hell, we'll go skinny-dipping.

-No one but me will pick him up. -Understood.

And if you're running late, we have an after-hours program.

-We'll slide him over. -Great.

And you'll let them know too? That I'm the only one who can get him?

Yeah, I'll make sure of it.

Hey, I know you like to wander sometimes, but not today.

-You stay with your teacher, okay? -Okay.

Okay.

Mm!

Gentle. Gentle.

-You ready? -Thank you.

Hi, hi. Love your outfit today.

-Big winds last night. -Yeah, it gave my place... a shake.

-Thought I was gonna lose my roof. -This is gonna burn off soon.

Think your gang can handle that pine without you?

We gonna go fishing?

Hey, see you white boys back at the shop.

This is Turner, leave a message.

Shit.

No fishing rods.

Were you close with Maggie Cook back in the day?

Shit, yeah. Of course we were friendly.

I was lucky.

Maggie was one of the nicest humans I've ever known.

I never saw her when she wasn't smiling.

Even when she was sick, she always asked me how I was doing first.

Well, that girl who went off El Capitan

was her daughter.

Daughter? Lucy?

You sure?

Yeah.

I thought Lucy's father killed her.

So did everybody else.

Except him, I guess.

How long has she been in the park?

Well, that's what we're fishing for.

Mr. Begay?

Agent.

Jay.

Sorry to bother you. I was just wondering, did you know Maggie Cook?

Maggie? Sure, some.

This used to be her place before she crossed over.

And you've lived on this property the last ten years?

Give or take a few months.

-Is there some kind of problem? -No, I was just wondering.

Have you seen a young girl in this area the last few years?

What's this about, Jay?

Young woman went off the peak.

Agent just wants to do right by her.

Would you take a look at this for me? I'm sorry, it's not pretty.

No, never seen her.

-Should I have? -Just thought maybe she'd been around.

Like I said, not that I saw.

If you don't mind, I'll take a look around.

Feel he's looking to accuse me of something.

Ah, you can trust him. He's just rough around the edges.

Ever since...

Ho!

Now I know why you needed a Tonto.

Keep all the other Indians from slamming the door in your face.

Think he was telling the truth?

With your people skills?

Hell, who would lie to a charming guy like you?

Some of Maggie's things left behind when Mato's family moved in.

Said he didn't know who to give them to, and it felt wrong to throw them away.

Saw a girl up on the ridge above.

Said he never got close enough to know if it was the same one.

She'd run off when she saw him coming.

He say when was the last time he saw her?

Months ago.

She came back here because it felt familiar.

Safe.

Last time I was up here was with Lucy.

When our people released her mother's spirit.

Sent her off to El-o'-win.

Never saw Lucy again after that day.

Why do you care so much where she spent her last years?

Wouldn't change where she ended up.

Unless you think it wasn't just a stumble that sent her over the edge.

These mean anything to you?

Real old Miwok magic.

Keep evil spirits away.

Evil spirits?

Evil anything.

Siri, give me directions to a meadow filled with old hippies.

It's to the right, yeah?

Let's go. Come on.

Jill Bodwin?

-Hi. -Hi.

Esther Avalos with the Butler Carson Law Firm.

You know, if this is about property transactions,

we're already aligned with a firm.

No, sorry. This is about Sean Sanderson.

He went missing in the park about six years ago.

Your ex-husband Kyle Turner led the investigation.

I'm sorry, there were a lot of those cases back then.

Yeah, it seems like an easy place to get lost.

Um, I actually spoke with Agent Turner a couple of days ago.

He walked me through what he remembers about Mr. Sanderson's disappearance,

but I thought that you might have...

You know, I only volunteered in the park a few summers.

-As a counselor. -Understood.

No, sorry, this is more about the park's investigation

and what you recall.

If you found anything unusual about it.

Unusual? In what way?

I guess just compared to Agent Turner's other investigations.

Well, I'm sorry... uh, Ms. Avalos.

I'm not sure how much time you spent with Kyle,

but he doesn't share a lot of information, about anything,

much less his work.

So, even when we were married,

he really didn't discuss cases with me.

I'm sure that during this period of time, there was even less work discussion.

You and Agent Turner had lost a son a few months before this, correct?

