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You pushed me in the cave.

J.P. pushed you!

I was only gonna keep you down there long enough

to scare you into leaving.

I feel like I don't even know you anymore.

I hardly recognize myself.

I don't want to pretend that what happened didn't happen.

Mm... I'm not good with feelings.

Zoey told me to do the exact opposite

of what I'm about to do. - Jesse...

Anna, I only wanna be with you.

I love you.

Whoa, I had no idea that you and Jesse

had gotten so serious.

Neither did I!

Or maybe I didn't wanna think too deeply about it.

You still at work? - No.

I'm getting ready to go out.

Why is he asking now? Did something happen?

- I slept with Frederick. - What?

Uh, does Jesse know? Is that why he's asking?

No.

But he told me he's not seeing anyone else,

and now I feel like a jerk.

- Were you guys exclusive? - No.

Well, Anna, you can't be expected to follow rules

that haven't been set out.

So, Frederick, hmm?

How was that? - Not the point.

Okay, fine. What is the point?

Things were much simpler when I was going from park to park.

People understood that my life was visitors only.

I'm a cat who walks alone.

Not to poke a hole in your identity theory,

but when you were with Zach, you were a happy house cat.

You are capable of building lasting relationships, Anna.

- Maybe. - Well, it's up to you.

Maybe you are a cat that walks alone.

Or maybe you're just a scaredy cat.

Ever think of that?

Nature has already decided how we'll bond.

Bald eagles, swans, and beavers mate for life.

Cats are more serial daters than lifelong sweethearts.

Humans... We're still figuring it out.

Huh.

Can you help me flip him over?

- Oh, creepy smile. - Yeah.

Doesn't look happy... or normal.

Okay, no trauma or signs of a struggle.

No bruising. His clothes aren't torn.

His fingernails are clean.

He's got no cement blocks on his feet.

Think he drowned? - Not with that expression.

Can you go check on Jesse? - Me?

Why can't you do it? - I'm dealing with the body.

- He's your boyfriend. - He's not my boyfriend.

Could you just...? - Yes, ma'am.

You okay?

First dead body? - Yeah.

Yeah, my dad was a ranger.

I saw my first dead body on Take Your Kid To Work Day.

I've never seen Anna at work before.

She seems so comfortable.

Yeah, it's harder for other law enforcement

to get into the backwoods,

so we're trained to deal with bodies

and crime scenes and stuff.

Anna's really good at it, though.

Hey, you think the, uh, dead fish and the body

are connected? - Maybe...

I'll come back to collect some water samples

after we take the body to the M.E.

Some rock sediments, too.

Rocks can tell you a lot. - What, are you a scientist now?

I'm a few credits short for my geology degree

from Montana State.

Dropped out once I realized most of the geology jobs

are in the extraction industry.

So I'm almost a scientist.

Hmm. Hidden depths.

Hidden depths.

I've got a talk on woodpeckers in a second, but, uh,

maybe I'll catch you after, on your break?

We could peck at some trees.

Um, okay.

Oh, Manny. Welcome back.

Hey, thanks. Uh, where's Jeff?

- He's around here somewhere. - Okay, I-I'm running late.

I have, like, 20 hikers waiting for me at the trailhead.

Do you mind giving him this? - I'll make sure he gets it.

Thanks. Bye.

- Hey. - Hey.

- You're back. - Um, I gotta go.

I'm running late.

- Who's the body? - I don't know yet.

He didn't have an ID on him. Gotta hear back from forensics.

But he had this birthmark on his forehead.

It's like a star.

So I'm hoping that'll help me figure out who he is.

What? Let me see.

That's Buck Boone.

How did he die? - I-I don't know.

Are you okay? Did you know him?

Everyone knew him around here.

It's Maeve Boone's son. - Maeve Boone, the photographer?

You should tell Geoff.

Maeve is gonna be beside herself.

And her exhibit!

She's about to have a retrospective in the park.

- Why in the park? - She's a big supporter.

Maeve mentioned, since she announced her exhibit,

she's been getting death threats.

Did she report them?

But she lives across the river from the park.

It's Guthrie's territory.

Well, the body was found in the park,

so it's our case.

And those threats might be related.

Anna...

Her son meant everything to her, and she's been very,

very good to us.

So just... be gentle.

