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- Previously on Marshals... - We got to hold

on what we got.

We don't move, it's Roner all over.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Said you'd been experiencing

some neck and shoulder pain?

We'll run some tests, try to find you some answers.

Would you like to go on a date sometime?

I'd love to.

Family name doesn't carry water anymore,

so you got to hide behind a federal badge?

This...

- is a terrible idea. - Long day.

♪ low, dramatic music ♪

Winter fields came in nice.

Yeah. Tom Weaver's hands get all the credit.

His daughter's hands get credit, too?

Hey, you communicating with aliens?

'Cause these hay bales can't be for decoration, right?

They're to feed the herd.

Grass gets scarce when the snow comes in.

Get your hand warmers ready, city slicker.

Winter's coming.

It's the first time someone from Omaha's

been slapped with that label.

But I have you know, Tate, I was freezing my ass off

in the Hindu Kush when you were still in diapers.

Supposed to meet up with Deebo.

Unless you got more grass you want to stare at?

Get out of here.

Man, it's nice to see you two doing so well.

You know, being a father suits you.

Didn't come natural.

I thought being somebody's son would be the hardest thing

I ever had to deal with.

Man, I needed a morning like this. Thank you, Coyo.

Everything good?

Yeah, just fighting battles on multiple fronts, but

it's nice to know you got my six.

Sketchy guy coming up the driveway to the house.

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You lost?

Not if I'm trying to figure out where all the cowboys have gone.

Think you can back up that smart talk

armed only with that six string?

Ain't you heard? I was born dangerous, Coyo.

Damn, Double G.

- I ain't seen you since... - Camp Uhley. Afghanistan.

So, after all this time,

you just figured you'd show up in Montana

unannounced, huh?

Well, felt a calling to head west,

see how my old teammate was doing.

Good Lord, is that Tate?

Hey, Tate.

I want you to meet Garrett. He's my old buddy from the Teams.

Figured.

Can't imagine anyone else getting a greeting like that.

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Cal? Wasn't expecting to see you.

Double G. In the flesh.

I guess I should start believing in ghosts.

You were all teammates?

Three-quarters of a badass group of pipe hitters

everybody called the Four Musketeers.

Nobody called us that.

Who's the fourth?

♪ somber music ♪

Let's, uh, get your stuff inside.

There's a lot to catch up on. Ain't that right, Cal?

I got something back at work. It's good seeing you, Double G.

Come on.

Sure thing, boss.

Get you inside, man.

♪ soaring, dynamic music ♪

Hey. The fugitive

we collared yesterday was processed in Helena.

And?

And I thought you'd want to know.

Now I do. Thanks.

You feeling okay?

Yeah, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?

Jared said your run-in was at the doctor's office parking lot.

- You left that detail out. - I'm fine.

Okay.

Are we?

We both agreed we made a mistake and, you know,

gonna respect boundaries at work.

Stay front-sight focused.

It's nothing personal.

Yeah, no, nothing personal.

Right.

Down. Down, down, down. Good. Good.

That horse has a fire in his belly.

I'd sooner jump on a grenade than mess with him.

Yeah, he's got a temper for sure.

I guess I would too if somebody was trying to take my freedom.

Well, I wish somebody would've gave us this much TLC

when we got out of the sandbox.

All right. Come on. Come on.

Good.

I guess nobody gets off easy getting out of the Teams.

You had it worse than most.

I look like I'm gonna suck start my pistol to you?

Just haven't seen you in a decade.

You were spinning out pretty good last time I did.

I ain't got a worry in the world, Coyo.

Trading in that rifle for a guitar

was the best decision I ever made.

Always did like hearing you play that thing.

I've been making a name for myself up in Nashville, too.

Glad you left the past in the sandbox, brother.

No looking in the rearview for me.

Music's my purpose.

Seems you and old Cal found a new one, too.

I was spinning my wheels till he offered me a Marshal badge.

Ain't that rich.

Cal gives you a new career, and he ended mine.

♪ somber music ♪

Well, all this reminiscing's making me thirsty.

Well, you know,

only ten percent of first dates make it to the third.

Good for us, beating the odds already.

We got to survive our fourth date

before "us" makes it into our vernacular.

Not to get ahead of anything, but, uh,

are you thinking about telling Cal?

The man's got no say in my life.

But he does in mine.

Fine. How about now?

- He just walked in, didn't he? - Wait.

So this is a-a thing?

You got nothing to say?

I didn't realize she was your daughter when I asked her out.

It's not something I boast about.

Enjoy your evenings.

That charcoal filter,

that's what makes it Tennessee whiskey.

Why are you pimping Tennessee so hard?

