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You shouldn't be here.

Nate. I need to reach Nate Romanowski.

What? Can you help me?

Easy, Joe. I got you, brother.

The girls are okay. 'Cause I lied to 'em.

You knew those men were dangerous.

Joe, are you trying to get yourself killed?

Please help me find my daughter.

General public finds out the details of how Frank died,

they're gonna panic, and I do not have time for that.

What's that?

And the prize for Outstanding Life Size goes to...

Terry Boulden.

Uh...

Well, uh...

How about that?

Uh, 28 seasons as a finalist,

and, uh, I finally got the big one.

Stop the slaughter!

Stop the slaughter!

Millions of gallons of blood

are spilled each year because of you!

You're insane! Hunters like you.

All to feed your sick desire

to murder innocent creatures.

Now you know how it feels

to be on the other end of this blood sport.

You monsters!

Now you know how it feels

to be on the other end of this blood sport.

This, gentlemen, is Klamath Moore,

anti-hunting activist

and pain in my ass.

He's one of those Internet assholes

who thinks just because three million followers watch

every dumb thing that he does that it's somehow important.

Now, it's only a matter of time

until he finds out about Frank's murder.

And when he does, he and his cult of crazies

are going to descend on Saddlestring

like flies on rotten fish.

So we need to solve this case before that happens.

So what have we got, gents?

Well, Frank's body was found about three miles from his elk camp.

He was killed and mutilated in a manner that suggests

he was left to resemble a game animal.

So we got nothing.

Well, I mean, I wouldn't say, "Nothing."

We've defined the problem.

That's a start.

"The problem"?

You mean the hunter that was killed and gutted?

Yeah, that...

That's the problem.

What about this?

McLANAHAN: Oh, for crying out loud, Pickett.

Look, Urman probably just dropped it.

I mean, poker games and elk camps,

they go together like drunk and disorderly.

It's at least something we can look into.

Sometimes a poker chip is just a damn poker chip.

Oh, Christ.

Get out. Excuse me?

I don't have the time or patience for this,

so get the hell out of the room, Deputy.

Excuse me. That's my deputy.

Okay, well, then you get out, too.

Both of you, go. You bug me.

With all due respect, Governor,

this is our case, and you're in our building.

If you want any more favors from me,

you will gather up your stuff

and you will leave this room without saying another word.

Now, go.

Game and Fish will head this investigation.

Now, you need to figure this out quickly, gentlemen,

before Klamath Moore and his three million followers get wind of it.

Or they will shut down hunting season.

And we will all be looking for a job.

Hey.

I don't care what the governor says.

This is still my investigation,

so you keep me posted every step of the way.

You got it?

Joe, it's 3:00 in the morning.

I can't tell anymore.

You up early or late?

Yeah, I guess I haven't been sleeping too well.

No, you haven't.

What are you working on?

Uh, I'm just trying to find some proof

that these twins even exist.

There's no way that I was their first brush with the law.

No one seems to believe I even saw what I saw.

I believe it.

Thanks.

I see what you're doing.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Trying to find a way back up that mountain

to face the Grims.

Guessing you feel like you lost something up there.

And the only way you'll get it back

is to confront them again.

But, Joe...

What?

You don't think I could survive it?

I think you don't think you could survive it.

But here you are, looking for a way regardless.

I'm just looking into Frank's murder.

And if it leads you to the Grims?

Then I'll do my job.

Joe, if you go back up that mountain

and you get yourself killed,

I want you to know I'm gonna tell our girls the truth.

I'm going to tell them their daddy didn't die for his job,

or his duty,

or his honor.

I'm gonna tell them you committed suicide,

because that's what it'd be.

And who's to say the Grims have anything to do with this?

You should talk to Blaire Urman, see what she knows.

Her nephew, Chris, has been staying with her

since they found Frank,

and he was on that hunting trip.

Get some sleep, Joe.

See, it's to the side.

Just a little down.

Perfect. You girls look great.

Field trips are the best.

I know, honey. You're gonna have so much fun.

Sheridan, come on. You're gonna miss your ride.

Here, you guys go on out, okay?

Okay. Just... Just ask them to wait.

She's right behind you.

Sher.

Hon, what's going on? It's time to go.

Sweetheart, where'd you get that?

You told me he was camping out.

They say he almost died.

Sheridan, I'm sorry.

You lied to me.

Yes, I did.

I didn't think you...

Damn it.

Should I play, uh, good cop or bad cop?

I don't want you to play any cop.

