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Previously on Marshalls.

Progress a bad word around here.

Clear the road!

Just stand off between Rez and truckers

trying to get to that new mine.

On your head!

Family name doesn't carry water anymore,

so you gotta hide behind a federal badge.

He's pulling some lift for us.

Shooters are the Clyde brothers, Carson and Wes.

You're moving, you're dead.

Life's become more dangerous for me

since becoming your brother.

I guess being close to me comes at a cost.

*BANG*

- What about your gifts?

- Did you take them from a fugitive again?

- Okay, we got battery-operated cameras,

motion activated, and night vision enabled.

- I'm my own security system.

- Man, that cracked system allows somebody

to walk up undetected, drop a shell case on your porch.

- Well, I've been through worse than a bullet on my doormat.

- Yeah, see, I've come to learn

Montana's don't do theatrics.

You can't ignore this threat.

- Well, I sent Tate to his grandpa's,

and it took you to the other side.

It took me a minute to special order the right gear for vengeful Cleggs.

You know, we upset a lot of people at the standoff.

Could be anybody.

Randall Clegg accosted you before you killed his son.

You could bet the field. My money's on them.

Well, if my past has proved anything, whoever it is, they'll come for me.

Someway, somehow.

Well, let's be ready.

Woo!

City slicker embarrass you at your own sport.

Beginner's luck.

And in my sport,

you don't use a rope.

I'm a bulldogger.

A what now?

I jump off a horse and wrestle a 400-pound steer.

You make a living

suplexing gals?

It's a fair fight.

He comes out of the chute when I do,

and then another cowboy called a hazer,

keeps him on a path so I can get my angle.

So it sounds like the hazer does all the work,

and then you get the glory.

I get it.

I feel more like a hazer than a bulldogger as of late.

Get the fuzzy end of a lollipop at work.

For now.

But I keep delivering, making my bosses happy.

They'll send me back to civilization soon enough.

Okay. Beginner's luck, huh?

What will it be, Henry?

Those paint neat, Mads.

You from around here?

Barking up the wrong tree, hoss.

No.

So I was just wondering if you might know the Glegg family?

Nothing but trouble.

Really?

How much exactly?

'Cause I might have kicked the hornets' nest there.

Don't have much use for rules the rest of us follow.

And making threats?

You know.

Well, you can count on him to deliver.

What's with the face?

No way Henry was giving you a hard time, even though he probably deserved one.

I was just trying to figure out how much I gotta watch one of my guys' backs.

You have that mouth down cold.

Team comes first above everything else.

Always has, right?

Miles?

Sabrina.

Wow. It's been a while.

You mean since you ghosted me at our reunion?

Turning your back on the res is kind of your thing.

I'm messing with you too.

Like I dunk on your ambitions beyond Broken Rock.

College football, Marines, MMA.

I was always cheering you on from afar.

Ambitions and achievements are two different things.

So how are you?

Worried there are two of us at a cowboy bar?

I'm on a date.

What's your excuse?

Here with my teammates.

Right.

Heard you're a marshal now.

How's it going?

Traded badges to finally police four of my people, but...

Some of the elders think being a marshal makes me a traitor.

Never were one for fitting in.

But I'm still cheering.

Don't be a stranger, Miles.

How in the hell do we have mayo that's expired before this team has even stood up?

Sorry, I swear I'm great at this.

She needs your bulldogger for inspiration.

Bulldogger?

From "Get Me Outta Montana,"

to "Rodeo Bunny" in the blink of an eye.

You missed the action, Belle.

Yeah, I know.

Movie night with my kid took priority.

Hey.

How does camera's working now?

You ready to bring your boy home?

I'm gonna give it a little more time.

So you'd rather hang out where you were threatened

than with us?

Just trying to keep you out of the line of fire.

Says the guy has gotten a shot ever since he showed up.

Harry, did Whedon know that you were gum?

Well, some news is best delivered in person.

DOJ got a complaint from Randall Clegg.

Claims you violated his son's civil rights when you killed him.

I violated a lot of things. His rights wasn't one of them.

Well, Clegg claims that Carson dropped his weapon before you fired.

So Dutton's in a timeout, and the rest of you get ahead of whatever the DOJ investigation will find.

Putting a teammate under the microscope is a waste of time.

