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Boss!

Will, get in here, quick.

Damn, Charlie.
What's going on?

We running out of coffee?
- Look.

Son of a bitch.
They're stealing my cattle.

Hey!

The hell you think
you're doing?

Take it easy, Mr. Dewey.

It's been five years.

You knew this day was coming
sooner or later.

I want you off my land, now.

I'm afraid we can't do that.

I'm not asking,
I'm telling you.

Show him, Ron.

Damn, Will.

He was going for the warrant.

I thought it was his gun.

Morning.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How you doing?
- Good.

Just catching up
on some emails.

Giddy up.

Two agents from the
Bureau of Land Management

disappeared yesterday
in Wyoming.

Wouldn't our West Coast team
catch that?

They're in hot pursuit
of a fugitive in Mexico,

high profile cartel case.

Isobel wants us to jump in.

Jet's getting fueled,
we're wheels up in thirty.

I'll call
the Cheyenne field office,

make sure we have
some Tahoes and an MCC.

There's been tension
between Land Management

and some of the locals.

They're not gonna be happy
to see a crew

of New York Feds
up in their grill.

You joining this
goat rodeo or what?

Yes, sorry.

There are 18 million acres of
federal land here in Wyoming.

The Bureau of Land Management
is responsible for all of them.

The agents that disappeared--

Mike Palmer and Ron Dodson.

What were they working on?

They were executing
a seizure warrant

on a cattle rancher
in Lincoln County.

They were taking his animals?
His livelihood?

These ranchers lease
federal land to graze a herd.

Some of them think that they're
entitled to graze for free.

When they refuse to pay
on their leases,

the law says that we can take
their livestock as collateral.

You don't pay your mortgage,
the bank takes your house?

Exactly.

Who's the rancher
they were serving yesterday?

A man named Will Dewey.

Now, his family has owned
a spread of 60 acres

in Lincoln County
since before I was born.

He stopped paying his
grazing fees five years ago.

It was 160 grand
plus penalties and interest.

That's a big number.

Well, we tried to work
something out with him,

but he wouldn't come
to the table.

So I filed the seizure warrant.

And Palmer and Dodson
were on their way

with the livestock trailer
yesterday morning.

That was the last
we heard of 'em.

Mr. Dewey had some errands
to run in town.

Well, we'll wait here
till he gets back.

Suit yourself.

I expect he'll be gone
most of the day.

Can I ask if you were here
yesterday morning?

Yes, ma'am.
I work every day but Sundays.

Mr. Dewey gives me
the day off for church.

Did a couple of agents from
the Bureau of Land Management

happen to pay a visit?

No, ma'am.
I get here early.

I would have seen them
if they did.

Maybe you noticed
the livestock trailers

they were towing in the area?

Nope.

Something happen to them?

Possibly.

Ah, I can't say
I'm surprised.

A lot of folks out here
don't take kindly

to Land Management.

What about your boss?

Mr. Dewey's got no beef
with them, far as I know.

Is he up on his grazing fees?

Don't do the man's books,
just look after his animals.

I gotta get to town
to pick up some feed.

Anything else?

Not at the moment.

Thank you for your time.

It looks like
Will Dewey conveniently

made himself scarce today.

I'm thinking
good old Charlie's

playing country dumb.

It could be.

If it was an act,
it was a pretty good one.

Whoa.

Hold on a second.

We've got a new chain
on a rusty gate.

Yep.

Those look like
dual-wheel tire tracks.

Could be
from a livestock trailer.

Yeah.

Pants on fire, Charlie.

But other than his issues
with Land Management,

Will Dewey is an
upstanding citizen.

He was born and raised
on the ranch.

He graduated
from local high school.

He has no criminal record.
- Family?

His father died
eight years ago

and left the ranch to him
and his older brother, Cole.

And where does Cole live?

In a town called Kemmerer.
It's the county seat.

But he still owns
a piece of the ranch?

It looks that way.

