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Previously on Marshals...

Dark room, unknown threats.

Worried you might spook

like you did in that basement.

I'm solid.

Our fugitive is now an active

- domestic terror threat. - But after we gave him

the blasting caps he asked for, he went AWOL!

-What happened to "by the book"? -We got answers.

-So, is anything missing? -Eight barrels of ANFO.

That is enough ordnance to take out a city block.

I will not have any bombs

going off on my watch.

Move!

Andrea.

Kayce.

Andrea.

Andrea!

Good? You hurt?

- Huh? I'm good. - Guys...

Thank God.

Rudy Carpenter's a pile of suck.

- Done in by his own work. - Ex-wife

wasn't kidding, he wouldn't go quietly.

The fact that any of us are alive

just means that that bomb was not made with that stolen ANFO.

So where the hell is it?

Let's fan out and search.

Come on.

Van's clear. No bomb.

Lids to eight ANFO barrels.

Mm-hmm, but no ANFO.

We got something over here.

Fresh tire tracks.

Serious weight pressing down on 'em.

Huh.

So they assembled the bomb here and then they drove it off.

I doubt Carpenter would leave a WMD on wheels

parked somewhere and return to his workshop.

This wasn't the end of everything.

He must have a partner.

Someone's driving

this bomb around right now,

and we got no idea what the target is.

Yeah, well, race to stop this would be a lot easier

if our only source of info hadn't just offed himself.

Well, he chose his end, not us.

All the more reason we should've held outside.

Since when do you not want us to run into the fire?

Look, Carpenter almost punched both y'all's tickets today,

so...

you need to waive off, I get it.

Anybody's got a right to waive off, it's you.

You are a chaos magnet, cowboy.

Warned you to keep your distance.

That blast is a lot easier

than other things I've survived.

Like what?

The one you should be worried about is Cal,

because if this bomb turns into

the next Oklahoma City,

he will blame himself for the rest of his life.

Hey, you guys okay?

He did?

Uh, no, I have no idea where Braxton would've seen him.

If he comes back, I will send an armed unit.

Okay.

Look, Harry, our techs are looking

into all of Carpenter's known associates, okay?

All right, the man may be dead, but his legacy's gonna live on

with whatever bad intentions he had for that bomb.

Been up two days straight on this, okay?

-We are on it. -Ah.

Sure you got the stamina for this?

Techs pulled a second set

of prints that were all over the ANFO lids.

Guy named Derek McCoy.

Some small-time priors,

but he was classmates with Paul Daniels.

Wait, the guy we were staking out

when East Camp came under attack?

Okay.

Yeah, he could've introduced Carpenter and McCoy.

McCoy's home is in Radersburg, up between Bozeman and Helena.

That's farm country.

With any luck, he took that truck bomb

up there and not somewhere populated.

Yeah. Hey, Belle, got a new

target to hit, okay? Come on. Got to get

right back out.

Got you.

Okay, Derek McCoy lives with his extended family.

Five others, including a kid.

Got to keep our rounds tight.

So we're gonna move hard on that house,

catch the family off guard, y'all.

Keeping in mind McCoy's learned explosives from a master.

No telling what surprises he's got wired up.

Hopefully, with family on target, he's less likely

to self-detonate if cornered.

Bomb like this could be a history changer.

Come on. No time to lose.

- U.S. Marshals. - Hey!

Who is that? What's going on?

- Hands, hands, now! - Get out of my house.

-Now! -No, get out of my house.

-Mom, just listen to them. -Don't think about moving.

Basement's clear. Heading back up.

Hands, hands! U.S. Marshals!

Where's Derek McCoy? Come here.

Hands, hands, hands, hands.

Derek-- where is he?

Johnny? Johnny?

Runner!

Moving to basement.

Hey.

Runner's coming out a basement window,

south side of the house.

I got him.

I got the runner on the other side of the compound.

Gonna bear down on him, search some nearby structures.

Okay. Okay.

Looking for your brother Derek. Seen him?

Kayce, what's the status on the runner?

What happened down in the basement?

Oh, I got turned around.

Might've had my bell rung harder by the blast than I thought.