I'm gentle.

Hello? Maeve Boone?

Hello?

Everything okay?

Oh!

Oh! Uh...

Maeve Boone? - Obviously.

This is my house.

What are you doing here?

Unless, uh... Are you hoping to join?

What do you think, Lew?

Oh, he... drowned?

Um, I need the autopsy report to confirm

the cause of death, but...

I've had a bad feeling all morning

I couldn't shake.

Usually, sex and wine do the trick, but not today.

I've tried those tricks a few times myself.

Maybe more than a few.

My husband died four years ago.

I was also a young widow.

My daughter's father died when I was your age.

He was a great love.

- And him? - Oh, he's a great lay.

And a great friend who takes very good care of me.

This was supposed to be a retrospective of my life.

Now, that is the first picture of Buck.

You could say that he instigated my rebellion.

- Against what? - Being a fallen woman, I guess.

I was, uh, 16 when I got pregnant.

I was sent away to visit an aunt.

- Code for maternity home? - Yeah.

And I had my baby there.

And they ripped him out of my arms

and took him away.

But there was one nun who was kind to me,

and she gave me that picture.

Your inspiration for the Buck Boone series?

Yeah, it was a defining moment of my life,

of my work.

Maternity Homes had been stealing babies

since World War II. I lost Buck in 1970.

It was high time someone exposed it.

That goes in that file there.

Um, how did you and Buck get reunited?

When he was a teenager, he--

He took a school trip to the MoMA,

and, um, he saw my photographs.

He recognized his birthmark.

And he found me.

I documented that, too.

You know, I-I made a lot of other art,

but nothing was ever as successful

as the Buck series.

Sorry to interrupt, but she's on a schedule,

and I'm as punctual as a Swiss watch.

Oh, Lew.

Maeve, you can't drink on your medication.

And as dramatic as an Italian opera.

Did she tell you that she's been getting death threats

since we announced the retrospective?

Well... You know, people despise a woman

who's unashamed of her sexuality.

But these feel different.

I can ask the sheriff department

to have a car put outside, if you'd like.

I'm not gonna give up my privacy and my independence

because I've ruffled a few feathers.

Darling, let me just enjoy what's left of my life

my own way.

- "What's left"? - I'm dying.

Restrictive cardiomyopathy.

My heart has apparently had enough.

But only my family knows, not the fans.

And I would like to keep it that way.

I can point you to the cabin. That's where Buck was staying.

So Maeve can rest.

You need to let yourself grieve.

Hey, did you find the death threats?

Yeah, I had to take a deep dive

into the dark side.

Listen to this.

"Someone should have killed you by now."

"Die, feminazi." "Attention whore."

"Stop or I'm gonna make you." Oh, my God!

What is wrong with people? - They're scared.

You think someone might've taken it out on Buck?

Well, he was a big part of her work, so...

Or maybe Buck had a dark side of his own.

I found a note in his room that said,

"It's become too unbearable. Forgive me."

- Sounds pretty definitive. - Pretty hard to drown yourself.

He had some water in his lungs,

but that's not what killed him.

He ingested a plant based neurotoxin.

- The hemlock death grin. - Yeah.

It's a muscle contraction. We call it the rictus grin.

I-I found these plants in his room.

T-The hemlock grows in and around the park.

And it looks like Queen Anne's lace,

except for the purple spots on the stem.

That little flower causes muscle paralysis

before it shuts down your organs.

Tox report will confirm.

There was a mortar and a glass in his room.

He could have ground those flowers and drunk it.

I guess this is a suicide.

It's okay.

- You okay? - I'm okay.

She's not okay.

I'm gonna send you videos of sloths every hour on the hour.

Thank you.

Christina's the best.

Yeah, she is the best.

I can't go there, though. - What? Why not?

Well, the thing is, I have a strict

don't date where you eat policy.

I don't wanna have to move parks if something goes wrong,

you know?

Zoey told me that Buck left a note.

Can I read it? - Yeah.

I really didn't see him as suicidal.

People hide it well.

He was going through a divorce,

but it was refreshingly amicable.

He was excited about his writing and...

It just seemed "unbearable."

Like, that doesn't even sound like him.

Sounds like you knew him pretty well.

- I had writing class with Buck. - What were you writing?

- Songs. - Hmm.