Going shields up for your friend is as admirable

as it is unhelpful.

I needed a partial review.

Deputy Cruz, you're in charge.

Fine.

I'll get things started.

Perhaps Carson Clegg dropped his weapon and you missed it?

I mean, the woods are shadows, foliage, chaos.

I'm calling Mr. Into chaos.

If he dropped it, I'd have seen it.

You got any proof?

I got my word.

Good luck with your investigation.

Hey, you know those claims don't have legs.

Don't need any with Gifford propping them up.

I'm not waiting around to learn my fate.

No, you're not. You're actually rolling out with me

'cause the Forest Service needs bodies to help with a search and rescue up at Bridger Range,

and I'm betting you know the area.

- Yeah, it's a brutal group of steep peaks.

- Well, you up for some man versus nature?

- Safer than what I'm facing here.

- Helicopter carrying Tom Weaver and his pilot

called in an SOS after the wind kicked up.

We're still trying to locate it.

- You don't have eyes from above?

- The wind up there is a no-go for air assets,

even unmanned.

leaves us with over 1,000 square miles to cover on foot

and a shortage of search and rescue qualified rangers.

You, too, will be handling section D4.

Sorry to interrupt.

Are there any updates on my father?

Elevation's over 8,500 feet up there.

Get ready for some climbing.

Please, my damn man will go.

Just try and keep up, girl.

It'll be nice to get Dolly Weaver some answers about her dad.

The weather's only gonna get worse,

so shove off.

We're armed, but thank you.

Your standard issue can't handle what's on that mountain.

Is this what you being hard at work

on the investigation looks like?

Good food's in the good kitchen.

We've worked up quite an appetite already.

Okay, so Miles said he didn't see anything

because he was engaged with Wes Clegg,

and there are no red flags in Casey's incident report.

Only you trusted Dutton's word at your own peril.

Okay, it's not like Casey is some dirty B-cop.

So why have you decided he's guilty?

It's not about guilt.

If he's here with his own personal agenda,

how effective can this team be?

And Dutton dragging this team down

is gonna be that much harder for you to get reassigned to D.C.

It's in your best interest

to be very thorough in this investigation.

Are you telling me to manufacture evidence

to support Clegg's claim?

I'm saying that even if there's no smoke

behind this Clegg fire,

DOJ investigation is going to find

other Dutton skeletons that can hurt this team.

Best we find them ourselves

or get buried when someone else does.

You want to get out of this ditch

that your old team threw you in?

Hmm?

Better get your hands dirty.

Didn't become a marshal to snoop on my teammates.

Feels especially wrong digging into a guy who keeps pulling our asses out of the fire.

This investigation is a great way for Gifford to destroy any trust that we've built with Casey.

Clegg's fronting for sure, but Gifford's right about one thing.

The complaint will impact the rest of the team.

So I called a friend at DOJ from law school.

You're a lawyer?

That's even less believable than you having a friend.

Okay, I said I went to law school.

I didn't say I finished.

My friend said Clegg had a local attorney file the complaint, Andrew Schroeder.

Guy has a track record of filing civil suits against law enforcement.

Huh. Well, DOJ fining against Casey would set up Clegg to sue him.

Unless we can prove that Carson Clegg was armed when he was killed.

Sheriff's office finished processing the site.

Bullets fired from Clegg's positions came from two weapons.

So both men were armed, case closed.

One gun was recovered from Wes.

Haven't found Carson's.

The man fell down a damn ravine.

The gun's probably floating downriver.

They know that property better than anyone.

Maybe they got to it before law enforcement could.

No gun makes clearing case even more complicated.

I know Schroeder.

Let me go remind him that his new client is an outlaw.

We should also sniff out if he's got any evidence he's holding back.

We.

So is the quiet man at because you're taking in the scenery,

or are you plotting your revengeance, Clegg?

I'm just glad he's coming after my badge, and I'm a kid.

Gifford's way out of line backing up a bogus claim, man.

She's taking out some old beef with my dad on me.

So is Clegg.

Not the first time I've been punished for doing what I thought was right.

When was that?

Pretty much since birth.

You smell that?

Mm-hmm. Aviation fuel. Nothing brings me back to Afghanistan faster.

Come on.