Okay, look, we got Doreen, we got Johnny,

Mike and Emma McCoy, and somehow, not

one of them knows about Derek McCoy

or what he's been up to.

This is typical government overreach.

Like when the bank and the taxman

ripped all our acres from us.

Put my husband in the grave.

Came to the wrong house if you're looking for bootlickers.

What about you, Johnny?

She speak for all of you?

Emma?

Any idea where your brother-in-law may be?

- No. - Rudy Carpenter.

Anyone familiar with that name?

- He's a damn hero. - Oh.

Yeah, killer of innocent people.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Those boots you'll lick, though, right?

I don't know. Maybe if we get 'em in the box,

might sweat 'em out.

They're never gonna talk in front of each other.

There's a reason Kayce hasn't brought his guy back here.

He knows how to get answers.

We are using carrots, not sticks.

You know, Derek did say something last time we talked.

Told me to watch the six o'clock news tonight.

Does anybody copy?

Hey, you alive?

My leg. You jacked it up.

Shouldn't have run.

Crew with guns

storms your house, what would you do?

Probably stick and fight for my family.

Which McCoy are you?

Will.

What's Derek doing with a truck full of ANFO?

Listen.

If you tell me where he is, I'll fix up that leg.

I got no clue.

I'm Derek's punching bag, not his buddy.

You're like the black sheep of the family?

My mom calls me the runt of the litter.

Collapse cut a gas line.

You got to get us out. This is hell.

No.

Hell's gonna be when that gas hits this severed power line.

I mean, me and Johnny barely talk to Derek.

I mean, we try to keep our distance,

for the sake of Mason, our-our son.

How old is Mason?

Ten.

He's at a friend's today.

Mm, that is a lot of people living under one roof.

Tough crowd to marry into?

Yeah.

Met Johnny when we were kids.

Been stuck with these folks ever since.

Wow.

Well, probably think there's no way out.

I know how that feels myself.

Start thinking about all the choices

I could have made.

You know. To not feel so trapped.

Then I take one look at my son, and I know

exactly why and how I put up with all of it.

If Derek succeeds,

Mason will spend the rest of his days running

from the McCoy name.

I don't know anything.

I-I don't.

I swear.

That's some sad story you just told.

Well, you know, it's just...

...tactical improv.

Just trying to connect.

I've shared all my damage with you lately.

You don't have to hide anything from me.

We're gonna have to work together to get out of here.

There's no chance I can even stand.

Yeah. It's the first problem we're gonna solve.

Figures I'm gonna die down here for something Derek's done.

Bastard cost me my job last week.

How'd he do that?

I wrench in an auto shop.

He rolls up with this truck one week,

busts my ass into working on its suspension all day for free,

so I didn't get any of my actual work done. It got me canned.

What kind of truck was it?

I... I don't remember.

Well, comes to you, mother knows best.

Even if I wanted to, I can't help.

There's a better chance with your leg set.

Wait--

Aah!

How you feeling?

I got stonewalled by Johnny.

Yeah. Well...

I meant your head.

Said you got rocked pretty hard by that blast.

Yeah, I was still clearing the cobwebs.

Is a bomb the reason you spooked in the basement

at the town house we looked at?

I'm solid.

But the team won't be if we don't get answers.

Focus up, Belle.

I know what it's like to have the government

mess with your livelihood,

but it doesn't justify supporting mass murder.

You want your family to survive this?

Start talking.

I keep telling you. I got nothing to say.

Chief.

Hey!

Hey. I gave you

a direct order not to be physical.

-He came at me. -Mm-hmm.

This is literally the ticking time bomb scenario

that warrants enhanced interrogation.

You run roughshod over this family, Miles,

and we are gonna be facing

a far worse punishment than desk duty.

You got it? Now get him off the deck.

Get him up.

You good?

Yeah. What do you got?

Well, I started digging into the family,

and I found a link between Johnny

and the bomb plot:

his job.

He's a dispatcher at Springland Trucking?

The one outfit licensed to deliver ANFO

to suppliers in the area, including the lot

where Carpenter heisted his supply.

Wait, so Johnny could've tipped off his brother and Carpenter

to the chance to steal it?

Enough to hang Johnny if that bomb goes off.