Or how about I play talking cop

and you play silent cop?

Sound good?

Mrs. Urman.

Hello, Warden.

Uh, Joe, please.

You mind if I ask you some questions?

Thank you.

Do you have cream and sugar?

Oh. Yeah.

Thank you.

What? That's how my grandma used to make it.

It's really good.

Thank you.

Did Frank ever have any enemies?

Oh, heavens, no.

Frank was a saint.

Nobody that knew him would do this to him.

Did he ever mention run-ins that he might have had with guys

when he was out in the woods?

Pair of tall twins, maybe?

Creepy looking.

Is that who you think did this to Frank?

I'm just trying to get a fuller picture, that's all.

I'm not sure what fuller picture

you think you're going to find here.

You're Frank's nephew, Chris?

You mind if we have a word?

I already told the sheriff everything I know.

I'm not the sheriff.

How was Frank feeling

the day he went missing?

His state of mind.

He was down.

A friend of his died this summer.

He was...

He was pretty low about it, I guess.

You guess or you know?

I don't know.

Frank was private like that.

I just keep thinking that we...

We shouldn't have split up that day.

Should have stayed together.

Chris...

It wasn't your fault.

Yeah, I...

I know.

I should check on my aunt.

What is it?

Well, Blaire described her husband as a saint.

Not a good guy, but a saint.

Something wrong with that?

Do you know who would never describe their husband as a saint?

Anyone with a saintly husband.

Come on.

Break in the case? No.

I gotta pick up my daughters.

I can't tell when you're kidding.

I'm never kidding.

But now you are, right?

Get in the car.

Let us all thank Rosenda Littleshield,

our visiting Cree sister,

for that good medicine.

Four weeks and three days,

that's how long my daughter's been missing.

I'd like to thank you all

for showing up the first week,

and thank you all for showing up today.

I know for many of you, this isn't easy.

And I know many of you know what I'm going through

because you've gone through it, too.

But today isn't just about Marissa.

It's about your daughters, too.

It's for your sisters, your cousins,

your aunties and your friends,

and for the thousands more still missing.

Not just here in Wind River, but all over Indian country.

Today, we're looking for any sign of Marissa.

They tell us, "Four weeks means she's probably gone",

but I still feel her out there.

I feel it in my bones.

-Yes. -Yes.

The heart knows, the spirit knows.

So pick up a vest, split up in pairs.

You all know the drill.

Thank you.

Thank you for your time.

Good to see you. You, too.

Thank you.

Brother, good to see you again. Thank you.

I appreciate it. Pairs?

Sure.

I'm surprised to see you here.

I've never seen you at one of these.

Yeah. Um...

I've been working through some stuff personally.

Figured it might be nice

to think about someone else for a moment.

Sounds kind of selfish, actually.

Processing your pain through helping someone else?

I can think of a few things that are more selfish than that.

I'm glad you're here.

Thanks. Me, too.

Could you tell me about her?

About Marissa?

Did you...

Do you know her?

A little.

She's very bright, strong, tenacious.

She was gonna be the first one

from her family to attend college.

Then she told Charlie that she was going out to get groceries,

and, um, never came back.

That's horrible.

When we went out to look for her the next day,

we found her car abandoned up on Route 10,

just down the road from here.

Can you think of any reason she'd just leave her car?

None.

And we couldn't find a trail of where she went.

And the police didn't find anything?

Well, the police never looked.

What? Why not?

They say that they couldn't investigate

Marissa's car even if they wanted to.

They say that it's not part of their jurisdiction.

Okay. Well, what about Tribal authorities?

Well, the car wasn't abandoned on the rez,

so the Tribal authorities can't investigate, either.

So who's supposed to look into it?

Supposed to?

Or willing to?

And where is her car now?

It's just sitting there, gathering dirt and dust.

That is insane.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

You know, you could just drop me off at my apartment.

It's on the way.

This is much more fun.

Fun for you, maybe.

You don't have to sit back here with this smelly man.

I'll have you know I'm wearing very fancy cologne.

So fancy it smells like dog barf.

Yeah.

You okay, Sheri?

Why didn't you tell us how you really got hurt?

Uh...

The newspaper said you almost died.

Well, newspapers exaggerate.

I was fine.

If you were fine, then why did Mom lie to us?

She told us you fell on a sharp rock,

and it was all just an accident.

Hon, give your mom a break, okay?

None of this is her fault.

She lied to me.

She was just trying to protect you, hon.

She didn't want you to worry.

I'm already worried.

