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Previously on Marshals...

You were all teammates?

Three-quarters of a badass group

of pipe hitters called
the Four Musketeers.

Who's the fourth?

Roner? Cheap shot.

It kept history
from repeating itself.

If we'd had teammates
like Andrea in the Navy,

I'd still be a SEAL.

- Garrett!
- Tell Cal...

-I'm sorry.
-For what?

Rockslide.
Guard and driver are dead.

- Three prisoners escaped.
- Neil Lamb.

-I'm a friend of the family.
-You don't see

any scenario where
you can trust me.

- Only one.
- Coyo.

What the hell are you doing?

You know, I thought
you'd be the last person

I'd have to remind one is none.

What happened to you sticking
by Double G's side, huh?

We're having a talk
when we get home.

Oh, we got
a lot of talking to do

if we make it off this mountain.

Where's your ride, man?

We've been stomping around
for over an hour.

It's, uh...

No, it-it's this way.
It's this way.

So, how was Double G
when you left him?

Coyo.

Hey, you hear me, Coyo?!

You hear me? How did a sheep

end up
in Commander Muro's hooch?

Uh...

That's between the commander
and his sheep.

This guy.

Man, it's bad enough
we're posted up

in this bullet sponge, but you
three pissing off our C.O.'s

only gonna make things worse.

Eh, cake-eater like Muro,

he needs to be taken down a peg.

By someone.

Definitely not us.

Enough foreplay, boss.

How much trouble we in?

None.

And why is that, huh?

'Cause Senior Chief
took care of it.

Damn straight I did.
Now grab me a beer

to get Muro's ass out
of my mouth.

- Gotcha.
- And how do you even

get a-a sheep

onto the damn FOB anyway?

Well...

it turns out Coyo's got
some wrangling skills.

Yeah.

Sheep whisperer, huh?

That how you got that brand?

No.

Told you,
I lost a bet in high school.

Yeah, well, you won having me
as your team leader,

'cause I just spared you a
one-way ticket back to Wyoming.

Mm. Montana.

Yeah. Whatever. Okay?

Well, as thanks,

I'll say some real nice stuff
at your wedding next month.

Oh, is this marriage
gonna stick?

Third time's a charm, right?

And I got Coyo here
as an example.

You know? He makes it work.

Sounds like Monica
makes it work.

He talks about her
like she's a damn saint.

She is.

Between her and little Tate,

my only other happy place

is running and gunning
with you boys.

That's exactly why
I'm not going anywhere.

Bravo's my all-in all the time.

Good.

'Cause you can't break up
the Four Musketeers.

Man, will you stop trying
to make that a thing?

I will beat your balls
if you keep pushing it.

Hey, look. Save some of that

fighting spirit
for downrange, boys.

-We spinning up?
-Yeah.

Recon element up in the Kush
for a follow-on DEV assault.

Hooyah.

All for one

and one for all.

Man, I warned you.

Aw, come on.

Both Cal and Kayce's phones
are going straight to voicemail.

Cowboy off doing his own thing.

What a surprise.

Should we be concerned?

I mean, with Cal up looking
for Kayce in the mountains

-in this weather...
-Two SEALs

who survived a hell
of a lot worse than Montana.

You worried
about the other SEAL?

You want to swing by
the hospital?

I called the hospital
to check on Garrett,

but I'm not on his contact list,

so they can't disclose anything.

Bus crash, escaped convicts,

meeting your mom--

all great distractions.

Hell of a first day back, huh?

Well, it's after midnight,

so technically I'm on day two.

So, we staying on the clock
or punching out?

Last thing Cal told me
was for us to find Neil Lamb.

Disobeying him
feels like the wrong choice.

You need to tap out, I get it.

Given you just saved the life

of the mother
you pretend doesn't exist.

It happened.

I'm processing,

and I'm putting it behind me.

Again.

Okay.

Hey, hey.

Get up.

We've been all over
this mountain for hours.

No sign of your vehicle.

I must've missed a switchback
'cause of the weather.

My truck's

on the other side of the ridge.

We're not gonna make it there
in these conditions.

This storm's gonna be
a man-killer.

We need to find shelter. Now.

If memory serves correct,
there's a...

an old hunting cabin up here.

Oh, Dutton's trying
to keep me on this mountain.

I say we power ahead
to your truck.

Shut up.

Yeah, okay.
Find... find the cabin.

-Yeah, yeah. Come on.
-Let's go.

This way.

Hey, I thought you'd be busy

bragging to Maddie
about your heroics.

I don't think
she'd approve of my tactics.

Mm.

Any word on what had Kayce

take off from the hospital?

