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You're about two feet left of the line.

What do we got left?

Only about 300 feet.

Shit!

Ah!

You got time. Don't rush it.

Shit!

Ah!

Oh God! Stop!

Oh... Hey.

Hey! Hey, man, are you okay?

What the fuck?

Why would they ride horses?

Horses are quieter than a vehicle.

So they can sneak out with the animals they kill?

Yeah.

And arrows are quieter than guns.

They loaded the bear here, headed southwest.

Probably had their vehicles parked outside the park.

Horse trailers, maybe.

How do we catch them?

We don't.

Too far gone now.

Too much time between them and us.

So... can we go to the lake, then?

Jump off that old wooden dock?

Nothing else for us here.

This is Turner.

Yeah, I'll head that way.

I'm sorry.

We'll have to go to the lake another day.

Over/under three of us get hit by lightning by the time this is done?

Storms roll in fast up here, huh?

Never leave the station without your jacket.

No matter how clear you think the sky looks.

Christ, here comes Gary fucking Cooper.

He's on a horse.

Yeah.

Gives our ISB Special Agent Turner

a better angle to look down on us lowly rangers.

ISB?

Investigative Services Branch. We're under him.

Easy, Wiseman. Don't glob us all together. You and your bear spray are only here

because you didn't have a fucking Girl Scout hike to lead.

I'm out.

Have fun with Milch.

How long you wanna bet before he busts our balls about something?

Hey. Uh...

Female. Best guess is early twenties.

Accident maybe, or a jumper. We think she was alone.

It's hard to know now with the ground all torn up.

-Seventeen seconds. -We had to help the climbers off the face.

-Got a little messy. -Who are you?

Naya Vasquez. With the Park a couple weeks.

-They know the victim? -Nice to meet...

Uh...

No. Say she just came flying off on top of them.

Did you, uh, hear anything above you? Voices?

I asked them that already. They said no.

I looked up and there she was. On the line before I could move.

See anybody else?

Why not just ask Vasquez or me?

Did they see anyone else, Milch?

Mm-mm.

No, they didn't see anybody.

Make sure no one disturbs the remains on the ground.

Nothing down there to disturb.

This fucking guy.

Lightning started popping.

It was more than the chopper or SAR climbers wanted to test.

Makes no sense to go down there, Turner.

Weather clears.

SAR can reach her in the morning.

Birds will do damage.

Rain, ropes could give way.

So she falls. That was all part of her plan anyway, remember?

Did she tell you her plan, Milch?

This is the kind of shit that makes the job harder than it needs to be.

Lightning's getting close.

I don't feel like dying on this mountain today too.

We're ready.

All that from a 60-meter fall?

No, not this.

Lion, maybe. Coyotes?

That's black cottonwood in her hand.

None of that up here on the summit.

She'd been running for a while.

With no shoes.

Twenty bucks says she was so tweaked out

she didn't know if she was wearing shoes, socks or ice skates.

She look familiar to you? From the park somewhere?

Face doesn't ring a bell.

I'm guessing you don't need us all walking on your precious ground, right?

Yeah, all right. I'm coming.

Injuries are a mixed bag.

With a fall at that speed, it's tough to separate pre- and post-trauma.

It's all pretty much textbook stuff, Captain Souter.

But then there's this...

Clearly pre-fall.

Canine, if I had to guess.

The bite radius is too small for a lion, so,

coyotes or dogs, most likely.

And all this from fighting them off.

Yeah, then there's that.

Looks like gold to me.

Expensive tattoo, if it is.

Mm-hmm.

Might be how you ID her.

Wait for some rich parents to say

their little debutante hasn't used her bank card in days.

I'll get the lab results to you as soon as they come in.

I think I've seen her around.

Park employee, maybe.

But there's nothing here to connect.

She did a lot of walking in shoes that weren't her size.

Lost them to the coyotes, I guess.

No, that happened way before she reached the summit.