-

- I'm not sure Tom Weaver deserves us risking our lives

for him.

- I didn't realize that you knew him.

- Of him, he's a transplant.

Bought a big chunk of land

and thinks that makes him king of the valley.

- I see.

You don't like him 'cause he's doing a bad impression

of your dad, huh?

- Or a good one.

Flying around in these conditions,

knowing a storm's coming in,

these ranchers get obsessed with their brands.

Start treating their people like livestock.

There's a sheen on the water.

Bird went down upstream.

- Mm-hmm.

- So how do you know this fancy lawyer?

Your husband has done tests, his wife queen at the PTA,

you do couples' Pilates together.

- I don't embarrass me in front of them.

- Oh, why?

Because he'd spread the word at the country club?

- Look at that shine, Terry.

- I don't know.

It's like a Yogo Sapphire.

Well, you do love reflective surfaces.

Andrew?

Belle.

I haven't seen you since your birdie on 18 cleaned me out.

Damn straight.

You here looking for a gift for Jared?

I'm looking out for you.

This is my colleague, Andrea Cruz.

Andrew, we hear you filed a civil rights complaint against our teammate.

You've heard of privilege.

I can't talk about my clients.

Well, given our relationship,

I wanted to share that the Cleggs are facing investigations

on the local, state, and federal level.

How would the club feel about you being associated

with such lowlifes?

Andrew, business can't be so bad

that you have to advocate for actual criminals.

Marshall should be more concerned about the actual criminal carrying their badge.

Casey is a chip off the John Dutton block, thinking he can play outside the lines.

This will do double duty.

Carson's funeral and talking to the press.

Making noise to the media will influence the DOJ's review of the complaint against Casey.

Everyone in Montana will cheer when a Dutton finally learns

a badge isn't a shield for their sins.

Okay, so you can prove that Carson was unarmed

when Casey killed him.

Can you prove he wasn't?

Schroeder is gonna focus on Casey's character,

make him out to look like a cowboy

Cowboy who ignores the rules.

Then we need to look into his Navy service, his life in Montana,

find out who our teammate really is.

Seems like a good time to remind you that

killing Clegg was justified.

Justified and right, I don't know if it's the same thing.

So what, you're a bad man for doing your job?

There's only one person who ever believed me to be a good man.

She's gone.

You teammates believe in you, Kyle.

- Well, they're investigating me.

I know they have to, but the people you expect

to have your back trying to punish you,

it tells you so.

- So what, you find losing the badge then?

- Whatever happens, happens.

- It's kinda hard for your teammates to get close to you,

man, if you always keep 'em at arms length.

- Just 'cause I won't go to the bar with 'em

doesn't mean I wouldn't jump into the fire for 'em.

Hey.

Eyes on the crash side.

Mm-hmm.

And sit.

Let's go.

That's far enough.

Dismount and eat dirt.

I just need whatever supplies you have.

Hey, you haven't, uh, seen a crashed helo around here, have you?

That badge, what the hell are feds doing up here?

It's got nothing to do with you, okay?

You should really put that gun down before you get yourself into some real trouble.

Hey, look at me.

No, no, no, come here, look at me.

Hey, you shoot one of us, man, the other one's gonna kill you.

You got it?

Picked the wrong wagon train ambush.

Alright.

Wasn't gonna hurt anyone.

Hey.

What are you doing living all the way up here?

Got laid off, wife left, lost my house.

I live off the land or I don't live at all.

- Hmm, you wanna deal with them?

You can zip time to a tree

and just pick them up on the way down?

- Oh, be a death sentence

if the storm gets them before we do.

Yeah.

- All right, look.

You're gonna head down to the ranger station

and you're gonna turn yourself in.

Yes, sir.

Go on.

You think you'll surrender?

I wouldn't.

It feels wrong letting that guy go.

It's by the laws of nature now.

I survive or die.

I kind of envy the lack of gray area out here.

- Mm.

- False summit, son of a bitch.

- Going around takes time we don't have.

Only option's straight up.

- Well, vertical climb means travel light, travel fast,

so central gear only.

All Casey's deployments, no court-martials, no captain's masks.

He's basically a model sailor.

With a silver star to prove it.

Good luck to Clegg trying to paint a war hero in a bad light.