I always wanted to pursue music,

but life got in the way.

Next thing I know, I'm 40 and a dispatcher.

I really thought I had time.

So did Buck.

I don't think Buck killed himself.

Promise me you'll find out what really happened to him.

Can you think of someone that would want to hurt him?

No. Other than Danielle.

- Who's Danielle? - His sister.

She was not a fan.

- Hey. - Hey.

I was gonna call you.

- Did you find Danielle? - I did.

But she's at the spa and she's not leaving.

Ever?

Well, she's booked for the weekend.

All right, well, I guess we'll go talk to her at the spa.

I can't.

I'm gonna go collect samples up from the river

and Jesse's gonna meet me there. - Jesse? Why?

He studied geology in college, and he's got a friend

who could process the samples way faster than our system.

Huh, I didn't know Jesse was a geologist.

Learn something new every day.

Have fun at the spa.

We have a strict dress rule.

You can't enter without a bathing suit.

Okay.

Can you call a guest to come out?

- Only if it's an emergency. - It is.

I'm law enforcement. - Do you have a warrant?

Okay.

I will buy one of your bathing suits.

- Those are $300. - What?!

We do have disposable paper suits.

Danielle Boone?

I'm Anna Pigeon. I'm a park ranger.

Couldn't wait 'til I was done here?

No, couldn't.

I need to talk to you about your brother's passing.

If you're judging me for being at this spa,

we all grieve in our own ways, you know?

Look, I'll be quick. I just need to ask you--

Shh!

I hate this place...

- It's, uh... - Oh, hot!

It's hot. - What are you wearing?

Um, I just need to ask you a few questions

about your brother. Ow, jet hurts!

I have no idea why he killed himself.

He had everything.

What do you mean by everything?

He was the muse, the favorite.

You know, I'm not an attention whore,

but I would have liked to have been in one photo.

"Attention whore."

That's an interesting term to use.

You know, someone else used that exact same term.

Sending a death threat to your mom.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

Did you kill your brother?

I only wanted to stop her exhibit.

I only sent those death threats to scare her.

That seems extreme.

It was like a knife in my heart

every time they were seen, okay?

It just reminded me how irrelevant I was to her.

You know what?

I would have done anything for her to photograph me.

Including killing your brother?

I actually loved my brother.

And I never hurt him or my mom.

'Cause I'm not psycho!

But it bothers you that all her work was about Buck?

Yeah, it bothers me. I didn't blame him.

I know about your mom's heart condition.

What about her will? - She said it would be 50-50.

Okay, even so, if something were to happen to Buck...

If you're saying that I killed Buck to get his share,

if that's what you're insinuating...

You know who could really stand to inherit his share?

It's Lew.

He's been worming his way into Mom's life for years now.

He seems to really love her.

There's no way that Lew's putting up with

all her drama for love.

I always come fishing here, but I never see any dead fish.

It's weird.

Hey, Zoey?

Thanks for letting me come with you.

Yeah, thanks for getting your lab friend

to process the samples.

And I noticed you were looking a little lonely,

so I'm guessing you didn't take my advice on lying low.

I asked her to move in with me.

- Dude! - Big mistake.

Told you.

Man, I'm so glad I took a break from relationships,

focus on my career.

I don't need that drama. - What was the drama?

Like, guys I pick are like, super dumb, crazy cowboys.

And that's what I like about them in the beginning.

Until it turns into a problem.

The problem is I like her.

Well, look, Anna's from a different generation.

They process their feelings differently.

- Different how? - Like Gen X.

They're completely shut down. They never cry.

Millennials like Anna, they cry in the bathroom.

Gen Z, we got no shame.

We'll cry in front of everybody,

tell everyone how we're feeling. - Yeah, true.

But not everyone can handle that.

Like you can't teach a medium old dog new tricks.

- Hello? - In here.

What are you doing?

I'm working on a new piece in honor of Buck.

Maeve, uh...

I'm sorry to tell you this,

but I don't think Buck took his own life.

What happened?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

Is Lew in your will?

He's the executor of my estate.

It's his job to protect my legacy.

And Buck's share? Is it going to Lew?

Is it so hard to believe he just loves me?

That's not what I'm saying.

You know how long we've been together?

20 years.

Lew came to me as an aspiring photographer.

Wanted to be my protege.