Do we have cell phone
locations on these hombres?

No--either the phones are off
or they're in the dead zone.

We don't get great service
out here in the boonies.

Okay, time to track down
the Dewey brothers.

Where are they?

In here.

Damn, boys.

You two really
humped the heifer this time.

Your brother shot him,
not me.

I thought they were
stealing our cattle.

With Land Management patches
on their jacket?

Did you clean up
where this happened?

The best we could.

FBI came to the ranch.

Charlie thinks we need
to call the sheriff.

No.

Ain't nobody going to the law.

Well, then what do--
what do we do with the truck

and the two bodies?

Listen, Charlie...

I need you to trust me
on this, okay?

Cole.

What did you do that for?

Are you that dumb?

Old Charlie here
was about to rat you out.

Oh, God.

Now you're leaving?

This is your mess, Will.

You clean it up.

I got worried when Charlie

didn't come home
from work yesterday.

I stayed up all night
waiting for him

and then reached out
to Sheriff Franklin

first thing this morning.

Have you tried
calling your husband?

A hundred times.

It goes right to voicemail.

Has Charlie ever
not come home before?

Never.

He's not one
to miss his supper.

I reached out to you
because I don't have

a good feeling about this.

I'm guessing it has
something to do

with those missing
federal agents.

Because Charlie
was working for Will Dewey.

Yeah, it's no big secret
the Dewey ranch was underwater

with the Land Management.

What do you know
about Will's brother, Cole?

A bit.

Why, do you think
he's involved?

I wouldn't be surprised.

Cole runs something they call
the Ranchers' Cooperative.

Started out
as a handful of cattlemen

with a common set of problems.

Like paying the Bureau
of Land Management

for grazing rights?
- Well, there's that.

But under Cole's leadership,
it shapeshifted

into something else,
something closer

to an anti-government militia.

Cole suddenly got invested
in getting my job.

Ran against me last November
for county sheriff

and nearly beat me, too,
when a few ranchers showed up

to be armed poll watchers
and intimidate my supporters.

You think Cole
could be harboring

his brother someplace?

Well, they don't
really see eye to eye,

but blood is thicker than
the Bureau of Land Management,

so yeah, it's possible.

- Thank you, Sheriff.
- And just one thing.

Watch your step
with these ranchers.

They have grievances and guns,
and that's a cocktail party

you don't want any part of.

Why don't you drive out
to Cole's place with us?

I'm one step ahead of you.
You checked on Cole Dewey?

Uh, he's not home, and he's
not answering his phone.

I got Moss and Echavaria
sitting on his place.

If Cole's in the wind,
he's in this neck deep.

- Damn you, Will.
- What's wrong?

Now I got the sheriff's
department watching my house,

all 'cause of you.

- They follow you here?
- Do you think that I'm stupid?

You're the jagoff
that screwed up.

You know what?

I'm done with you.

You just leave me out of this.

I'll make sure I visit you
when you're on death row.

Cole?

What?

What am I supposed to do?

The FBI is not gonna stop.

Not till they nail us both
to a cross.

So we're gonna
seize the moment.

Seize it?

How?

First thing we're gonna do,

you're gonna get rid
of this truck.

After that...

You and me, we're gonna
go down to Cold Springs.

We're gonna take matters
into our own hands.

The sheriff was just down
at the Dewey ranch.

Nobody there but cattle.

Put BOLOs out
on Will and Cole.

Look, I've been reading up
on this Ranchers' Cooperative

that Cole Dewey runs,
and it's nothing

but a bunch of angry men.

Well, the sheriff
did say they have guns.

Everybody has guns out here.

And they also
have a manifesto.

"The U.S. government
has no rights

"to land outside
of Washington D.C.

"and that the
Bureau of Land Management

"is nothing but a cartel
that survives

on robbery and intimidation."

And this man
was almost sheriff here.

Tax evasion was just
a feather in his cap.

He quotes and misquotes
the Constitution all the time.