You said you were from Alabama.

Well, I am.

Only good thing to come out of there is I-20.

Myself included.

I had to drag you out here last week,

now you're just a regular, cowboy?

I'm just playing tour guide.

Garrett didn't appreciate the peace and quiet at the ranch.

Ugh, I get it. I can't wait to get back

to the concrete jungle myself.

Fresh air is too suffocating.

You know, I think you just gave me my next song title.

And that makes you my muse.

You know, last time I heard you play,

you were interrupted by a mortar attack.

Taliban's a tough crowd, huh?

They ain't got nothing on those dive bars

I've played down south, though.

The stage is right there.

You can finish what you started for Kayce.

I only play big venues now, darling.

Hey. Pull up a chair, Cal. I'm buying.

I think I'm gonna rain check it.

After all we've been through,

you can't sit down, have one drink with me?

Yeah, you know what?

Next round, and the round after that, is on me.

Okay? Enjoy your night.

Hooyah, Senior Chief.

Well, here's to Two Musketeers.

Cheers.

♪ Shake it ♪

♪ Make it till the m-m-morning ♪

Hey.

Double G have you howling at the moon last night?

Took all my frogman skills just to get him out of the Bullet.

How is he?

He's better than I expected.

Seems to be all in on this music thing.

I mean, if he says so.

Man shows up out of the blue, after a decade,

'cause life is good?

Come on.

I know a damaged frogman when I see one.

You should.

You caused a lot of his damage.

Hey. Tip just came in.

Fugitive on our Top 15 Most Wanted list,

- Reed Pollard. - Wait.

The most wanted bank robber of his generation is in our town?

Planning his next heist.

We got a possible location on him.

Yeah, I mean, Pollard's been on the board for years.

No one's come close to catching him.

Yeah, well, he's never been on our hunting ground.

Okay. Let's roll him up.

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Despite pulling off some of the biggest heists

of the last decade, Pollard has managed to stay

one step ahead of the Marshals.

Yeah, this guy's a modern-day Dillinger.

His scores have netted millions.

So what brings him to Montana?

An anonymous tip says he's in town scouting his next takedown.

Bagging one of our most wanted, that'd be a great way

to start this day, y'all.

- What's his target? - We don't know,

just that he's holed up at the Ashford Rodeo Grounds.

Rodeos have moved south for the winter. Place will be deserted.

Great, no civvies.

Should we gear up, full battle rattle?

Pollard's not one to waste time, so if he's moving on his target,

I need you and Miles here, quarterbacking.

And, Andrea, you and Kayce, you roll with me.

Okay? Let's move.

Did we just get benched?

Sure feels like it.

What'd you do?

Nothing. You?

Nothing.

They're kicking doors.

We're gonna get stuck here doing paperwork.

Nothing personal.

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Must have an inside connection

to be holed up in a place like this.

Guy's stolen millions and chooses to live like an animal?

Lives like an animal so he can steal millions.

It's that kind of discipline is why

no one's come close to catching him.

How we want to do this?

Pollard's known for stealth, not force,

so I think fast and dirty should do it.

Any word on his team?

Usually only works with a few, but n-never the same ones.

Tip might be from a scorned old crew member

who's come back to haunt him.

- Lot of that going around. - Hey. Movement.

On me.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

Federal agents. Show yourself!

Contact rear!

Go.

Okay, hold fire.

Check these bodies.

U.S. Marshal!

Kayce, none of these guys are Pollard.

It's got to be yours.

Okay. Kayce and Andrea are on the ground, searching.

Where are we on Pollard?

Local PD set up roadblocks, three-mile perimeter.

- Anything pop? - No hits on the BOLO

or at the perimeter checkpoints.

Kayce says he clipped him.

Have we checked hospitals, local clinics?

No gunshot wounds reported anywhere within 30 miles.

Gifford's gonna eat my lunch if Bozeman PD get this collar.

Did our fairy tipster happen to come in with any more intel?

He's gone radio silent.

Okay, extend to a statewide search

'cause Pollard could've stolen a car, slipped the net.

- We can't lose him. - Did you get anything

from the three dead guys you dropped?

Still waiting on local PD

to ID the guys

'cause they were only carrying guns and zip ties.

Zip ties were likely for hostages on their target.

You may have put them down right as

they were launching their heist.

Didn't put 'em all down.

Yeah, don't remind me.

And Pollard's the headliner of this crew.

It's unlike this team to let such a big fish get away.

Kicked the door with a full unit,

might've turned out different.

Or maybe one of you catches a round.

You questioning my call?

Not your call, your motive.

My motive is to do what's best for my team,

and if you feel differently,

that's on you.