No, man. We're in the dark,
same as you.

Finding Neil Lamb
is our priority.

What do we know?

Did seven years in
South Dakota for armed robbery.

Disappeared off the grid
until this year

when he robbed a bank in Ennis.

Killed two security guards,

made off
with half a million dollars,

which was never recovered.

Well, dangerous man.

Any fresh leads?

How about phone calls made

from the prison
bus driver's phone?

After the accident.

No, he died on impact.

And his phone
wasn't recovered at the scene

or from the guys
Cal and I took down.

So they either used it
and tossed it or...

Neil made those calls.

-We know to who?
-One was a burner phone.

The other was to a guy
named Charlie Ripley,

who just happened to do time

at the same prison
in South Dakota as Neil.

-Mm.
-Prisoner on the run

makes a call, it's
not to catch up on old times.

We got anything
to leverage Ripley?

Got a warrant on him
for unpaid child support.

Ex-wife's attorney will probably
be happy to share that intel.

Oh, yeah.

- Huh.
- Some shelter.

Good call, Coyo.

I mean, it's colder in here
than it is on the outside.

Great.

We're gonna freeze to death.

Please, Senator,

have a seat.

Dirty trick--

inviting me to dinner,

only to let my husband
lose in the casino.

Mr. Conner's one
of our most loyal players.

We'll take care of him.

Look, I know you want
to talk about the mine,

but Nancy's jet has got
to take off really soon

if we're gonna beat that bomb
cyclone before it hits Bozeman.

Nancy Ohlmeyer.

CEO of Crestmark Mining.

Mm-hmm.

Should I be concerned

that my senator
is accepting gifts

from someone who was awarded
a valuable contract

from the U.S. government?

We went to Wharton together.

She's not buying me off.

Good.

Because I'm looking
for a perspective

from a member of the Senate's

Interior Environment
Subcommittee.

Well,

my perspective, Thomas,

is that your time is best spent

gaining every benefit you can
out of this situation

rather than tilting
at windmills.

Well, our water
isn't poisoned yet.

The mine going away
would be the greatest benefit

to Broken Rock.

There are other sites
that can provide

the same economic impact

without harming my people,

who are your constituents.

The economic boon to Montana

helps all my constituents.

I am sympathetic to your cause,

but you'd have
to give me something

to sell to the subcommittee,

and--

Oh.

Excuse me, gentlemen. I'm sorry.

Great.

Weather's come in already.

Jet's grounded for the night.

Roads are treacherous right now.

Wouldn't advise going out there.

You got an extra room?

Presidential suite
sounds appropriate.

Okay, you ready?

-Yeah.
-One, two, three.

Slide it.

Still not gonna protect us
from the cold.

You know?
More ice forms on that roof,

the whole thing's
gonna collapse.

All right, let's just keep
working the problem then.

Yeah, you said this
place would provide shelter.

False hope seems to be
your new thing.

What's that supposed to mean?

Garrett.

Playing Rambo at the Cleggs'

and caring for your horses.

You gave him
a damn hero complex.

I'm just trying to give him back
the life you took from him.

Too bad I couldn't do that
for Roner.

We need to make a fire
and boil some snow and get warm.

Forgot my matches at home.

Hey, where you going?

I know what burns good here.

I'm gonna get some kindling.

You keep plugging the holes.

I need a pack mule. Get up.

Hell no.

Get up.

Come on.

I have rights.

The law protects me.

Only law out here right now
is survival of the fittest.

So go.

Give me a fighting chance?

Yeah. Uncuff him.

You know, you shoot me out here,

your partner's
gonna have questions.

Me getting away clean's
your best bet.

Huge military bases
under the ice,

just standing by for orders.

Nazis frozen for 70 years?

You're out of your damn mind.

That's the genius of it.

Thaw 'em out. Instant army.

Arctic deployment would be
an upgrade from Afghanistan.

Four Musketeers go
where the battle takes us.

- Swear to God, Double G.
- Will you asshats

please shut the hell up
for just two minutes?

Still need eyes on our HVT.

Anyone else see movement?

Easy there, high-speed.

Little wound up, Coyo.

Need to get home to Monica
for some R and R.

I think the head shed

fed us some bad intel, y'all.

We don't get eyes
in the next few hours,

I'm calling it.

My trigger finger's
gonna need a cold shower.

Based on what
I hear at night,

a lot more than your finger--

- Contact!
- Down, down, down!

Contact right!

I need guns on line.

Hey, Double G,
get that sat phone out.

No signal.

We need to get to higher ground!

Okay, yeah.
One team's gonna flank,

give the other cover
to get the call out.