I mean,
state counties are sovereign,

sheriffs are the highest law
of the land.

We get the picture.

Sheriff Franklin
just got a call,

a hunter spotted
a wrecked pickup and trailer

at the bottom of a ravine.

- Right.
- Yep.

That's a Land Management rig.

Nobody in the driver cab?

I doubt the driver walked out
of this wreck alive.

Somebody must have
pushed it off the road

before they jumped out.

Let's get this thing open.

Oh, God.

Agent Palmer and Dodson,
both shot dead.

That's Charlie Williams
with them.

It looks like
he was strangled.

Felicia's gonna be a mess.

And he's got
broken fingernails.

He definitely put up a fight.

Why kill a man who's worked
for your family for 40 years?

Cole and Will Dewey
are shedding their liabilities.

This is only gonna get worse
before it gets better.

Nice to meet
you, Mr. Garrett.

Do I know you?

- We're the Dewey brothers.
- What?

Wait.

We have a little errand
to run together.

You just keep your wits
about you and get in the truck.

What--what are you doing?
Wai--

The tire tracks match
the truck and trailer

at the Dewey ranch.

Palmer and Dodson
were definitely there.

Okay, so where are we?

The brothers ambushed them
when they tried

to seize the cattle,
Charlie witnesses it,

so they kill him too.

Anything from Barnes and Ray?

They executed
both the warrants

at the Dewey Ranch,
but no leads

on where they are
or who they're with.

They could be anywhere.
This is their backyard.

They've got rancher friends
all over the county.

Let's drill down
on this Ranchers' Cooperative.

I want a list of every member.
- I'm on it.

We should also run down
those poll watchers...

And any contributors

to Cole Dewey's
political campaign.

Good idea. Remy Scott.

Where?

Copy that. We're on our way.

Sheriff Franklin
has eyes on Cole's pickup

heading north on 241,
three miles out of Afton.

Okay. I'm in their comms.
I've got eyes on her.

You two stay here
and run ops.

Have Ray and Barnes
join me in the pursuit.

What's the login
for those comms?

Hana?

Sending it now.

Sorry.

Still northbound on 241.

You got about eight miles.

What's our ETA
to intercept them?

- 20 minutes, give or take.
- Ray, pick up the pace.

We got a lot of ground
to cover.

You know this is
a big-ass state, right?

All units,
suspects are pulling over.

Remy,
sheriff says they're stopping.

Tell her not to engage,
backup's on the way.

Sheriff, this is Agent Gaines
with the FBI.

Do not engage.

We've got people on the way.

I don't think
I have a choice at this point.

Stop right there.

Let's keep this friendly, Molly.

Friendly, sure.

I'm gonna need to see both
you boys on the ground first.

There's no reason to be
pointing that gun at us.

We're not armed.

You wanna take me in,
I'll go.

I'm an innocent man.

That'll be up to the jury.

Now get on the ground.

Do what she says, Will.

Now you too, Cole.

Look, my brother surrendered.

Take him and be on your way.

I'm not gonna ask you again.

You know,
I don't believe that

you're gonna gun down your
unarmed political adversary

over a traffic stop.

That's very bad optics, Molly.

- Who's in there?
- That's my dog, Milo.

Easy, Molly. Easy.

Stop moving!

Get her up, Will.

I don't know
about this, Cole.

Shut up
and get her in the truck.

What's going on here, Cole?

You'll see.

The FBI is right behind me.

Screw them.
Let her go!

How much further, Hana?

Three miles.

Have you heard
from the sheriff?

Nope.
I can't get her on the radio.

That's not good.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Hey, that's Cole's pick-up!
- Turn around.

You guys have us?

Yeah.
What happened to the sheriff?

I didn't see her.

No visual
on Cole's truck yet.

Seconds behind.

All right, there's a fork
in the road

about a half mile ahead.

He could go either way.

Ray, take left.

Copy.

Remy, don't take
the first turn.

You can intercept them
if you go down Blue Hole Road.