Now, we have a fugitive on the loose.

So, find him.

Hey.

Are you part of this whole conspiracy?

Oh, no. Man, no.

The conspiracy to sideline me, that's all you.

I'm talking about Miles and Maddie.

They're... dating, or whatever people do nowadays.

Maddie's the girl Miles had a crush on?

Oh. Well, that explains your grumpiness.

At least towards him.

Dating somebody I work with,

Maddie's sticking it to me, right?

Sorry, it's... it's not respecting work boundaries.

Stay front-sight focused.

Awful lot of firepower Pollard's crew

was packing today. Not his M.O.

He uses different tactics for pulling off a heist

and keeping his freedom.

Man isn't willing to go quietly. He made his choice.

He got shot for it.

Allegedly.

I hit him.

So in addition to your SEAL and cowboy skills,

you're also telepathic?

Okay, who am I gonna ask you about next?

If you mention Dolly Weaver,

you're walking home.

Is that who has you checking your phone every ten seconds?

Garrett, actually. He's not responding.

Oh, he's probably just sleeping it off.

He was hitting it pretty hard last night.

911 reports an intruder in a shed at 533 Marigold Road.

That's four blocks from the rodeo grounds.

Told you I hit him.

We'll see, cowboy.

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He's dead.

That isn't Pollard.

Dead guy Kayce and Andrea found is Jack Manning

from Pullman, Washington. No priors,

no known connection to Pollard.

Okay. Where are we with the rest of the crew?

Troy Ryan, Kenny Roman, Sam Harold.

Ryan and Roman, both from Iowa.

Harold from rural Michigan.

And according to the FBI,

none are known associates to Pollard.

Well, tough luck

running into us on their first time out with him.

First time out anywhere. They all have clean jackets.

Clean jackets don't mean clean living.

True, but this ain't the crew

that pulled off the Lufthansa heist.

Four strangers

from out of state with no criminal records.

What are they doing in Montana?

And where is Pollard in all this?

Could've been nearby when you got the drop on his guys,

slipped away.

Or maybe he planned the job, hired a crew

while he stays in the shadows.

Then who tipped us off that he's in Bozeman?

Wait, can we trace that tip that

led us to Pollard in the first place?

It came from a burner phone.

It's no longer pinging.

I mean, Pollard's M.O. has always been hands-on,

so I know he's close by.

We got to flip these four worlds upside down.

Maybe something will pop, put us on to his whereabouts.

And if he's the mastermind here, then he armed these guys.

Ballistics on the gun might tell us a different story.

Yeah, that's good thinking.

Miles, Belle, you keep digging into this crew.

Let's get those recovered weapons

over to the ballistics lab.

Where'd Kayce go, by the way?

Said he needed to go check on Garrett.

Is something wrong?

Couldn't get ahold of him.

What is up with you and Double G?

He seems like a great guy.

I thought the brotherhood bonded you for life?

Get these to the lab, okay?

Oh, damn it.

What's up?

Look, there's, um, there's something I forgot to do.

Can you make this run solo?

If it spares me your yacht rock playlist, I got it.

Look, and hey, make sure they expedite the tests.

- Okay? - Hooyah, Senior Chief.

Roner.

Roner!

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

Roner, I'm coming.

Roner, I got you.

- Hey. - Coming, Roner.

- Garrett. - I'm coming.

Hey, you're good. Garrett. Hey.

Get off me. Get off me.

Get off me.

- Garrett. - Get off me.

- Get off-- - Hey. Garrett.

Garrett, you're good. It's Coyo.

Hey. It's Coyo. You're good. You're good.

Hey, hey, you're good. Hey. Hey.

Hey. Hey. Yeah. You're all right.

Yeah. You're all right.

You're all right, dude. Come on.

You're good.

You're good. You're good.

Still not able to link any of the shooters

with Pollard or each other.

No texts, emails, calls.

I'm coming up empty myself.

I can't even find evidence that they were casing a target.

I don't think failing Cal's

gonna get me back in his good graces.

Sounds like you're at least winning in your love life.

- He told you about Maddie. - Mm.

How pissed is he?

I wouldn't say he's doing cartwheels over it.

Story of my life.

Good thing's always followed by a bad one.

Miles, you liked a girl, you asked her out,

she said yes.

It's all good.

No, it's not.

My personal life's complicating my relationship with my boss.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sure it'll be awkward for a bit,

but it'll blow over.

Just when I started feeling like I belonged at this job, now...

Cal is only upset because Maddie is into you,

and she has been keeping him at arm's length since he got here.

Wait, how long have you known Maddie's his daughter?

Got some personal details there?