And it's worse now that I know she'll lie to protect me.

Well, she won't anymore.

And I won't.

If I can't answer something honestly,

then I'll tell you so, but I won't lie.

Deal? Okay.

Shake?

Wyoming Game and Fish Department.

How may I help you? I need to report a game violation.

Okay. I just need your name.

My name's not important.

But I'm calling from a pay phone in Twelve Sleep County.

Listen, there's a few poachers near Mad Bull Creek

that's hunting on private lands.

I need you to call the game warden and get him here

before somebody gets killed.

But, sir...

Can you check my work, please?

Sure thing, sweetie.

I need my work checked, too,

but I want Dad to do it, not you.

Well, your dad just got a work call,

so looks like you're stuck with me.

You don't need to check my work, Mama.

It's perfect.

I'm going to check your work.

Hey, go ahead, start dessert without me.

I got something that I need to take care of.

Okay. Okay.

Save me some, please.

Sure.

The greatest thing just happened.

I got this from an anonymous source.

This hunter was a beloved member

of the community in Saddlestring,

which is not too far from here.

And by the looks of his body,

gutted like the elk he kills,

someone hunted a hunter.

Wow.

This is gold, my friends.

Let's mine it for all its worth.

Rory, find out everything you can about Saddlestring.

I'm going to need a place to stage an event, and TVs.

TVs as big as you can find.

On it.

This could backfire, you know.

Celebrating the killing of a local?

You sure you want to exploit this?

Look, this... This is war.

Innocent animals with nobody to protect them on one side,

and bloodthirsty hunters on the other.

Those hunters, they have guns

and history on their side.

But we can shift the court of public opinion.

But to change public opinion,

you have to shake people out of their slumber.

When they see a human being dismembered like an animal,

once they see themselves as prey,

they might start to rethink doing that to another species.

If we play our cards right,

Saddlestring could be the beginning of the end.

My man.

Come here, man.

Good to see you, brother.

Good to see you, too.

You look good, man. You look good.

I've been better. Yeah.

Now, listen, sorry to drag you out here.

I just couldn't risk anyone seeing you with me.

What's going on?

I got some people after me, Joe.

That's why I called you.

To warn you.

What are we talking?

I used to work with this elite group...

Okay. Yeah, yeah. I'm guessing I'm safer

not hearing what you're about to tell me.

These guys are dangerous,

and they may use you to flush me out.

I'm not saying that they will, all right?

But just keep an eye out.

Another person trying to kill me.

Ah. That's exactly what I need.

Well, I did just drag your ass out of the woods.

Right.

So maybe we're even?

Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah. Don't mention it.

So, how's the case going?

It's about as twisted up as it can be.

I'm going one way,

everyone else is going another

and seems to think that I'm insane.

Well, what does your gut say?

I mean, my gut's telling me...

The murder was so meticulous. Mm-hmm.

Cleaning an elk like that takes real skill.

To do that to a human...

It takes practice.

Yeah. And I'd say a lot.

You smell that, brother?

Looks like we found him.

All right, girls.

Come on, let's go.

Gonna be late for school again.

You sleep okay?

Yeah. Yeah, it's not too bad.

Come on. Say bye to Mom.

Bye, Mama. Bye.

I love you. Bye.

Bye, Sher.

She'll come around.

I know. Eventually.

I'm headed to Cheyenne.

Kind of wishing the governor didn't

put me in charge of this Urman case.

Well, it means he has faith in you, Joe.

Or that he's setting me up for a fall

if or when this thing goes sideways.

I don't think so. I think he just realizes

how incompetent the Sheriff's Department is.

All right. Bye. I love you.

Love you, too.

What do you mean, that's it?

That's all the information we have.

No case file or forensics or interviews?

No. You didn't do anything?

Well, we can't investigate without someone filing a missing person's report.

You just read a missing person's report.

No. No, no, no, no.

I said that that was a memo.

We need an official report,

of which we can't even file

because she's a member of the Native community.

Her car was found in your county.

It's still on the side of the road.

She disappeared here in Saddlestring.

We would need evidence of that.

Well, then maybe you should investigate to get some.

I told you, all right?

We cannot investigate without that missing person's report.

Okay, look, I'm sure that she's fine, okay?

I mean, you know how it is with these Native girls.

They... They tend to...

They tend to move around.

Hmm?

Wow. You really bring being an asshole

up to the level of art form.

Marybeth.

Hi, Cricket. Hey.

Look, I, um...