It's your second right.

Blue Hole Road.

Got it.

Hana!
What the hell just happened?

I'm all out of road up here.

Ray, tell me you have them.

We got nothing on our end.

I don't understand.

- He must have went your way.
- No, they didn't!

- What is this?
- Hana, talk to me.

Blue Hole Road is closed
due to snow melt.

I missed the alert. I'm
sorry.

Don't be sorry,
just do your damn job.

- What's going on with you?
- Nothing.

Hana, yesterday I walked
into the muster room,

you were up to something
on your computer.

Today your head's been--
I don't know where.

Please, what is going on?

Earlier today I, um--

I received this--

Who is that?

Um, it's--it's this guy
I met online.

Look, it's a long story--
- Hana, get rid of that.

It's on a protected browser.

Yeah, fine, listen.

Oh, God.

Can you focus right now?

Okay.
- Kristin, are you there?

Go for Kristin.

We've been trying
to get you on comms.

Yeah, they went down
for a second, but we're back.

What's up?

So we found
the sheriff's car.

She's gone,
but her service weapon

and cell phone
are on the ground.

The Deweys must have taken her.

Does Remy know?

Yeah, he's on
with their dispatch,

units are on their way.

Copy that.

This was fired recently.

She might have
gotten a shot off.

- Yeah.
- What's that?

It's a mini Constitution.

Found it over there
with the gun.

Lincoln County
Ranchers' Cooperative.

They must have dropped it
when they took the sheriff.

Well, I wonder what
the Bill of Rights has to say

about kidnapping
a police officer?

Right?

What are these guys up to?

Let's settle down.

Take a seat.

Now is the time that we,
the people,

take back our county.

This is our land,
not some outsider

from the Bureau
of Land Mismanagement.

I move to charge Ken Garrett

with cattle rustling
and armed robbery.

Oh, you gotta be kidding.

He is also responsible
for the deaths

of three men
in Tucker's Ravine.

Oh, hold on.
I did not kill anybody.

What name
is on the seizure warrant

against your ranch, Will?

Ken Garrett.

You may not have
pulled the trigger,

but it is your hand
that set this all in motion.

I was just doing my job.

Your job.

What about our jobs, Garrett?

Our families, our livelihood,

which you
and your government agency

couldn't give a damn about.

Mm-hmm. Damn straight.

Blake.

How far back
was your family running cattle

in that allotment?

Since before Land Management
was chartered,

till last year, that is.

When Ken Garrett here
canceled your lease--

For environmental control.

They said it was
too dry to graze.

I had to sell off
my whole herd.

And that is what happens
when Uncle Sam owns half.

They own half of our rangeland,

and that is unacceptable.

What about you, Sullivan?

Land Management closed down
the access road I used

to move my herd
between pastures.

I had to haul my cattle
on the highway instead,

till the day a semi crashed
into one of my trailers.

Most of you know the rest.

For those of you
who do not recall,

it was Sully's oldest son, Caleb,

that was behind the wheel
of that trailer.

May he rest in peace.

And why did the Feds
close that access road

in the first place, Sully?

To protect
an endangered species.

A damn snail.

A snail.

You all should know
the Feds dissolved

my allotment last year.

I had to mortgage my spread
to lease some private grass.

Now the bank's
trying to foreclose.

Me and the kids
are gonna lose the ranch

and wind up living in the
trailer park in Cokeville.

Now's your chance.

What do you have to say
in your defense?

I was looking
at the same map.

I didn't see the
road closure, either.

This is Hana's skill set.

It's why she's here.
- Mm-hmm.

No one's more upset
about it than she is.

This is not the first time.

She also screwed up
with that traffic cam

in Brooklyn a few weeks ago,
and the bank heist.

What the hell is happening?

Is she okay?

Something's going on
with her in her personal life.

I'll talk to her
about it later, okay?

Right now she's good.

She messed up.
She knows it.

I think we move on.

We got something.