Well, Cal's mentioned that he and other special operators

operators struggled to turn off the switch when they got out.

Kyle's mentioned, huh?

Rather intimate personal history?

Yes.

Sweet Andrea.

I am befriending my coworkers, because I don't have one foot

out the door.

The point is, SEALs, they don't have the best reputation,

so it could open KC up to be painted as a rogue warrior.

A few years back, the militia kidnapped his son.

- Where on the res was Casey took a bunch of ranch hands,

whether an assault to get him back.

- He took on a militia with his cowboy buddies?

Was it extrajudicial?

- His dad was the livestock commissioner.

Casey was his deputy.

Maybe they did it through their office.

- That's called frontier justice.

- So Clegg may have a point.

*Trip*

Please, help first.

Weak pulse. He's barely breathing.

Hey, you Tom Weaver?

Yeah.

Well, we are U.S. Marshals, and we're here to help you, okay?

You got a sit-rep?

If we get her off this thing, her guts stay with it.

All right, let's find a spot to cut it from the train.

We'll just move her with her.

All right.

Service base, we have the down helo,

and we got two survivors in Section D4.

We're gonna need an immediate gas back,

Repeat an immediate gas back.

Negative.

All flights are grounded.

Weather conditions are worsening.

Anything we have to cut her off is with the horses.

I'll be back in 10 miles.

Sensing you boys were military.

Maybe.

Like, pilot, Helen, she's a vet too.

Go.

I'm going to stabilize Helen, OK?

Easy.

See?

- I never survived the war on there.

It'd be killed by a bear.

- The shotgun we left on the horse would've helped.

The pistols are just gonna piss it off.

- Well, this is no good for the pilot.

*Gunshot*

We're not on any weather report.

I'm on the clock purchase of land over in Spring Hill.

I needed to assess the rock cover.

Yeah, did you get a good look at it from the back seat?

Helen thought if we rebalanced the weight,

it would help the chopper get under control

when the winds kicked up.

Well, she saved your life, even though you valued

your ranch more than hers.

Hey, look, we got to cut them loose, OK?

Yeah.

Rotary saw or a broco torch, it would be nice.

If we knock out this seat, we could probably pull it free,

but we might break his leg in the process.

Go ahead.

I'm sensing you'll enjoy it.

Yeah, well, extraction staff is not gonna work

with a broken femur.

And I can't bust you up anymore without a plan down this mountain.

You have to take Helen down, too.

Rescue mission takes priority.

Recover team will get her later, okay?

Can you grab her wedding ring?

I'd prefer her husband gets it from me than a stranger.

Hey, suggestion box is open, Caio.

Well, since we're already taking the seat out,

we can use that to stabilize his leg while we belay down.

One of us tandems, the other one uses the horse

to handle any extra weight.

Horse-assisted tandem belay.

Okay. Miss that day in buds.

A cowboy, a SEAL, and a U.S. Marshal?

He's also a member of the first family of Montana ranchers.

Wait. You're a Dutton.

You gotta bite down on this.

Ready? One, two, three.

- -

Sketchy.

How?

It may be a case of frontier justice.

John Dutton was Livestock Commissioner,

and he resigned a few weeks after.

Given a power as close as a confession as Dutton's capable of,

I mean, could this be more frontier justice?

Did Casey have a reason to kill Clegg?

Other than defending his own life?

Well, maybe he thought Carson had something to do with his father's death

or his brother's disappearance.

Randall Clegg was a pain in the ass for John Dutton

when he was livestock commissioner.

That was a weak motive.

He left a trail of bodies after his buddy,

Chairman Rainwater, was almost killed, didn't he?

All justified.

Did...

Casey have a connection to the Broken Rock man

that Clegg shot?

Ernie Cano?

Yeah.

I'm not a human LinkedIn for the res, you know.

Let you and I take a drive.

I'll solo down, prep the horse.

Yeah, how's the dude getting to me, man?

I think it's gonna be safer if you tanned him with Weaver.

The only guy who never puked in the Hindu Kush can't handle Montana?

I'm gonna find some branches, stabilize his leg.

You just tend to his wounds, all right?

Sorry about your father.

I got to Montana too late to meet him.

But from the stories,

seems like he could have taught me a thing or two about ranching.

