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Previously on Marshals...

Got eyes
on a possible triggerman.

Whoever attempted
the assassination

swept their tracks.
Threat's still out there.

The mine will provide
valuable jobs

Broken Rock desperately needs.

The casino wants

the $20,000 you owe.

Pain in my shoulder
is a symptom of cancer.

A spot's opened up
in the D.C. office.

You're suspended from duty

until further notice.

I would love to make East Camp

part of my operation.

You'll never be free till

you shed everything
that's weighing you down.

And what would a deal look like?

Here to suspend me
from my job, too?

Hey, look, part of my job is
protecting Miles from himself.

And the man can't get out
of his own way.

Maybe you made the right choice.

How... how's he holding up?

Between Sabrina

and the mine fight,

he's channeling his anger
into Broken Rock.

Uh, uh. Told you,

we're trading beers and burgers
for fruits and veggies.

The only thing crueler
than cancer is a cancer diet.

I got you an appointment
in Salt Lake City

with the best oncologist
in the region.

Now, I made a list of questions
you're gonna need to ask.

-What's wrong?
-The poking

and prodding
and lying in machines, you know,

it just...
just gets a little lonely.

One is none.

Tell Maddie.

Having someone with you might

make the time go
a little faster.

Not gonna guilt her
into a relationship.

Well, hell, I'd go with you,
but two of us on a road trip

doesn't exactly
respect work boundaries.

Yeah, right.

I appreciate you
swim-buddying me.

I just, I can't carry it alone.

I feel like I need the riot gear

any time
you're near that jukebox.

Yeah, only Andrea could start
a bar fight at noon.

-Does this work for you?
-Okay.

I think our girl's gone native.

I'm glad
you're embracing Montana

'cause I need you all in
at work.

Now with Miles down,
everybody's got to step it up.

You can count on me.

How's the speech

for the senators coming along?

Striking the perfect balance

between groveling
and genuflecting.

Perhaps Council Member Irons
was right about me.

Kowtowing to our overlords.

Your pen will prove just
as powerful

as our ancestors' lances
and arrows

in driving the rare earth mine
off our river.

Well, I may beat them
with their own rules,

but nobody's gonna mistake me
for Dragging Canoe.

What brings you here, Miles?

Thought we'd go over
what you want me to say

to the Senate Committee.

I see. No longer an asset
to the cause.

A heroic U.S. Marshal

from the reservation
demands respect.

A suspended marshal
demands scrutiny.

I know
you'll make us proud, sir.

Hey. We leave tomorrow.

Why don't you ride with us
to the airport?

Maybe the chairman will have
a change of heart.

I can't feel my fingers.

It's God's way
of telling you to work harder.

Or God's way of telling me this
is what ranch hands are for.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I brought you a gift, Tate.

Reeled in many a trophy catch
with it.

A bamboo rod?

Thank you.

What we call a deal sweetener.

I'm gonna go rig this.

Oh, this is Jeb,
our ranch foreman.

Beautiful land.

Thank you.

Mr. Weaver thinks he can run
a thousand pairs through here.

That size herd will put a lot
of pressure on the soil.

More land, more cows,
more profit.

Mind if I look around?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Formal offer. I think

you will find it
to be extremely generous.

I know
you don't like to be pushed,

but with all the money Dad's
raised, he's eager to close.

Expand or die.

My family's had this land
for almost 150 years.

Lot of blood and pain
and heartache came with it.

Lord knows I've had my share.

All you've been through here,

offer like this will
turn your fortunes around.

Clearing out the ashes
of a fire that killed my friend.

Standing in the shadow
of a house where my wife died.

There's definitely been
a dark cloud over East Camp.

But come spring,

grass will grow,

calves will start
hitting the ground,

this ranch will be
full of life again.

What are you saying?

My life's been defined
by losing the things I love.

And East Camp's one thing
I can hold on to.

Can't say that
I'm not disappointed, Kayce.

But if this is what you want,

I'm happy for you.

Jeb!

I didn't mean
to get his hopes up.

Yours, either.

When it comes to the Duttons,
my hopes were never

about East Camp.

How's everybody doing?

Confused if
you're initiating conversation.

What's got that spring

in your step, cowboy?

Mind's at ease, I guess.

Does this mean
you're keeping East Camp?

Yeah.

I'll be damned. You can finally
take me for a ride.

Probably gonna be a lot
of riding.

I want to make part of the ranch

an equine therapy center
for vets.

Oh.

Time with horses
was healing for Garrett.

I'm gonna name it after him.

No better way to honor him.

Speaking of second chances,

you and I got one.

Rudy Carpenter.

The fugitive you guys left
up on the mountain?