Let's hit him with it.

Let's get him.

Wait, wait.

Wait. You hear that?

Somebody's in the basement.

So this kid has been hiding down there this whole time?

-What else did we miss? Hmm? -Clearance was by the book.

Guess that doesn't always get the best results.

Look, Mason came home from his friend's,

saw us outside,

went and crawled through the window in the basement

- to his secret hideout. - Okay, well,

given Johnny's link to this ANFO theft,

he's our most likely accomplice.

Johnny's a brick wall.

- He will not cop to that. - Well,

kids see and hear more than we think.

Let me talk to him.

This beam right here.

If we both push, we can make a gap.

I can't.

Well, it's no wonder your brothers pushed you around.

You got no fight in you.

Yeah, it's the way it's always been.

Look, man, I'm not dying down here with you.

You're gonna get up or I'm gonna break the other leg.

I can't.

You remind me of my middle brother.

Never quite fit in,

was always on the bad end of a beatdown.

My sister made his life hell.

Picked on by his sister?

I'm not that pathetic.

She'd eat you for lunch.

Meaner than any of your brothers, guaranteed.

Yeah, well, how'd your brother survive?

Fighting wasn't in his nature.

So he had to be smarter, more cunning.

And, uh, eventually,

he broke from the family, forged his own path.

Point is,

it's never too late to start standing up for yourself.

Hey, Coyo. Radio check, over.

What the hell are you doing?

You are a very brave boy, Mason.

I know how scary it can be

having strangers lurk around your home.

You know, my son--

he actually has a tent in his bedroom

where he can go when he needs to feel safe.

I go down to the basement when I don't like it up here.

See, Mason,

I actually wish I could go down to the basement, too.

Because someone is trying to do something

very bad right now.

So I was wondering...

have you noticed anything different lately

with your family?

You know, like, um, people arguing?

Maybe keeping some secrets,

maybe planning something?

You sure?

'Cause you know, it's like that time.

Remember when Squidward

tried to destroy SpongeBob?

Remember?

Mason.

I feel like

there's something you want to tell me.

I'm not supposed to.

Says who?

My Uncle Derek.

Said it could cause a lot of pain.

Okay.

Hey, buddy.

You and I--

we need to be really brave right now.

I need you to tell the truth

so I can help make sure no one's hurt.

Uncle Derek said he's going away,

but there's something I needed to know.

He told me he's my dad.

This baby daddy secret

makes Emma our weak link.

So who's gonna play our ace against her?

Belle made a connection earlier.

Felt real.

Andrea's our best interrogator.

She should do it.

Why the hesitation, Dre?

I've been off my game today.

Look, y'all, Emma might be our last shot at answers here.

Okay? So we need to fire our best bullet.

She got blasted off her feet a few hours ago,

and she's still standing.

Okay?

You got this.

Go get 'em.

Oh, sorry.

I hate these things.

I know how uncomfortable they can be.

Thanks.

Emma, I don't have a lot of time,

so I'll just shoot straight, okay?

I know about you and Derek.

Know what?

That Derek is Mason's father.

Derek's telling people that, he's a liar.

I would be mad, too, if I were you,

but imagine how pissed Johnny would be if he heard that talk.

Derek's a scumbag.

It's why Johnny and I keep our distance.

Maybe you do, but Johnny doesn't.

He helped his brother with this bomb.

Used his job to hook Derek up

with the drums of explosive he is driving around now.

Uh, Johnny wouldn't do that.

I need you to get Johnny

to tell us where Derek is.

If he can do that, we can cut him a deal,

maybe keep your family from getting torn apart.

Y-You're-you're wrong. About all of it.

There's nothing else to tell you.

Come on.

Got to clear this path.

Okay.

Hell yeah.

All right, come on.

-Thanks. -Yeah.

-Hey. -Hey.

That, uh...

that truck you worked on for Derek--

what's the make and model?

I told you, I don't remember.

Come on, man, I...

I'm forging my own path,

just like your brother.

One thing I forgot to tell you about my brother.

He let the wrong people determine his fate.

You still have a chance to determine yours.

If this bomb goes off, you and your husband will be accessory

to mass murder, Mason loses his dad,

Johnny loses thinking he has a son.