Just heard
from the Wyoming State Police.

An hour before the BOLO
went out on the Deweys,

they were seen
stuffing Ken Garrett

into their truck outside
his office in Cold Springs.

The Land Management director.

Remy and I met
with him yesterday.

There were two hostages in
that pickup when it got away?

Right now, we need to
figure out why they'd take him

and where they're going.

I am making progress.

I mean, we can talk
about it unless you

wanna keep talking about me?

Easy.

So the mini Constitution
that Ray found down

at the sheriff's car,
it's printed

at a small shop
called Laramie Press,

and you can only
order it by mail.

I called to see if they'd
sent to any addresses

in Lincoln County
and I got eight hits,

including Cole Dewey.

- Who are the others?
- Six men and one woman.

Now, I haven't been able
to find too much

on the mysterious
Ranchers' Co-op,

but my hunch is,
is that they're all members.

There are seven people
we need to go see?

That's gonna take time.
- That's what I thought too.

I cross-referenced
the addresses

with cell phone numbers,
and six of the numbers

converge to the same location

at a Grange Hall
in Alpine, Wyoming.

That can't be good.

It's much worse
than you think.

20 minutes ago, all six
powered down their cell phones.

Two hostages
then a cattle call.

These ranchers
are up to something.

Notify the governor
and ask them

to activate the National Guard.

We don't want another
Ammon Bundy standoff,

and this could be worse.

We have hostages.

Nice work, Hana.

I don't make
Land Management policy.

I just--I carry it out.

All right, your issues
are with the suits in D.C.

Just following orders, huh?

Does that old chestnut
fly here in Lincoln County?

all: No!
- I didn't think so.

I will take your concerns
to the bureau,

okay, all of yours!

And I am sure that
we can work something out.

Are you all happy with that?

- Hell, no.
- No way!

Then I say it's time we vote.

All of those in favor
of returning a guilty verdict.

all:
Aye.

All opposed?

Then let's do this.

Do--do what?

What are you--wait.

Oh, hey, what are you--
what are you doing with that?

Hey. Hey.

No, no, hey, you don't
have to be doing this.

No.

All right.

All right, all right,
all right, hold on.

Hold on.
Cole, this is enough.

Will, shut your mouth!

Are you all
gonna bitch and moan

like a bunch of snowflakes,

or are you gonna
back up the talk?

No, no, please!
Don't do this!

I am an American,
just like you.

And that's the trouble
with democracy, Garrett.

Sometimes the vote doesn't
always go your way.

Bring in the sheriff.

She's next.

Sheriff Franklin.

She swore an oath to protect
and serve our community.

But we are all very aware

that she is beholden
to her campaign donors.

You can't do this, Cole.

To the
real estate developers.

To the tourist outfitters,

the transplants
from out of state

that stuffed our ballot boxes
last November's election.

Which you lost.

Is that what this is about?

This is a court
of common law,

a last resort for those of us

still willing to uphold
the Constitution.

This is a kangaroo court,
and you damn well know it.

I'll arrest everyone here
if you don't--

You will
shut your mouth, Molly!

Or I will shut it for you.

What's the status
on the National Guard?

They're an hour away.

Any eyes inside?

Yeah, I've got them.
10 or 12 men.

I got ten vehicles out back,
mostly pickups.

They got long guns
on the racks.

Hana, can you tell
what's going on in there?

It looks like Cole's
leading some sort of meeting.

Any sign of Ken Garrett
or Sheriff Franklin?

I don't know.

I don't have the whole room.

She stands by
while armed agents

of the Federal government
trespass on your property

and steal your livestock.

Cole.

Sheriff was never with them
when they came to my ranch.

Will, sit down.

As far as I know, Molly's an
honest woman and a good cop.

Well then,
why didn't you vote--

I did.

What do you know
about being sheriff?

Molly's bailed out
many of you in this room.

When Big Johnny
got in that bar fight,

who helped him
reduce his sentence?