Ugh, it's like

he can sniff out a big score
to come take credit for.

What brings you this way, Harry?

Well...

We got some résumés
we need to go over

to fill the hole in our lineup.

Miles is only suspended
temporarily.

-He's gonna be back eventually.
-I'm not talking about Miles.

With Andrea headed back to D.C.,
we got some big boots to fill.

You're leaving us?

I'm sorry. I...

I didn't know
how to tell you guys.

Yeah, she ships out tomorrow.

Oh.

Thanks, Harry.

Well,

you got what you wanted.

Congrats.

Gravitational pull

of home is hard to resist.

There must be a way
to spin bringing down

a cartel on Broken Rock
in our favor.

My intentions were pure.

Well, in Washington, intentions
are trumped by optics.

You disobeyed an order
and abused your badge.

Sometimes good men
have to do bad things.

You sound like Kayce Dutton.

Not sure if I should be proud
or terrified.

Done a lot of good
for Broken Rock, Miles.

Look out!

Gun!

The wolves have returned.

Well, seems fitting
my final act is cleaning up

the mess you and Cal created
when you left Rudy Carpenter

on that mountain.

Well, it was hunt him
or save Tom Weaver.

You think
Weaver would return the favor

after you left him at the altar?

If he's a real rancher,
he'll know why I can't sell.

I don't know.

Duttons and Weavers feuding
gives you and Dolly

some Romeo and Juliet vibes.

Okay, this I will not miss.

Decision wasn't easy.

Well, I wish you'd reconsider,

but I know better than trying
to talk sense into city folk.

Hey, Mo.

Wait. What?

-I'll be right there.
-What's going on?

Chairman Rainwater's vehicle
got shot up on his way

-to the airport.
-Another attack?

- He survive?
- I got

to go keep him out
of the crosshairs at my place.

Ranch is quiet.

Is there any chance
you were followed?

Doubled back three times to
make sure we didn't have a tail.

Who knows you came here?

Only Cameron Standing Bear.

He's an outstanding
Tribal Officer.

He's stationed
at the edge of your property.

I'm sorry, Kayce, for bringing
my problems to your land.

Sensing some irony in that.

You have anyone on the outside

tracking down the assailants?

The attack didn't happen
on tribal land.

Our police have no authority.

I thought
you went to Grandpa Long's

when I sent the hands home.

Prefer sticking with you.

This can't be a coincidence

that this happened right
as we're firing our last salvo

against the mine.

Dark forces
behind the bomb attack have

crept back out of the shadows.

Maybe Council Member Irons

worried his op-eds
weren't moving the needle

and decided to use bullets
instead of words?

No, Nathan Irons
is all bark and no bite.

He's an opportunist at worst.

He did know you was going
to the airport today.

I'll head to Broken Rock,

see if I can sniff anything out.

Okay. Clerk confirmed

Paul Daniels hasn't
left his room all day.

No visitors, either.

Well, intel says
Rudy Carpenter's

meeting Daniels here today,
so, we sit and wait.

This the kind of high-octane hit
you'd hope to send you off?

Yeah, should prepare
you for the op tempo downshift

you're gonna face in D.C.

You'll realize this tactical
Swiss Army knife's a unicorn.

Getting a little salty in here.

Well, I guess I deserve it
for not telling you all

- I was leaving.
- Look, I know

you want your gig back at D.C.,
Dre, but you never know.

Things might open up here.

Might be running this team
sooner than you think.

Oh, really?
You going somewhere?

Look, you sure you want to put

the Fed pantsuit back on,
deal with all the politics,

watch your mouth 24/7?

The Deputy Marshal Cruz I know
loves the open range.

She can't stand being fenced in.

Also can't stand

bugs, animals,
or being kidnapped and tortured.

All right, deflect all you want,

but Montana has grown on you.

Just make sure you're running

towards something you want

and not away
from something you don't.

This home feels...

more settled
since my last visit.

You and Tate have come
a long way

on your new beginning.

Never would've changed paths
without your guidance.

Well, if the first attempt
on my life led the Duttons here,

I can only imagine...

what good fortune
the second will bring to you.

Cameron missed a check-in.

Call's not going through.

Nothing.

Wi-Fi's down.

Someone could be jamming
our signal.

I'll go check on your officer.

Alone?

Need you to keep an eye on Tate.

Yo, Coyo, what's up?

They made another move
on Rainwater.

At East Camp?

Killed the officer on watch,

jammed up our comms
at the cabin.

Where are they?

Headed toward the cabin.

Could use a few more rifles
by my side.

Hyah, hyah.
Hyah. Hyah!

We rolling out
for Kayce or what?

Letting this white whale
slip away again

will bring Gifford's wrath.