Wasn't much for teaching.

You had to learn the hard way with him.

My old man was a hard ass too.

Only on Wall Street.

Working for him made me rich,

but I was never too fond of his shadow.

Part of coming out here was to escape it.

But good luck.

Trying to escape my dad's shadow just led me into more darkness.

And we don't get to pick our fathers.

No, but you wanted to tell her husband yourself.

Reminded me of a good thing mine once did.

Well, I don't think I'll remind you of him as a rancher.

It's a hard living.

You gotta be all in to have a hope of success.

- I cut my teeth on my grandparents ranch in Wyoming.

As a kid, I'd try and build something of my own.

Leave my family something more than a stock portfolio.

Hearing a crackerjack like you quit the cattle gang

and get any paws though.

- I'm not all out. I still got 300 pairs.

- How do you have time for that?

- Hey, the storm's getting close.

So let's build this and boogie.

These are my neighbors.

I have to be able to face them when I go home.

Is this Ernie K.O.'s room?

Miles, what's going on?

Excuse me, Auntie.

Marshal Gifford here would like to speak with Ernie.

Ernie's down in PT for his leg.

Sorry to disturb you.

We tried.

In my experience, a wife knows more about her husband

business than he does.

Any idea if Ernie has a relationship with Casey Dutton?

Everyone knows the white man used to break horses on the res.

Is that all? Nothing more personal?

I never met him, but his wife taught at Ernie's school.

He was quite fond of her.

We both were.

You don't say, ma'am.

Do tell more.

I distract they're getting close

Steady. How you doing?

Don't focus on me.

Come on.

You good?

First of all, I...

Yeah!

Our collar just used their shotgun against us

and beat feet into the woods!

I'm gonna pursue!

Leave two men behind this time.

-

-

-

-

-

- All right, you get him down the hill.

I'm gonna pursue that recluse.

- One is done, right?

Mission's not over.

Please, I'm responsible for a high enough body cut today.

All right, man, let's get off this mountain before it throws anything else at us.

Come on, one, two, three.

Yeah!

How was your field trip?

It was enlightening.

I learned that Dutton killed a man who had tried to kill someone important to his late wife.

Meaning what, exactly?

Well, Ernie and Monica Dutton worked together.

They grew so close that he and his wife

used to have Monica and her son over for dinner

when Casey was deployed.

We don't know if Casey knew any of their history.

Clegg just needs to whisper that to the press,

and they will have a field day exploiting the Dutton name.

Think anyone in this unit will have a career after that?

Now, I'm informing the Office of Professional Responsibility

of the connection.

You are feeding Casey to the wolves based off a theory.

I'm keeping this team away from his blast radius.

You can file that in order if you want a job done right.

You can't pull a badge over dots that may not connect.

Government's the windshield. The rest of us are bugs.

Okay.

You were on KC-6 during the incident,

so walk us through it again from the start.

We all pursued the Klegs to their hunting grounds.

Casey and I broke off from the team to outflank them,

pushed up the hill.

Took fire from two positions.

First, we got separated by the IED.

Wait, a decorated Navy SEAL missed a tripwire?

There's no chance.

Maybe it was detonated remotely.

- Wes and Carson were behind cover.

They didn't have eyes on us yet.

- What am I worst nightmare thanks to you two?

- Lost track of how many times you saved me today.

- Wish we could have saved everyone, sir.

- He's on the--

- Yeah.

It's some U-turn you just pulled on that transplant.

Yeah, I might have pegged him wrong.

Yeah, let's get back, man,

'cause I want to dig into that guy who almost mutts sucked us.

I'd rather face off with that bear than see Gifford.

Yeah, I get it, but I ain't got no words.

You're gonna be good on that front.

It's a long nature, man.

Look, I'm sorry, Calvin.

Looks like Dutton's goose is cooked.

Oh, so you can prove that Clegg was unarmed then, huh?

Well, not exactly, but this office needs to project a proactive stance against abuse of the badge.

OPR has cleared the way for you to fire Dutton

before they finish their review.

I warned you hiring him was a mistake.

Now you can correct that.

You know, last time I ended a teammate's career,

costing everything, so...

You want his badge so bad, do it yourself.

Check this out.