No, I was just assuming things aren't great with Cal

because he had us going to his daughter's bar

without sharing why.

We should get back to Pollard.

I'll clear out now.

Get out of your hair.

Sorry for the trouble.

We're all haunted by what we did outside the wire.

Or didn't do.

You know, it's pretty twisted how much more sense life makes

in a war zone than in the civilized world.

I thought music was your new purpose

and you're out doing what you love.

Stopped doing what I love when I got kicked out of the Teams.

I used to be a part of an elite combat unit.

Now, I'm...

scrounging for gigs up and down the Honky Tonk Highway, and...

grown tired of it.

Man, they outed all the quitters in BUD/S.

You dragging that guitar around tells me

you're still in the fight.

Music's my only escape.

My only healthy one anyway.

Yeah, when I'm on the stage, that adrenaline, it...

it helps me forget about the past,

but as soon as the applause dies down...

...I say good night to the sun.

♪ somber music ♪

Things got pretty dark for you, huh?

In and out of jail.

Psych wards, rehab, sleeping on the streets.

That last op changed everything.

Yeah.

For all four of us.

You've taken your hits, man, but...

...you're a survivor.

I feel like surviving's my punishment for what I did.

You may have a lot of demons,

but don't go fighting for something you didn't earn.

We both know who Roner's death is on.

I'm trying to get my head right, Coyo.

I'm losing hope.

I've dealt with a lot of hurt and loss myself.

This ranch helps.

I may sing country, but I ain't no cowboy.

The healing power of nature, that's-that's a real thing.

Being out on the land,

feel a part of it.

It's been a long time

since I felt like I was a part of anything.

Stay here.

Long as you need until you

find a path forward.

♪ hopeful music ♪

You sure about that?

I mean, I'm-I'm a lot more complicated

than that ornery horse.

We might not be teammates anymore.

We're still brothers.

I know it's a lot to take in.

I'll loop in a couple of specialists

who have experience with these kinds of cases.

It's important to know that you're not alone.

Support groups can provide a source of stability,

especially early on...

♪ Wanted your love ♪

♪ But all you ever wanted ♪

♪ Is someone to touch... ♪

Turn left in 400 feet.

Left ahead? I already made two lefts.

♪ ominous music ♪

Mm. Hey.

You didn't respond to my texts.

Uh, I got sidetracked.

Well, we didn't. We located Pollard.

Where was he hiding out?

A jail in Las Cruces.

New Mexico?

Got picked up five days ago under an alias.

Small-town cops, it took them a minute to realize

they had bagged a whale.

Why would someone tip us off

about a fugitive a thousand miles away?

And Las Cruces cops say they found nothing on Pollard

pointing to any jobs in Montana.

Did anything pop on the rest of the crew?

Still hard to figure out what brought them here,

and no evidence that they were casing any spots for a heist.

This is starting to feel like a setup.

Wait, did forensics get back on the ETA with these results?

No, nothing yet.

Wh-- I thought you and Andrea were doing that together.

Yeah. I to-- I mean, I told you, I got sidetracked.

By what?

Um... Just, uh, get-get a sitrep from her.

- Hey. - Hey.

Taking on one of those battles you mentioned?

Nah, I was just trying to figure out if Pollard was,

you know, some kind of bait for us.

You know?

How's, uh, Garrett?

He's still carrying a lot of baggage. You were right.

How bad?

Sounds like he's gone Winchester in his fight to keep going.

And away from the chaos, you know,

these demons in your head, they just

keep grinding you down,

especially if you don't got teammates to lean on.

Mm-hmm.

And taking his bird will do that.

I tried everything, everything, to avoid that.

He's gonna stay with me for a while,

see if he can sort some stuff out.

You sure that's a good idea?

Is "no man left behind" not a thing for you?

You know, he's my brother, too, Coyo.

And as his team leader, I feel responsible for his struggles,

but we both know how combustible Double G is.

I just don't want you in his blast radius.

It feels like we lost two brothers on that op.

- Hey. - Hey.

You heard back from Andrea?

She's not answering her phone, and the forensics lab said

she never dropped the weapons off.

Miles is trying to get a hit on her SUV.

She should've been there and back by now.

Miles, what do you got?

Sheriff found Andrea's vehicle two miles

- from the lab, smashed up. - What?

- Is she okay? - There's blood

in the vehicle, but she wasn't on scene.

What'd she hit?

Truck hit her, broadside, but it was also empty.

Could be a hit-and-run.

Did she run, too?

Maybe she was in shock? Wandered off.

Or a Good Samaritan passed by and took them all to a hospital.

First we get ambushed at the rodeo,

now Andrea's missing?

Feels coordinated.