Molly!

How about that DUI, Clayton?

Sheriff Franklin and the
people that she represents,

the so-called
champions of progress,

they want our very way
of life to die out!

Stop, Cole! Enough!

I'm cutting her loose.

- The hell you are.
- Get off me.

I hold you in contempt.
Get him out of here.

Get off me!

Get your hands off me!
What are you doing?

FBI! Drop your weapons!

- Get back in!
- Back in here!

- Move back!
- Hurry, to the windows!

Help me out here!

Hold your fire.
They might have hostages.

Take cover!

Coming out the side door.

We gotta get out
of here, Cole.

Get to the trucks!

They're on the run.

All we want
is the Dewey brothers!

The guard's still
15 minutes away.

If we go in, we're on our own.

So are the hostages.

Go tight on me.

Light up anything that moves.

- Don't shoot!
- Where's the sheriff?

Back here.

On your knees, cowboy!

- Are you okay?
- I am now.

The ranchers just
turn tail on the Deweys?

Looks that way.

That last salvo
was covering fire.

That's Katy Austin.

We got her through
and through to the hamstring.

She lost a lot of blood,
but she's lucky.

Missed the femoral artery.

Give me a phone,
and I'll call for an ambo.

What about Garrett?

Where is he?
- Hey, Remy.

Oh, no.

Oh, Cole Dewey's lost his mind.

What happened in here?

He convened
the Ranchers' Co-op

to put me and Garrett on trial.

What for?

Doing our jobs.

He must have figured
he looked like some kind

of anti-government folk hero.

Could you ID the ranchers who
participated in this massacre?

I can't swear who was in the
room when Garrett was hanged,

but Will Dewey
turned on his brother,

cold cocked him good.

He might be willing
to cooperate

with the U.S. Attorney.

Let's get him out of here.

The National Guard
set up a position

a mile from here
down the mountain.

Perfect timing,
now we don't need them.

We should head
to their location

given what just went down.

We can use an escort
to the nearest federal lockup.

Fine, put me in jail,
make me a martyr.

By the way, you played
right into my hands.

Remy, we've got company.

It's an ambush, back inside!

Everybody in!

They've got us trapped.
That's the only road out.

Any word from below?

The guard's
in their own standoff

with another group
of armed ranchers.

So they can't get up here,
we can't get down.

The ranchers want Cole.

Maybe we just turn him over,
deescalate all this.

That just leaves somebody
else to clean up the mess.

What if they decide
to wait us out?

We don't have
any food or water.

There's a trail
just to the north of here

through those woods
behind the hall.

I used to hunt elk up
on that ridge with my dad.

It runs all the way
down the mountain.

How far is the trail?

50, 60 yards.

They'll spot us all
on the move.

All right, look.

I'll take Katy out
to the ranchers,

give you guys enough time
to slip out back.

Still too many people.
They'll see us.

I'll take Cole myself.

Once he's in custody,
these ranchers

will stand down with their
leader under arrest.

I think we sit tight,
wait on the guard.

And do what?

Start a war up here?

You don't even know
where the trail is.

I'll go with you.

I can get us to the guard.

Those ranchers have way
too much firepower to risk it.

I'm still the law
in this county.

If I can't stand up
to these men now, I'm useless.

The sheriff and I will
run Cole down this mountain.

The rest stay here.

Ray, make sure it's safe
then take her outside.

Cover his ass in case
this goes sideways.

We're about to go on
a little walkabout, Mr. Dewey.

If you make any effort
to alert your friends,

I will shoot you
where you stand.

Understood?

Spoken like a true jackboot.

I'll take that as a yes.

Where's Cole?

Your friend's bleeding out.

You need to get her
to the hospital.

We need to see Cole.

Make sure he's unharmed.
- He's fine.

- Show us!
- You can deal with that later.

If you don't do something
right now,

she's gonna die out here.

Come down off the porch.
Hand her over.

You're coming too,
till we get Cole.