We had the sheriff search the scene again,

looking for ways the Cleggs might have had eyes on Casey and Miles

while engaged in a gunfight.

They found trail cams from a grad student in Missoula

studying gray-crowned rosy finches.

Did the sheriff miss the trail cams in the initial processing?

They're under-resourced and looking for a missing gun.

There was a note on one of the cams.

The Cleggs were piggybacking off of it for hunting.

Ms. Carson Clegg.

Weapon firmly in hand.

How's that for Thoreau?

The abuse of the badge looks pretty damn heroic to me, Harry.

Glad you cleared this up.

I'll tell the OPR to shove it.

Good work.

Hey.

It's true, I'd rather be back in D.C. than here.

But not so much that it turns me into a rat.

They'll never play me like that again.

Everybody, meet the man who saved my life, Casey Dutton.

Figured a rancher needs his hat.

Oh, this thing is filthy and this room is sterile.

That land on Spring Hill you were saying belongs to the Quinns?

It does.

They went bust over grazing in pastures.

It's gonna take at least two seasons

before it's fit for cattle again.

- You saved my life and my pocketbook today.

I'm in your debt.

- We all are.

- Enjoy your family, sir.

- No, hold on.

I need you out there protecting Montanans

without having to worry about your ranch.

Let me lend you some hands.

- No, I can't accept that.

- Mm.

When my father makes you an offer,

you don't have a choice.

- You had my back today, Casey.

It's only right I say thank you.

- You let Casey know he's in the clear, right?

- Mm-hmm.

I left him a message, but having her back.

- I'm sure he doesn't think our pack protected him today.

- You know, I get a sense that he's used

failing to stand up for him.

Yeah, after digging into his past,

it seems trouble's been hunting Casey his whole life.

And he's still standing.

Yeah, but it comes at a hell of a price.

Look who it is.

You begged me to come out just so I could watch y'all cry on your beers?

Saved my ass with the Klegs. I had no idea.

Well, they had your back just like you had mine.

Well, the upside is pretty sure we got Gifford off your ass.

Doubt that's the last time I'll deal with him or the Klegs.

Hey, check this out.

I think we let one of America's most wanted go,

specifically Rudy Carpenter.

Come on, does that not look like the eyes of the guy shot at us?

Serial bomber on the lam for three years, Rudy Carpenter?

Yeah, it would explain why he was gunning for us.

You can't just ignore this, right?

Oh, um, everybody, this is Dolly Weaver.

I don't mean to crash the party,

but my father insisted on buying drinks

for the people who saved the job of the man who saved his life.

I'll join to that.

- Hell yeah.

- Yes, thank you.

- You'll see.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, nice to see you.

- Yeah, all right.

- See you, Father.

- Thank you, cheers.

- Thanks.

- You know, for what it's worth,

I hated turning your world upside down.

Nothing my dad despised more than internal affairs.

- We're all good.

- The day for you, you kept your badge

and you made a new friend.

She's just grateful we saved your dad.

Oh, I know what grateful looks like,

and that is not how she's eyeing you.

Saddle up, cowboy.

Hey, look, I have questions about how you two arrived here

together, but I'm just happy to have you here at all.

Well, the fact that we can keep our family's world

from falling apart, justified, and right.

Yeah.

You know, maybe the badge is a path to penance.

Well, baby packed her stuff up,

she didn't even say goodbye.

Upset Dolly robbed you of a chance

to buy another round from your favorite bartender?

Yeah.

She's so scared not knowing if her dad was dead or alive.

Well, she's lucky to have that kind of relationship with him.

She's lucky, yeah.

Bartender's my kid.

Maddie.

Been out of her life.

uh, over 20 years.

She's your daughter?

I took this posting to move closer to her, but...

It's becoming clear that, you know,

she'd rather have me out of her life than in her bar.

Cal.

Give it time.

Tom.

Run.

Ugh.

All the skills my dad says you have?

Seems like life of the party's not one of them.

Definitely more comfortable driving cattle

than being jammed in like one.

Well, your teammates seem nice.

Glad you all are out here keeping people safe.

Makes Montana less scary.

Montana's not scary.

You should have to get to know it.

I don't know.

I wish I knew a local that could give me a crash course

- I am.

Wait, you were born and raised here.

What do you say?

- Maybe.

We'll be right back.