Yeah, well, I'd rather
face Gifford's wrath

than fail another teammate.

Could use Miles's gun
in this fight.

Call him.

Kayce's signaling us.

-Signaling what?
-A warning.

You two, get upstairs.

There's no time
for Dutton stubbornness.

These people want me dead.

Then we need to be
armed and ready.

It's come to that.

This soil knows bloodshed
too well.

Get upstairs, move!

Move, move, move!

It's Kayce. Cover him.
Moving up!

Kayce's back in the fight.

Covering fire!

Okay, Andrea, I'm gonna
need you to flank left. Okay?

Come on, guys, flank!

Coyo, you good?

Sorry, son. You should never
have been in that position.

We always fight
for family, right?

Seems our most innocent become

collateral damage
in our battles.

Where politicians go,

calamity follows.

Count ten enemies
down hard outside.

Team's pulling biometrics.

Hopefully, get a read
on who these guys were.

Tactics and equipment
point to professional operators.

Likely hired by the same dark
forces behind the mine bombing.

Whoever they are, they could be

sending another wave this way.
It's not safe here.

Yeah.
Let's fall back to the compound.

We'll start digging
into these assailants.

Find out how they knew
the chairman was here.

Okay, Rainwater,
Mo, and Tate are settled in.

What'd y'all learn?

Okay, we got IDs on the crew
that hit East Camp.

They're all Spec Ops vets.

And the team leader,
his real name is Lance Blaine.

He's South African.

The other dead men
are foreign, too.

So we got
international mercenaries

going after Rainwater?

When killing's
all you're good at,

that work will find you.

Their service records
don't overlap.

I can't find a connection.

Yeah, financials show
the same shadowy payments

like to the Trailkeepers
after bombing the rally.

Yeah, which led us nowhere.

Phone records from the tribal
officer killed at East Camp.

He called
Council Member Irons' office

after he was posted as guard.

Uh, keeping him in the loop
as to the chairman's safety?

Or selling him out. Irons wrote
that pro-mine op-ed last week.

Tribal council member
behind these attacks?

Could be the inside man
being used by a bigger bad.

Yeah, well,
whatever his role is,

man, he's the best lead we got.

Let's find out where Irons is.
Okay?

Jock up?

Man, I think Tate's been through
enough today. Okay?

You hold it down here.

Since when do cops
get a game room?

Cal created it to be
our decompression chamber.

Never thought you'd need it.

You know, the last time
you took a life,

nearly broke your mother and I.

I won't be hiding
under any beds this time.

I thought I could break
our family's cycle of violence.

It always ends up
in a familiar place.

Hey. Thanks for jumping
into the fire with us today.

Like you told me,
there's always gonna be a snake.

And you were more dangerous.

Felt good making an impact.

Just hope I get more chances.

You got Call of Duty?

Foosball's best we can offer.

Game on.

These are the coordinates
Irons' cell phone pinged.

Not much out here.

Good place for a meetup
away from prying eyes.

Well, had enough surprises
for one day,

so let's get heads
on swivels, y'all.

Hey, that's Irons' vehicle.

Irons, drop that weapon.

Vehicle clear.

When the attack failed,

he must've felt the walls
closing in on him.

Yeah. Punched his own ticket.

Nathan Irons took his own life?

Punished himself
for the blood on his hands

before anyone else could.

Well, he and I battled,
but I don't believe this.

We both know the lengths
folks will go

when their land gets involved.

If Irons is involved,
he did somebody else's bidding.

Then we need to find out
who's holding the leash.

Hey, Chairman.

-Hmm?
-Your motorcade's here.

Our sheepdog took care
of our flock today.

Aho, kholá.

Thank you for
your sacrifice, Kayce.

I'm proud to call you
my brother.

Go end this fight.

Stood tall today, man.

-Had your teammates' backs.
-That's never been an issue.

Keeping my judgment
under control is.

Takes time, man,
to become calm in the chaos.

Spent most of my life
trying to make an impact.

Finally found my calling,
and I blew it.

Eh, you're not the only marshal
around here

who's taken matters
into his own hands.

And this unit's not so elite...

if it's down two manhunters.

I'm reinstated?

To desk duty.

I could live with that, boss.

Yeah, all right.

I can't believe the puppet
master behind those attacks

was the political opponent
of Rainwater.

Lot of cash for a Broken Rock
member to be throwing around.

Well, we're gonna dig
into Irons's finances.

See if we can link him
to those attackers.

Yeah.

Y'all made Montana proud today,

and this unit has exceeded
even my expectations.

Such a shame we're losing
one of our finest.

Best of luck to you,
Deputy Marshal Cruz.

Hey.

Well, let's not turn this
into a wake.