We became lovers.

We've been together ever since.

He never wanted more?

Yeah, he did.

But I told him after my husband died,

this is all I have to give.

And he accepted that?

We make each other happy.

That turned out to be enough...

for both of us.

You know, whoever it is

that you are thinking about right now,

clearly he means something to you.

Uh...

Hey, Frieda, what was Buck writing?

A book.

I never read it, but it wasn't a secret

he was writing it.

Um, hat was it about? I don't know.

He was always writing and researching.

He called it his life's work.

Well, if he was writing, there was nothing

in Maeve's cabin.

No laptop, no manuscript, nothing.

He did have a locker where we had class.

Show me.

I remember the first day of our writing class.

I got halfway down the hallway before I turned around,

convinced I was an imposter.

Seriously? You were so good at the talent show.

Yeah, but this is different.

Rapping is more about being tough, you know?

Singing is more about being vulnerable.

- Ew. - Exactly.

Turned around and ran right into Buck.

He politely told me I was going the wrong way.

I told him I was going for ice cream.

You know what he did?

He skipped class with me.

We ate ice cream and talked about writing.

He was so passionate, so excited.

I told him he should go back to class,

and he said he wouldn't have the balls to go

without a friend, so...

- That's very sweet. - That was Buck.

This is it.

Lock's been cut.

Where are his notebooks?

Looks like someone beat us to it.

Here we go.

There. Can you zoom in?

It's Lew.

He's looking for something,

and it ain't love.

What are you doing?

Hi, Lew.

See you got Buck's manuscript in your car.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know, I also have security footage of you

breaking into his locker, so...

This is my friend Anna. Anna, this is Nico.

- Hi, Nico. Cool costume. - I'm a skunk in a play.

Awesome.

Hey, did you know a baby skunk is called a kit?

You two related?

He's my dad.

Really?

Nice ring. Hey, maybe I should ask your wife

for that manuscript.

What do you think? That'd be helpful?

Well, Nico, why don't you wait in the car?

I'm assuming Maeve doesn't know about your family?

No.

I-I just... I didn't want to hurt her.

I love Maeve.

I wanted to marry her. Start a family.

Could have adopted, but she just wouldn't let me in.

Where were you the evening Buck died?

I was at my son's rehearsal.

I doubt you were there all evening.

You better hope whatever's in this book

doesn't make you look guiltier than you already do.

Break a leg, little kit.

- Lew has a secret family? - He sure does.

If Maeve knew about that, it would crush her.

But why would Lew steal Buck's writing?

- Well, it isn't a novel. - So what is it, then?

I mean, I'm just skimming it,

but it-it seems to be a detailed account of his life.

It's-it's a memoir.

So Lew stole this to protect his secret.

And keep his chances of controlling Maeve's art

before she dies. - Hey, I'm a nonfiction guy.

Pass me a few pages while I put out some fires, yeah?

Here.

Thanks.

- Here's this. - Okay.

Well, dead fish aren't gonna bite,

so they gotta find a new fishing spot anyway.

Shoot. Right.

Hi.

Manny dropped this off for you yesterday.

- Come in. - I put it in my pocket

and forgot about it.

- What is this? - It's a thank you note.

What's wrong?

It says thank you,

but it's his resignation letter.

He's given two weeks notice, and then he's, uh--

Manny's leaving the park?

It looks like it.

Wow. Look at you.

Taryn.

If I'd known you were gonna get this jacked,

I wouldn't have dumped you.

I got this jacked because you dumped me.

Right.

It's good to see you.

Whiskey, Coke? - You remembered.

You know, I didn't expect you

to bring the lab results in person.

So what you got?

Pretty juicy.

Hmm...

Let's see.

Whoa.

That's a pretty high level of sulfuric acid in the water.

Yeah, it's enough to kill the fish

and maybe even cause some human damage

after a few years.

Where do you think it's from?

Could be a few things.

You know, runoff from a chemical plant,

a coal plant, or solution mining.

You think if I, uh,

get you more riverbed sediment, you can narrow it down

with any accumulated heavy metals?

- For sure. - Oh, yeah.

I'll head back tomorrow.

You really should have finished your degree.

How could I, after everything?

Well...

I have a proposition for you.

Want to be my field geologist assistant

in Arizona?