I can move fast in this terrain.

I'll watch Coyo's six.

Negative, negative!
I need that pig hammering here

with Double G, okay?

Hey, we all good?!

Hooyah, Senior Chief.

Okay, breakout. Come on.

Ripley works

full-time as a delivery driver

yet fails to pay child support?

Ugh.

I might be judging him.

How much are you gonna share
with Jared

-about the bus accident?
-He doesn't

need to know specifics.

And he doesn't accuse you

of putting up walls if you keep
some parts to yourself?

Doesn't feel like we're talking
about me and Jared anymore.

You and Maddie hit
your first bump in the road?

She was asking
about the standoff

-with the Cleggs.
-Ah.

Well, that right there
is a relationship test.

What'd you tell her?

Played dumb.

Didn't want her to worry.

But then Cal got into my head.

Mm.

I figured you'd know more
about balancing this job

with a happy relationship
than he does.

Well, every relationship
is different.

Only the ones that are in one
can know what works for them.

Or doesn't.

About damn time.

This fire's never gonna last
if we can't fortify this cabin.

Yeah, well, it's hard to get a
grip when your hands are frozen.

It's never your fault, is it?

Yeah, we're in this mess
'cause of you.

When Garrett came out
of surgery,

thought he died on the table.

Said, "Tell Cal I'm sorry."

All he's been through,

you still make him feel
like he let you down.

Fire's the only way
we're gonna survive this night.

We need more kindling than that.

That's him.

Guy's working
the graveyard shift tonight.

One thing I can empathize with.

Mr. Ripley.

Nice hit.

Linebacker, right?

Still got it.

I'll take him from here.

Thank you.

Chairman Rainwater wants to know

if I can come see him
first thing.

Texting before the sun's up?

Everything okay?

If there were details,
I'd tell you.

All right. Go.

We'll call you if we need you.

This place makes the bunkhouse
feel like the Ritz.

Consider it your punishment
for fleeing the Yellowstone.

Way I remember it,

you fled first.

Partner's been gone a while.

We both know that
a winter Montana storm like this

will freeze the skin
right off your face.

It's the only reason
I'm still here.

What the hell
happened to you, man?

Looks like he took a dip.
What do you think?

We got to warm him up fast.

Let's get these wet clothes
off you.

What happened?

Give me your thermal.

What happened
to survival of the fittest?

It wasn't a request.

Now. Give me your thermal.

Hey. Where are the boys?

That's Roner's pig barking.

We got to get 'em and beat feet.

They're gonna be Winchester
soon.

You go flank left.

I'm-a go right, man.

No man left behind.
Let's go. Come on.

One, this is Three.

Put a strobe out on Four's POS.
I'm in position.

Hey, all Bravo units fall back.

I say again, fall back.

Negative.

I'm moving for 'em.

Put your leg up. Come on.

Where's Roner?

Talimonsters are everywhere.

-We're falling back, okay?
-Not without our brother.

No. We're gonna be overrun,
okay?

Hey. Hey! You get up.

-You're gonna get up. Come on.
-No, I'm not leaving

-without him.
-Hey, we're falling back.

Coyo,

Roner's gone, man.

Come on.

Come on!

Well, I bet
you're trying to figure out

what you're doing here.

Hint-- it's not 'cause
you're a deadbeat dad.

You took a call

from a friend you met
in the joint in South Dakota.

My sentence is complete.

I can talk
to whoever I damn want.

And if I'd known
who was calling,

I wouldn't have answered.

But you did.

Not long after he fled
from a prison bus.

And the call
lasted three minutes.

So tell me

what the two of you
chatted about.

He asked me to bring him
warm clothes and a gun.

And I told him to kick rocks.

That conversation sounds shorter
than three minutes.

He offered to share the loot
from that bank robbery.

I had to think for a minute,

'cause that could've solved
my child support issue, but...

well, seven years in prison
was enough.

Ask him who Ben is.

Contact in Ripley's phone

matched the burner number
Neil called

after they hung up.

- No last name.
- You definitely had

enough time to give Neil
your buddy's phone number

during those three minutes.
It's kind of the opposite

of telling him to kick rocks.

Ben and Neil got
their own thing going on.

Did that bank job together,

and Neil didn't dime him out.

Loyalty like that's rare.

It's more like
self-preservation.

Ben's a psycho.

I mean, he's probably bringing
an arsenal up to Neil now.

Other than failing my kid,

I-I'm on the straight
and narrow now.

Cash reward for information
leading to Neil's arrest

would greatly help
your little child support issue.

Neil asked me
to meet him up in Madison Range.