Get your hands off me.

We're on the trail.

Everyone okay down there?

Ray had a moment,
but we're good.

Stop stalling.

Listen to every word I say
or I'll ran my jackboot

straight up your ass.

The ranchers have
the guard boxed out.

Stand down.
Put your weapons down.

We're gonna
have to sidestep them

or we're gonna walk
right into their blockade.

What's the plan?

Uh.

There is another way
to the flats.

If we can cross through here
without them seeing us,

then we're home free.

Let's do it.

Stand down.

End of the line, folks.

How you holding up, Cole?

I've been better.

Come get these
damn cuffs off me.

Sam, get the keys
from the nice officer.

We got four
federal agents on our heels.

You really wanna die
for this blowhard?

Hey, those Feds
still up there with you?

Affirmative.

We've got 'em pinned down.

Hand those keys to my son, now.

That's not gonna happen.

He just executed a man,
and you let him do it.

Well, that's between us
and our maker.

Cole won't get a fair shake
in a federal court.

Then it looks like
we got ourselves a big problem.

No doubt.

How's the new baby, Tom?

What'd you and Linda
name the little fella?

Huh?

Lester, I'm real sorry
to hear about your mom.

Now, come on, boys.

She quit being your
neighbor the moment

she put that star on her chest.

That steal you made
at the end

of the Star Valley game, whew!

That was something.

You--you going out
for football next year?

Cornerback.

Blake!

What the hell
are you doing, man?

Ain't nobody else
gonna die out here, Cole.

We used to be in the right.

Not anymore.

Sheriff Franklin
and the Wyoming State Police

rounded up all the ranchers who
took part in the bogus trials.

Well,
when they're done with that,

they can go after those idiots
that ambushed us.

I, for one,
will be happy to make IDs.

I'm sure we all will.

Hey, Hana, I'll be having
dinner with Cora tonight.

- Okay.
- All right.

Have a good night, ladies.
- Good night, everyone.

Great job today.

Great job today.
- You too.

Thanks for sticking up
for me today.

Of course.

Kristin, we really don't
have to do this tonight.

Tonight's perfect.

Ingrid's staying the night
at a friend's,

and I've been jonesing
for a cacio e pepe, so.

You wanna tell me
what happened?

Ever since I was abducted
by those pedophiles

in New Hampshire,
I've been, uh,

moonlighting,
I guess you could call it.

Doing what?

I hunt for predators online

who are looking
for young girls.

Last week I catfished
a guy named Graham.

I met him for dinner
with who he thought

was a 13-year-old girl
and blew up his life.

How?
You went to the police?

No.

All the dirt that I had on him,

I sent to his friends
and family.

Then today...

He must have
put it on auto-send

before he pulled the trigger.

Hana.

I was careful.

He didn't have
any idea who I was,

and I didn't do
anything illegal.

But you're dancing
in the gray area there.

I really don't need you
to judge me.

I'm not judging you,
I promise.

I--I just wanted to know
what it felt like

to be in control again.

And if I'm honest,
it felt good.

I didn't know
he was gonna kill himself.

But if there's one less
monster in the world

then I'm sorry
that I'm not sorry.

You don't understand.

Yeah, I do.

No, you don't.

Nobody does.

I'm gonna
show you something.

You see those scars?

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

No.

You don't need to be sorry.

You don't even need
to know what happened.

You need to know that
you're not alone...

That all that pain
and helplessness and ugliness

and rage is part of it.

It doesn't go away.

So what do I do?

You're doing it.

Right now. You talk about it.

You look at it,
you deal with it,

and you do everything you can

not to let it interfere
with the job.

Look, I get it.

Plenty of nights--
plenty of nights

I came home and went straight
for the bottle, too,

believe me.

But you gotta
break the pattern.

One step at a time,
and I know you can do it.

Who else knows
about this Graham?

Nobody.

Just you.

I think we keep it that way.

Kristin, thank you.

Yeah.

I've got you.