I can't make any promises,

but let me know if you need any help.

Thank you. I will.

All right.

Every hunting accident? It's gonna take forever.

It's a good thing we started early, then.

Oh, what the hell are you boys doing with those?

They're filed that way for a reason.

Yeah, this is that reason.

Don't worry, we'll...

We'll put them back when we're done.

You're making a mess is what you're doing.

Randy, feel free to join in.

I know how much you love paperwork.

You just keep it down.

I got some important phone calls to make.

Gin and tonic, please. Hold the gin.

Water.

I hate this place.

Thanks.

Hi.

Missy! Hi, Mom.

Well, to what do I owe this wild surprise?

Mm.

Mm. Mm.

Okay, I need you to watch the girls for a few hours,

just while I take care of something.

Oh, sweetie, you know, I wish I could,

but I'm going on in 20 minutes.

Great. They're going to love watching you sing. Right?

Yeah. Yeah.

I cannot have children in a bar.

What will people think of me?

Didn't seem to bother you much when we were kids.

Hush.

You'll be fine. It's not like they're gonna have a beer.

Mom.

Come on. This is your chance.

Watch the girls, please.

Girls, I'm going to teach you the value of a good card game.

A card game? Ooh! Card game.

Bartender, round of Sprites, please.

-Ooh, Sprite! -Okay, have fun.

-Bye, Mom. -Bye.

Who wants a cherry in their Sprite?

Me. You.

Me. Two, three.

Welcome to Day 28 of hunting season.

I'm Buck Lothar, and this is Buck Talk

on 929 AM.

Victor Garcia of Fremont County

bagged an 826-pound, six-point elk,

putting him in the lead for the Elkies this year.

Mm-hmm. That's the elk to beat.

And speaking of winners, Buck's Deluxe Pillow

is the 18-point elk of soft, luxurious pillows.

You can bet on it.

Days and nights of angelic sleep await.

Order 'em today for every last rebel baby in your family nest.

Is someone there?

Marybeth.

Everything okay? I'm so sorry

to show up unannounced.

I just wasn't sure how else to reach you.

What's going on? So, I'm a lawyer.

And I took the liberty of looking into Marissa's case, and...

You took the liberty?

I mean, I took a look at her car,

and I saw the damage that was done to it.

It seems to me there is more than enough evidence

to establish probable cause that there was a crime,

and to warrant an investigation.

We pursued that.

The problem isn't lack of evidence,

the problem is nobody cares.

I know, I know. I understand that.

But I know a sheriff's deputy, and...

And she said she would help.

And you trust her?

When I was unconscious and wounded in the hospital,

she stood guard by my bedside.

So, yes, I would trust her with my life,

because I already have.

Marybeth. Cricket.

This is Charlie Left Hand.

Do you have a minute?

Sure. Come on in.

My daughter was up to something before she disappeared.

She was making phone calls,

secretive phone calls, a lot of them.

If we can get those phone records,

if we knew who she was calling,

I believe we'd know who took her and why.

Phone records?

Can you pull them for us? CRICKET: Um...

No.

I can't do that.

We need Marissa's consent to have them released.

Marissa is missing.

I know she is.

But without a missing person's report,

legally, she's not.

Cricket, McLanahan said the same thing.

It doesn't make any sense.

Can't you coordinate with the Tribal police somehow?

Tribal authorities can only investigate crimes

that occur within the community.

The laws are very strict.

So if someone from Saddlestring

abducted her on the reservation,

who is allowed to investigate that?

No one.

It's a flawed system, I know.

And I want to help, I truly do,

but this is a problem of jurisdiction.

The problem is not jurisdiction.

The problem is all the people willing to look at a thing and pretend to not see it.

Uh...

Thank you anyway.

I'm sorry that I couldn't help.

I...

Charlie, wait, please.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

You know, every morning, when I wake up,

just for a moment I forget

that she's missing or might be dead.

And I think, "What a terrible dream that was."

And then I remember.

You got my hopes up today.

Marissa's my daughter,

and the pain of her missing is constant.

This matters to me.

This isn't just some kind of afternoon diversion.

This is not a diversion for me either.

I promise.

Then what is it?

I lost a child.

He was unborn. So...

I didn't know him the way that you know Marissa,

and it's different. I know.

I was shot, and I almost died,

and my son...

I lost a child.

And the pain of that loss has been constant for me.

Looking for your daughter is the only thing that's brought me any peace.

I...

I guess I thought if I could help you, I...

Maybe I could start to heal.

I'm sorry.