Did he get more specific?

Turned him down before he could.

But Ben's real name

is Don Benson.

I'm not a damn
space heater, Dutton.

Body heat's about
the only use you have left.

How you feeling?

Colder in BUD/S.

Need to get your temperature up.
Sun's rising.

We can get to the truck as soon
as you get your strength back.

Mm.

What are you doing?

That's our fire.

Now we need firewood.
Get your ass up.

No fire,

no body warmth from me...

...your boy's a Popsicle
when we get back.

You got the strength
to use this?

Yeah. Easy day.

Hey, Marshal.

You want to hear a story?

I am still getting nothing
on Benson's phone.

Maybe he's gone dark
like he knew someone

would be looking out for him.

Didn't Cal say
that he was going to look

for Kayce in the Madison Range?

Crossed my mind, too.

A violent fugitive
and his dangerous partner

could be on a collision course
with our teammates

out of comms range.

Department of Transportation
says roads

up to the Madison Range
are opening up.

Let's roll.

Thanks for strongholding.

Coyo.

Tell me about the train station.

- I trust you slept well?
- Very generous

of you to let us
ride the storm out here.

Of course.

Ah, Miles. Welcome.

Sorry for not
getting here sooner.

Roads are a mess.

Everything okay, Chairman?

Yeah, I'd like you
to meet Senator Conner.

Senator, this is Deputy Marshal
Miles Kittle,

the man who heroically ended
a hostage situation yesterday,

saving dozens
of your constituents,

including children.

Thank you so much
for your bravery.

Just doing my job.

Miles also served
in the Marine Corps

before wearing
the Marshal badge.

Born and raised on Broken Rock,

eager to answer the call
to serve his country.

But does his country
return that loyalty?

Oh.

I thought we'd changed topics
from the mine.

My mistake.

Are you here to share
your opinion on it as well?

No, ma'am. I'm no politician.

But Broken Rock is sacred land.

Idea of leaving it worse
for those who follow us,

isn't that the opposite
of the American dream?

You're gonna have to take out
your partner as well...

...to cover
your family's ass, Dutton.

You found out that, uh,
he's making a plea,

and you tracked him down
to silence him?

Apparently, range justice
runs in the family.

Are you gonna listen
to this dirtbag?

Dirtbag wearing
the same brand you are.

I'd say he's a credible witness.

I mean, all that...

all that crap
that the-the Cleggs

a-and Gifford
were saying about your family,

that... is it true?

You're so high-and-mighty, man,

holding everything with Roner
and Double G against me,

and then, meanwhile,
the Duttons,

you're just gangsters
on horseback.

Yeah, says the guy
who secretly pops pills,

has no explanation
for how you ghosted Andrea

when she got grabbed
by the Cleggs.

Gifford hears about any of this,
and-and you're done.

A-And my badge is gone, too.

Coyo, I brought you in to...

to give you purpose.

And you're gonna be,

you're-you're gonna be
the undoing of mine.

You're right.

Just another in a long line of
bad decisions by you, I guess.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.
You got that right.

'Cause this reunion
was a terrible idea.

Too much history.

Yeah, and I knew, man, I knew...

you leaving Garrett's side
had to be big.

Didn't realize

it was gonna be to protect
your... family's legacy.

You can say what you want
about my family,

at least we fight to the end
for each other.

Rangers are spinning up

a recovery mission for Roner.

It's 'cause our rescue
mission failed.

I was nearly to him.
If I would've...

moved faster
and fought harder...

We'd have one more dead SEAL
up there. Yeah.

Hey. The best of us
don't come home.

Keep those coming.

Rough go, boys.

Leaving a brother behind,

it's the greatest pain
a warrior knows.

Yes, sir.

The whole op
had some bad juju on it.

Not sure how we're gonna
shake this one, sir.

Yeah, I don't, either.

Not after seeing this.

Unarmed drone over target
recorded this about ten minutes

after you were extracted
off the mountain.

Roner?

If they desecrated
his body, I swear to God...

Is this-this necessary, sir?

He's alive?

We need to get back up there.

Petty Officer Demuth
fought valiantly,

till the end.

Yeah, that's more
than we can say.

Fog of war, gents.

We were right there.

You know, he probably heard us.

You left our brother for dead.

It all changed that day.

Roner's death and...

Garrett going mental and...

...and you blaming it
all on me, man.

Bravo didn't ever recover.

You know, when your father
brands you,

tends to turn you off to people.

But Bravo
made me feel protected.

I knew that any of you would
take a bullet for me and...

...outside of Monica,
I never had that.