I don't mean to...

I'm not sure what my son has to do with this.

I'm simply trying to grasp Agent Turner's state of mind

at the time of the investigation. If he wasn't fully engaged,

which, I doubt any of us would be following a situation...

You'll have to ask Kyle about that.

Though, I'm not sure I'd recommend it.

And if you'll excuse me, I have my own work to take care of.

So, have a great afternoon.

I didn't mean to upset you, Mrs. Bodwin.

Oh, I don't know you well enough for you to upset me.

-Thank you for your time. -You bet.

Fuck.

Look at us, horse.

Smallish foot.

See, Turner, this shit's not so hard.

Where do you need them?

"Lay off the gold tattoo shit."

Say again?

Why'd you send that message to Teddy Redwine?

Yo, whoa, dude. Who the fuck are you?

Why did you send him that message?

What kind of badge is that shit? A fucking zookeeper?

This isn't going to work if we're both asking questions.

I got nothing to say.

Fuck, man.

What the fuck, dude?

"Lay off the gold tattoo shit. Nothing good there. Not healthy."

-You were warning him about what? -I'm telling you, man. I don't know.

You two were friends?

Fuck.

-Me and T. -And the gold tattoos, what were they?

-I don't know. -What were they?

-I don't know! -Who gave it to 'em?

They're like a brand. Like on a cow or some shit.

These connected to the tattoos?

Hmm?

You're closed.

Fuck.

We're closed.

-I got an appointment. -Bro, I said we're closed.

Fuck you.

-Fuck. You're costing me customers. -These connected?

I've seen those before.

And I heard about the gold tattoos.

But I make damn sure I don't know nothing about any of it.

There ain't no future in that shit. Not for me, T, nobody.

Not for you either, bro.

And you got no idea where they're coming in from?

Not even if someone walked in with a fucking map.

But I tried to tell Teddy.

Can't even acknowledge this shit exists.

Hello?

Hello?

Ah!

Ah!

No!

Vasquez, you in there?

Goddammit.

No.

God.

Help!

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Okay.

Oh, Fuck. Oh, fuck.

Help!

Help!

Help!

No!

Ah!

No!

Please...

Vasquez!

Turner!

-Turner! -I'm here!

I'm here! I'm here!

I see you. It's okay. Hey.

I can't move. There's water coming in. You gotta pull me out.

You're okay.

I can't get to you.

-You can come back to me. -I'm fucking stuck.

You gotta pull me out. The water's coming in.

You made it there. Nothing has changed.

You can make it back.

You have to stop fighting it.

Close your eyes.

Slow your breath.

You're on your bed.

Your son is beside you.

He's looking at you.

Perfectly still. You can feel his heartbeat.

Just slow your breathing down.

Just think of your son.

Just slow it down.

I moved.

Okay...

I got you. There we go.

It's okay. Take your time.

Shh...

You're okay.

-Oh God. -Well done.

It's all right.

-Hey. You're okay. -Yeah.

I know.

Oh my God.

I'm sorry. Jesus.

It's okay.

That was so... so stupid.

How'd you find me?

You left a pretty good trail.

I'd have been here sooner, but the tracks kept going round in circles.

Ha-ha-ha.

I found it up top.

You just may have stumbled on something, Ranger Vasquez.

- Hi - Hi.

Oh...

When I was young And I was barely free

Just a boy upon my mother's knee

Was that the wind Howling through the trees?

Or was that you calling me?

Calling to me

You showed me where The candle flame was black

I said, "Oh, baby I never noticed that"

And with your breasts Pressed against my back

You were laughing in the bath

Laughing in the bath

Take a look at this face of mine

Is it cool? Is it crystalline?

Or a pale imitation?

A brand-new tessellation?

Tell me what you see

Moondog, you're all I need

My mind keeps circling back to you

Just like the universe, it begs me to

What frightens me Is what frightens you

Oh, babe, what are we gonna do?

Lucy, I told you to stay out of my shit!

I'll beat your little ass!

I want Mommy.

Then she shouldn't have died!

-Jimmy! -Coming, Dad.

Get in here and clean this shit up!

Turn this shit off.

Give me a cigarette.

Hi.