Oh, you're sick.

I am. From keeping a secret like you are.

Concealing it from the people I care about,

lying, withholding.

I'm not strong enough to share my truth,

but I can tell Johnny yours.

No, please don't...

I would do anything to prevent that.

I know you would.

And Derek knows that too. Doesn't he?

He used Mason as leverage against you.

Isn't that it?

Johnny's gonna hate getting

-his world turned upside down. -Hey, stop.

Derek tortured me with the mistake I made with him.

And he blackmailed you to do what?

I was the one who gave Derek the ANFO information.

He made me log into Johnny's dispatch account.

What else did Derek tell you about his plot?

Johnny's a good father.

I tell you,

he and Mason can stay together?

Of course.

Easy. Easy.

The hell you been, Coyo?

Hey, why have you not been rogering up on comms, man?

A pit stop. Radio's busted.

Derek's driving a white GMC box truck.

I don't want to know how you got that information, okay?

Just put him with the rest of the family,

I'll get the word out. Come on, talk to me.

Emma says Derek wants to "take out the bastards

that took their family's land."

Who's that?

Morris Bank & Trust in Helena foreclosed on 'em.

That's 50 miles away, and we are running out of time.

Yeah, I'll keep you posted, Governor.

Thank you.

The sheriff has taken over the scene at the McCoys.

Your marshals are en route to Helena.

All right, did you get the BOLO on the vehicle out?

A white GMC box truck-- most popular on the road.

Ah, well, at least we know the target.

Local and state police are combing the area.

Bank's been notified. They're evacuating the building.

You vanish for an hour

and return with intel and a busted-up suspect.

Told you what happened.

You fell down a damn hole in a collapsing barn?

I mean, some-something like that could only happen to you, Coyo.

Hey, Coyo, Dre, I want you to get in that parking structure,

search it. We're gonna canvass the perimeter.

North.

Hey, get 'em back, to the side, please.

Roadside perimeter set.

We got something down here.

Copy that.

What are you doing?

Can't really hide from a 2,000-pound bomb.

No sign of the driver?

Could have a trigger or a timer.

- Possible triggerman. - Take him.

- Drop the phone. - Whoa!

[grunts[

It's not our truck.

It's a dry hole down here.

Yeah, we got no luck on our end, either.

This building's been evacuated. Get out of here.

Area's crawling with unis,

-and nobody's seen anything. -Yeah, this is the bank

that took the McCoy's farm. It's got to be the target.

People coming after your land's personal.

Targeting a building doesn't

- feel personal. - We need to find

where the bankers who foreclosed evacuated to.

Give me a sec.

Feels like we're just throwing darts here.

Think the McCoys are hunting the bankers themselves?

Someone comes after someone's home and livelihood,

people want to put a face to justice.

Y'all, bankers who foreclosed on these McCoys--

they are, right now, at a banquet

for leading regional lenders at Wexler Hotel.

A hotel full of predatory lenders?

Prime target for McCoy.

But that's a mile from here.

Yeah. We're in the wrong place. Come on.

You sure it's smart-- splitting the team like this?

Taking separate routes ups our odds

of spotting McCoy's truck.

Hey, Kayce, keep moving parallel with us.

Copy. Not much moving in this traffic.

Yeah, hotel's

being evacuated, but it's gonna take some time.

No way everyone can get out of the blast radius

for a bomb this size.

Three o'clock.

White box truck.

Okay, we've got a possible target vehicle here,

but I can't...

can't get an angle on the driver.

It's-it's... just past the building y'all are next to.

-There, I've got it. -We can't see the driver either

but everything fits. What's the play?

We got to stop the truck without him realizing it.

Yeah.

What if he stays stuck in traffic?

If the lights stay red...

...we can cover a maneuver team from here.

Yeah, call the compound, okay? Tell 'em

to have traffic control turn off the lights

right here at this intersection.

Hey, Coyo, you move out on foot,

you think you can get to him without being spotted?

'Cause look, look,

if he makes you, okay, he's gonna clack off,

blow up this entire city block.

He's only got side mirrors,

can't see directly behind his vehicle.