- Me? - It could be fun.

It's a second chance.

I mean, is there anything really keeping you here?

All right.

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed it.

- Yeah, we sure did. - It was really great.

Yeah.

- Manny. - Bye, you guys. Yeah?

Take care. - See you.

I'd be really sad to see you go.

It is-- it's done.

Come sit with me. Just for a second.

Manny, you love being a park ranger.

I used to love it.

I know you're hurting, but there--

there must have been some sign that Bethany was not okay.

My whole life, no one loved me

as much as Bethany.

I guess that's all I wanted to see.

Stay.

He goes through his childhood,

adolescence, finding Maeve.

Mentions Lew, but only his Maeve's protege.

I guess Lew didn't have anything to worry about

after all.

It's not in any of the pages I read.

Maybe there's something in the notebooks.

You know, chock-a-block with research.

I haven't checked these yet.

This is interesting.

He did an ancestry DNA.

There's a whole family tree.

Holy shit.

His mother's listed as deceased.

That doesn't make any sense. Maeve is still alive.

Maeve Boone isn't Buck's mother.

Maeve, open up.

Maeve.

Hello?

You caught me.

I'm spying on our park,

hoping to capture an unsuspecting animal.

Or a human.

Well, it's what you do, isn't it?

Prey on unsuspecting victims.

I hear you had a chat with Lew.

So you know why I'm here.

Your whole story's a lie.

It wasn't a nun that took the first photo of Buck.

It was you.

Buck's mother was my best friend.

My only one, actually.

Except she was the shiny one.

One that everybody was drawn to.

Even at 16, she was living the biggest life.

I was just watching him from behind the camera.

When she was the one that had to give up her baby.

Conditions were terrible in that maternity home.

She died two days after giving birth.

They covered it up.

I never intended to steal her story.

I used my photos to expose what they were doing.

And the press assumed that it was about me.

They were only interested in my work

because of Buck's story.

It felt impossible to take it back.

You had a choice.

Tell Buck the truth, but it would ruin your career.

Or let him believe that you were his mother.

He was so young.

He was so desperate to have a mother.

And then Buck found out.

He was too angry to even listen.

You told me lies my whole life!

For what? The story?

Please, Buck, you have to let me explain.

No!

No more.

No more lies. No more excuses.

I saw everything slipping away.

He was determined to tell the truth.

He would have destroyed everything.

So I went to him.

And that was the last time I saw him.

My work was everything.

I made something of myself.

The truth would have destroyed all of that.

But the truth wouldn't have killed Buck.

You did that.

I did love him.

Maeve.

Maeve, what did you do?

I'm going out on my own terms.

Maeve, what did you do?

Maeve.

Hey, Zoe, I need you to send an ambulance

to Maeve Boone's house right now.

Come on, Maeve.

Hang on. Hang on.

Damn it, Maeve.

♪ Well level-headed is a hard thing to be ♪

♪ When you're up up upside out ♪

♪ Do you remember that girl I was dying to be ♪

It's hard to fight our instincts.

♪ Inside myself ♪

Wild animals flee when humans get too close.

Their defenses go up.

And everything in them just says run.

But sometimes that human trying to get close to you

doesn't want to harm you.

They just want to understand you.

Hey, stranger.

I have to tell you something.

I slept with someone else.

Was it a-- was it a one time thing,

or did it mean something to you?

Both.

You know, Anna, I know you.

I'm not threatened by other men.

I'm not trying to trap you or change you.

I can't be responsible for somebody else.

The night that Zach was killed, I was blackout drunk.

And, um, I didn't protect him.

I didn't-- I didn't do anything.

So I don't-- I don't--

I don't know that I can ever be responsible

for somebody else again.

Anna, you act like you died when your husband did.

Like you can never get past it and maybe you never will.

I like you.

I like that you come and go.

I like that you escaped from that cave

and went straight back.

I like everything about you, Anna Pigeon.

I don't want to lose you.

I have, um, something to tell you, too.

I got a job offer in my field.

- That's great. - It's in Arizona.

A one year contract.

You should take it.

You should take it.

Hey, don't stop.

What are you playing?

Uh, it's just a song I wrote.

After what happened with Buck,

I realized I don't want to be scared anymore.

Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?

Yeah.

Hey!

If you're hunting, there's someone down here.