- DUSTWUN. - What does that mean?

Whereabouts unknown.

Sheriff just sent over traffic cam footage.

All right. Throw it up on the screen.

♪ suspenseful, dramatic music ♪

There she is.

That's no accident.

Smash-and-grab.

Classic ambush technique.

My God.

She's not moving.

Yeah.

Impact probably knocked her out.

Okay. Okay, listen up. Hey!

Hey, listen up!

Deputy Marshal Andrea Cruz has been abducted.

So, whatever you're doing,

getting her back is our only priority.

Okay? So you track her van,

you ping her phone, you do whatever it takes.

Okay? No one's taking a break till she gets back safe.

No one. Let's go.

Get to work!

Hey, who the hell's coming after us?

Whoever it is, it feels personal.

Help! Help!

Behave.

Help! Help!

Yell all you want. No one's around to hear you.

Stay there.

Hey. Any luck tracking her phone?

Been trying to ping it.

It's either turned off or destroyed.

Road weather cam a few miles from the accident

caught a cargo van matching our BOLO.

Okay, it's got to be the same one.

Got a hit on the registration.

It's a business. Treasure State Demolition.

That's the first thing that's made sense all day.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

Deputy U.S. Marshal Andrea Cruz.

In my home.

What an honor.

Full force of the U.S. government will be coming for me

and you for breaking the law.

Randall Clegg.

After what your team has done to my family,

the only law that concerns me is an eye for an eye.

Stand up.

Let's prep for a full assault on Randall Clegg's compound.

Would he grab Andrea and take her

to the first place we'd look?

Even if she's not there,

somebody on that property will know something.

What are the protocols for an abducted U.S. Marshal?

Tear Montana apart till we find our teammate.

I got a call into Gifford. It's all hands on deck.

What the hell is Clegg doing?

Getting payback.

Those zip ties we recovered off the gunmen at the rodeo,

they must've been meant for us.

Going after Kayce's job is one thing,

but kidnapping a U.S. Marshal? Why now?

His business went bust.

He lost the rare earth mine demo contracts

after his sons shot up Broken Rock.

With one son dead and another one facing life in prison,

he's got nothing to lose.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

Does an assault

put Andrea at risk if he's doing this to negotiate?

Clegg knows he's crossed the Rubicon.

He is ready to go out on his shield.

Making himself a martyr

certainly helps gain sympathy for his son.

I'm happy to oblige him.

You know, I've been teammates with Andrea for months now.

I don't even know who to notify as her next of kin.

I think she said her mom was back in New York.

Right now, we're all the family she's got,

so let's get her home.

♪ suspenseful, dramatic music ♪

What is this?

A man standing his ground.

This isn't a negotiation.

Bit by bit, I've watched the life sucked from this land

by faraway bureaucrats who care nothing for it.

I've seen the blood of my kin

spilled by their puppets.

You all take and take and take

till there's nothing left but a desert.

It has been too dry

for too long around here.

And what are you in all that?

A spark.

It's time to burn the land clean.

Why was Andrea alone when she got grabbed?

It was a routine run.

I didn't know we'd be in Clegg's crosshairs.

Belle says you were supposed to go with her.

Yeah, and I would've sent you, but you

were more worried about your old teammate

than the ones you got now.

Look, man. Roner, Double G,

that is the third rail in our friendship,

but the only way Drea's gonna get out of this

is if we are pulling in the same direction.

It's eerie, though, 'cause the last thing Drea said to me...

...was, "Hooyah, Senior Chief."

Garrett shows up and here we are again,

got another teammate behind enemy lines.

Let's hope this one turns out better.

This can't be how Andrea goes out.

Told you, something good happens,

something bad always follows.

Coming up on the property line.

There's an access road a few miles past

the main entrance to the Clegg compound.

- We can jock up there. - Copy that.

No signs of activity.

- How far out is backup? - Like an hour out,

- but we can't wait for them. - With any luck,

we pull this together faster than Clegg expected.

Yeah, we catch them off guard,

that's our best tactical advantage.

Okay, look, we're gonna proceed on foot,

fast and quiet.

Belle, Miles, you're gonna take the left flank,

Kayce and I will take the right, and when we get to the target,

we're gonna clear that main house first.

I know we're all out for blood right now, all right?

But remember, this is a hostage rescue, okay?

So careful where you send your rounds downrange.

- Let's get our girl back. - Let's go.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

Contact front!

Down, down, down.

We need fire on that bunker!

Contact right!

They were expecting us.

Clegg went and got himself an army.

More shooters in the barn.

They're gonna overrun us.

Watch the flank.

We got to get off the X.

♪ intense, percussive music ♪