Yeah, if he stays put,

we can get there by being in his blind spot.

They're on it.

Okay, send it.

And, hey, y'all, whoever takes the shot at McCoy,

it's one shot for the rest of all our lives, okay?

Let's move.

We got McCoy boxed in. Keep moving.

Take the wheel.

Okay. I'll get his attention, you move in hard.

Miles.

As soon as I move, you swing wide, cover Andrea.

Check. Ready on you.

Move.

Show me your hands. Hands!

Get out, McCoy.

Don't do it. Hey.

Target secure.

Let's get a bomb disposal unit ASAP.

No telling how many Montanans you saved today.

Easy day.

I know...

...I've been riding you pretty hard.

But you handled your business, Cal.

Just like you will when it comes to this cancer.

So are you picking Andrea or my guy

to run the team in my absence?

This is your team.

Makes it your call.

- Get that, get it! - I can't.

Hey, got an announcement, y'all.

Ooh!

So, uh,

when I go on leave for this surgery,

Gifford wants me to assign a temporary team leader.

And, uh...

...Dre, you're gonna take the conn.

What? I, um...

Have to start calling you boss.

And she needs to work on her "y'alls."

Follow you to hell, girl.

Just as long as there's no basements.

Got some big shoes to fill.

Hey.

She can handle this job, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, you got time

to coach her up.

Hey.

She'll be fine.

Trying to prove to me you can find me

as easy as I find you?

Not impressed.

You spooked my kid.

That makes Britt

fair game.

Yeah.

I know about your daughter.

I hit her with a

parole violation...

...she goes away

for a very

long time.

I'll get you the money when I have it.

Until then,

family...

...is off-limits.

Way you're nursing that makes me think

today wasn't an easy day.

Well, my daughter spouting SEAL lingo

certainly makes it a little bit better.

News said bomb plot was foiled in Helena.

Sounds like a victory.

Yeah.

Wins come with asterisks when...

...it was my own damn fault to begin with.

That why he's over there?

It was a long day. Hey.

Tell me about your day.

- Oh. - Come on.

Gonna need to make it exciting to keep you awake.

I mean, that wouldn't hurt. Please.

Well, our supplier raised prices

on our cocktail napkins.

Stop it.

-Whitebear. -How are you?

Great.

Thank you.

I still don't know how you got Rainwater

on board for the pot grow.

"On board" is a stretch.

He only gave his approval, no financial support.

But, you know, new jobs, new income stream,

do a lot of good for our people.

I'd love to get your support.

Support?

As a marshal, I'm not sure I can go sell gummies for you.

Besides,

won't do me any good putting thorns in Rainwater's side.

Or what?

Stops using you as a prop for his political career?

You deserve the truth,

not platitudes from a chairman

who takes your loyalty, gives nothing back.

Maybe staying inside the lines does...

slow down progress a bit. But...

...I'm still not sure what help I can give you.

You could introduce everyone to a candidate

with bold new ideas for the rez's future.

You're gonna run against Rainwater for chairman?

It's time for a change, Miles.

And an endorsement

from the man who brought our missing girls home,

who foiled the cartel

on our land, carries a lot of weight.

Hey.

I'm sorry to just show up.

Well, it's not the worst ambush I've encountered.

Come on in.

You nearly got killed

cleaning up my mess after I let Will get away.

It's part of the job I signed up for.

I have been chasing down fugitives with you

because it's... it's better than not sleeping,

because sleep, when it happens...

...it's much worse.

You having nightmares?

Sometimes when I'm awake, too.

That's why I froze in that basement today.

Ghosts from the job?

The stuff with the Cleggs

got its claws in me deeper than I knew.

It's gotten so bad that I've turned to just

looking into my dad's murder

as a way to put my mind at ease.

Mm.

Been so worried about the battle Cal's fighting,

I missed you're fighting your own.

I've been trying like hell to hide it,

even from myself,

but I can't.

And now you're taking over when Cal steps back.

Worried?

I'm hoping it helps.

Quiet is the enemy.

Well, you came to the right place for chaos.

If you're not gonna sleep tonight,

can I make you some tea or something?

Sure.

Thank you.

You want chamomile or apple spice?