Our brotherhood
meant everything to me.

It died on that mountain
that day.

Double G and you and me.

We're just ghosts of the men
we used to be.

My family's sins and... that op

haunted us forever.

Fact is...

...can't outrun your past.

So, where's that put us, Coyo?

Trying to mend a wound
that won't heal.

I know you and Neil
have history,

but we got to find him.

You're in no condition
to go hunting.

Marshal badge is my salvation.

Okay? I ain't turning
my back on it now.

We bring him in,
you could lose it.

He kills someone else,
that's more blood on my hands.

Come on.

We'll cover more ground
if we split up.

Don Benson's
rap sheet reads like

the greatest hits
of violent offenses.

Well, we find him up here,

we're gonna have our hands full.

Least we're out of the office.

Sure, but the last time
you faced down a violent man,

he was looking to execute you.

That's like you after taking
that hit to the vest.

Getting punched in the face
is the best way

back into the fight.

Hands in the air. Come on.

Slowly.

Turn around slowly.

You okay?

You sure you got the strength
to squeeze off a round there?

Well, mess around, find out.

Okay?

What the hell happened?
Where's Neil?

Come on. I got you.

I'm s-sorry. I'm sorry, man.

-I'm sorry.
-Sorry for what?

"Tell... tell Cal
that I'm sorry."

Hey, where's Roner?

Double G,
where the hell's Roner?

We took two RPGs.

Listen to me.
We got to get to him, okay?

There-there must have
been 50 Taliban.

Hey, listen to me, man.

I need you to think about
where he is right now.

I told you. RPG got him.

He died right next to me, boss.

Hey, all Bravo units,
we're gonna fall back.

I say again, fall back.

Come on. Come on.
Come on, come on.

I got you.

Come on.

Garrett said Roner was dead?

But why didn't
you ever tell anybody?

No-no matter what
Garrett thought...

...it was my call to fall back.

All these years...

...you just let me think
it was your fault.

Yeah, you blaming me
for Roner sucked, but...

I mean, you...

...you-you blaming Double G?

He spun out enough as it was,

and he would've, he would've
suck-started his own pistol

for sure if he had to
own that call.

Roner's death wasn't on you.

It wasn't on Double G, either.

Only war is to blame.

I just thought
burying the truth was...

was best for-for Double G,
but you know...

may-maybe, maybe
digging it up gives us three

a chance to move forward.

Make it so we lost
a brother that day and not...

not the, the brotherhood.

What about everything
Neil told you?

Hypothermia
must have wiped my mind.

You sure?

A good team leader
protects his men from threats.

Okay? Be it the...

Taliban or...

themselves...

...or ghosts from the past.

Let's get you out of here.

It just started to feel wrong,
punishing my people

for giving into temptations
from a system

that's rigged against us.

So, better to become
a U.S. Marshal,

and keep those temptations
away from Broken Rock.

Miles was instrumental

in breaking up
a sex trafficking ring

that was preying
on the reservations.

He saved children
from all across Montana.

Well, now I am almost sorry

that my jet
has been cleared for takeoff.

All right.

Thank you for your time,
Senator.

The subcommittee chairman

used to serve
in the Oklahoma Highway Patrol.

I am sure he would agree
to a hearing if he meets Miles.

Is that so?

But...

convincing the rest of
my colleagues to move the mine?

That's on you.

Duty calls, Miles will answer.

Thank you.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Did you just use me as a prop?

Not a prop.

A weapon, capable of protecting
this reservation.

Could be a... a downside

to this Bravo reunion
with Double G.

"Three Musketeers."

Yeah, man.
You know he's gonna push it.

Well, after all
he's been through,

maybe we should give it to him.

Looking for my friend. Seen him?

Mm, takes a real maniac

to be out here right now, man.

We got no quarrel with you.

The hell are you doing here?

Putting down the guy
that had two marshals

at gunpoint, apparently.

What's your story?

You look like death.

H-How'd you find us?

By hunting Neil,
like you told me.

Yeah, this was his partner.

Don Benson.
Came to rescue him.

Where is Neil?

Gave us the slip.

Gifford's gonna be pissed.

Eh, let him be.

Cal's alive.
That's all that matters.

Go get to Double G, okay?

Let's get you off this mountain.

Mr. Dutton. We were wondering
where you went.

Where's Garrett?

Yeah, is he getting ready
to come home?

The damage from the fire meant

he-he wasn't getting
enough oxygen to his body.

The strain of it all was...
it was too much on his heart.

He passed about two hours ago.

I'm so sorry.

His belongings.

Excuse me.

Brothers forever.

The best of us don't come home.