-Miles, one last game. Come on.
-I'll get the taser.

- I want in on this.
- I thought you

had something
at your son's school tonight.

Exactly,

so, you know,
let me have my fun.

How you holding up, Tate?

Easy day.

Bring it.

Reminds me of the old bunkhouse.

Yeah, except I feel
at home here.

Told you.
This is the antidote, Coyo.

-All right, let's go.
-Let's go, buddy.

Come on.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh!

All right.
Here we go, here we go.

Well, I guess
this is it, cowboy.

I don't even know what to say.

Well, that's a first.

Finally got you
to dance with me.

You also gonna start
talking about work

now that you got
your badge back?

Two things I care about,

you and my job.

Almost lost one,

gonna try my best
not to lose the other.

Why are school fundraisers
always...

so dull?

At least at this one I won

an Aspen getaway
in the silent auction.

What? How much?

Oh, nothing I can't afford.

Maybe not.

I've dug myself a little hole.

Not blackjack again.

You have your extracurriculars,
I have mine.

-How deep a hole?
-Twenty.

Thousand? W--
What, and you expect my help?

We're partners, aren't we?

I can't carry this alone.

Yeah, maybe you should.

What happened to Miles?

He's headed to the airport.

Rainwater gave him a second
chance, just like you did.

Hmm. Seems like you did, too.

Glad to know
you're capable of that.

That was almost funny.

Yeah. I came up with it
while you two were dancing.

Mm.

Wait, what are you doing?

This is what you wanted, right?
Chance to talk?

Yeah. Um...

What should we talk about?

It's up to you... Dad.

I knew you couldn't
quit us, Dre.

You don't seem to be
in a hurry to leave.

Having second thoughts?

Only about who's behind
this attack on Rainwater.

The coroner's throwing shade
on Irons' suicide.

Come on.

Okay. So there's no powder burns
on the hands, but...

there are defensive wounds.

- So he was murdered?
- Well, the call from

the tribal cop came to
Irons' office, but his assistant

confirmed that he wasn't there.

Irons and the tribal cop
are patsies.

Yeah, but, okay, so who squealed

about Rainwater
being on East Camp, then?

Check this out.

One of Kayce's cameras
caught this,

an East Camp ranch hand
just after Rainwater arrived.

Okay, so Kayce
sent him home early.

I mean, probably calling
his girlfriend or something.

It's not enough to get a warrant
for his phone records.

Kind of grasping
at straws there.

I'd feel better leaving if I
knew who shot up Kayce's house.

This guy's got an address
just outside

of Bozeman, okay?
I can stop there

- and just see who he called.
- No, you're not.

You're gonna catch your flight.

Okay? We'll go check
on the ranch hand. Come here.

Hey.

You do us proud, Dre. Okay?

All right. Don't be a stranger.

You know,
I don't know if I can handle

this frat house without you.

You kidding? You might be the
toughest operator in this unit.

Stop it. I know you think
I'm little Ms. Perfect.

No, that's what
you wanted me to think.

But after learning the
family mess that you survived,

I respect you for never settling
for less than you deserve.

Mm...

Damn, that looks good.

Mo said Rainwater's
speech worked.

He blocked the mine?

60-day suspension of work

for full review
of alternate sites.

Sounds like
the nail in the coffin to me.

Guess it took more than Mom's
picture to save Broken Rock.

You never waved the white flag.
She'd be proud of you.

You, too.

Well, I'm not sure
she'd appreciate

the house getting
shot to hell, though.

Before you became a marshal,

East Camp was just us
and our family ghosts.

But with your teammates,
Mo, Rainwater, the Weavers,

you brought life back to it.

You're stronger than I am, son.

That's the way it should be.

I love you.

Come on in.

Forgive the intrusion...

but we heard about
what went down here.

Yeah, we got lucky, didn't we?

Dodged a bullet not buying
this place, Mr. Weaver.

Literally.

Situation like this
puts things in perspective.

Tate, my dad was wondering

if you'd want to go
bass fishing?

In Texas?

I figured a change of scenery
might do you good.

It'd ease my mind,
if it's not an imposition.

Oh, not at all.
And you come join us

when you've
cleaned this mess up.

I'm gonna go pack.

Uh, what about you?
Going fishing, too?

Oh, who cares about Texas?
My heart's in Montana.

I've been thinking, I'm gonna
tag along with you to Salt Lake.

What happened to respecting
workplace boundaries?

You know, Utah's got couches and
bourbon. Things could get messy.

Well, I've been
reminded I can handle messy.

Besides, we both deserve
a partner that's got our six.

U.S. Marshals! Open up!

Ranch hand's down hard inside.

It's handled, sir.