That blinded me to how hard this must be for you.

You might need to look elsewhere for your peace.

You'll find none here.

How much of that did you hear?

So you're really not gonna help them?

I'd be breaking the law.

Just because it's the law doesn't mean it's right.

When you're a sheriff's deputy, it does.

You're looking the other way with me.

You can't do the same for him?

Would you like me to throw you out?

Would that make you feel better?

No.

Look, I don't have the authority to pull the phone records,

even if I wanted to.

Yeah. I get it.

I do.

I have to pee, okay?

Just let yourself out the window.

Hey, a toast to EJ for his first hunting season.

Whoo! Whoo!

I see your Fault. Do not.

Okay, girls, Missy's gotta go Missy.

But tell me, how do I look? And be honest.

Like a princess.

You see, that's why you are my favorite.

Hey! I'm teasing.

But wish me luck.

Good luck. Good luck. Love you!

Love you. Go, go, go!

What a rack. Excuse me?

Oh.

Oh, no, no, no.

We were talking about a... A moose.

Not, um...

...that you don't have a great rack, you do.

But... Oh. Oh, boy.

And here I thought it was just my singing you liked.

I mean, I like that, too.

Well, don't forget to tip.

Marty, let's do Spooky in A.

A-five, six. Whoo!

A-five, six, seven, eight. MAN: Here we go!

What?

Got something?

Ray Jenson thought his shoe was a jackrabbit

and shot himself in the foot.

All right, you two are done here.

Office doesn't close for another hour.

Well, it's going to take you an hour to clean this up.

I got big dinner plans, and I ain't pushing 'em.

Luke.

Oh, shit.

Guy from Lander. Bear hunter.

Check the report, see if there's a list

of his personal effects.

Might want to push that dinner, Randy.

Yeah. He was saying forget about it.

I need to see the sheriff.

Ah, well, then take... Hey, he's on the phone!

Yeah. He said he wanted to be kept in the loop.

No, I'm looking at him right now, so just...

I'm gonna have to call you back.

What the hell, Pickett?

Dan Garrett,

accidentally killed himself with his own rifle,

trying to pull a deer into his pickup.

Quite the accident, no?

Yeah.

Then Warren Tucker.

Accidentally slit his own throat

with the antlers of his trophy.

That's pretty strange.

Well, stranger things have happened.

That's what I thought. Then I checked their personal effects.

And guess what?

One, two...

Three matching poker chips at three crime scenes.

Not accidents.

Frank Urman wasn't a one-off.

This is the work of a serial killer.

Marybeth.

Thought you could maybe use a restock.

Oh, thank you.

Come on. Come on in.

I'm sorry about all the mess.

We've had mourners coming through all day today.

Of course.

Chris?

Chris, you remember Marybeth Pickett,

the game warden's wife? Hey, Chris.

Hey.

Let's... Let's get things put away.

Sure.

Blaire, why don't you sit down, rest for a while?

I can do this.

Okay.

Stop the slaughter!

Stop the slaughter! Stop the slaughter! Stop the slaughter!

You sure you wanna do this?

Time to bring the fight out of the woods and into the town.

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret here.

The town of Saddlestring

has been lying to its own people.

Hiding information the people should know.

Right now, as I speak to you,

someone up there in those mountains has hunted a hunter.

Now, you might ask yourselves, why aren't they telling you?

-Yeah. -Yeah. Why aren't they?

Is it because hunting revenue pays their salaries?

Someone has stalked and killed the hunter

the same way that hunter would have killed an innocent deer.

Then they gutted him and strung him up!

Who is this man, Chris?

String him up! String him up!

-What is -String him up!

♪ In the cool of the evening

♪ When everything is gettin' kind of groovy

♪ You call me up and ask

♪ If I'd like to go with you...

Sheridan.

Sheridan.

♪ First I say no

♪ I've got some plans for the night

♪ But then I stop and say all right

♪ Love is kinda crazy with a spooky... ♪

String him up! String him up!

String him up! String him up!

This is what hunters do

to poor, defenseless animals.

Looks a little different when it's a human being, doesn't it?

-Yes. -Damn right.

The person who avenged those animals,

if you ask me,

the person who killed this hunter should be celebrated.

Look at that.

Here with us is one of them.

This man, this government man,

is the one who makes hunting possible.

He's the one who doles out murder permits,

and then stands by with a smile

while people mercilessly maim and kill gentle creatures

from all over these woods!

Sheri!

Sheridan!

Dad? Hey.