There's no animal tracks near the top of the trail.

Whatever she was running from, she was running for a while.

What a waste.

Kyle...

Whatever this turns out to be, do an old friend a favor.

Try and play nice with my rangers.

-If Milch complained about me again... -Milch complains about everything.

If it's not you, it's someone else.

But it's mostly you.

And it's not just Milch.

You got this way about you, it's like...

It's like the rest of them are trying to steal your oxygen or something.

Well, tell them not to stand so close, Paul.

Well, maybe that way they won't smell the bourbon on your breath.

Come on, listen.

If you're stumbling a bit,

talk to me, okay?

Before you fall, not after.

That's the way this whole deal works.

Gentlemen, what's the verdict on our jumper?

Lawrence, uh, not sure yet.

Uh, we're waiting on some tests.

Yeah, smart to be cautious,

not give people the wrong idea.

Unfortunately, the rest of the world operates on a different set of rules.

Feels like, as park superintendent,

I should know there's been an animal attack fatality

before I read about it online.

We're not exactly sure that's what happened.

It has to be what happened, Paul. I just read it.

We can't stop folks putting shit on the Internet.

The park needs people to show up.

And most don't scare easy.

They read about somebody doing a header off a cliff,

they just keep driving in

knowing they're not stupid enough to make the same mistake.

But if they start hearing about women getting chased by packs of wild animals,

they'll turn around and go to goddamn Disneyland.

A lot of paychecks stop coming.

I don't work for your park.

How can I forget that, Agent Turner?

But I still carry some influence with the people you do work for.

Lawrence, ISB only comes on board if there's been a crime,

and we have no evidence of that.

We've had animal attacks before, and the girl slipped or she jumped.

We've seen that before as well.

It's the first Daily Double I can remember,

along with the Sanderson situation.

Lawyer's hammering me that you're not getting back to their investigator,

that Avalos woman.

Sanderson. What is the point of reopening an investigation into a guy

who went missing in the park six years ago?

The point is money, as usual.

Lawyer claims to have new information to discuss,

but Agent Turner can't find time to talk.

Listen, we have close to a million acres of wilderness in the park.

A hundred people go missing every year.

Not sure that should be the first line of our statement.

Tell him you can't spell "wilderness" without "wild."

Thanks, Special Agent. We should put it on a bumper sticker.

Clever!

I'll give the investigator your number. Let you tell her yourself!

Please tell me this is important.

-Kids asleep? -Yeah.

It's 2:30 in the morning, Kyle.

The whole town's asleep.

There's a meteor shower this Thursday.

Biggest one in a couple years.

Seventy a minute, they say.

Yeah, that's a lot of wishes.

Are you drinking?

I was just thinking about how we all used to snuggle up on a blanket,

together, to watch the show.

Remember?

So, I just thought I'd let you guys know in case you wanted to see it.

Go to sleep, Kyle.

For somebody... who works for a national park,

you think he'd have a better understanding of boundaries.

I'll talk to him.

Tell him he's gotta stop doing that.

I called earlier.

I didn't answer.

So I drove out here.

I can see that.

Captain Souter's orders. Park's pressuring him on the Jane Doe.

He thought I might be able to help speed things along.

Oh God. What, you better at this than me?

-Huh? -Huh?

No. I'm just saying.

How are you gonna help me move faster, then?

I didn't ask for this.

We ran her prints through the system.

No matches. Nothing in missing persons yet either.

Went wide with her information. Just a lottery ticket. Might get lucky.

What happened to Milch? He was senior ranger up there yesterday.

Why... Why isn't he doing this?

Captain Souter gave it to me.

Souter gave it to you? Or Milch did?

Either way, here I am. Lucky me.

Did you get Park employee records?

Requested, but don't have them yet.

Request again.

It's possible Jane Doe's a Park employee, but not a desk job.

So, we'll need names, date of birth.

Have them check anyone who hasn't been to work the last few days.

Park Security's gone through gate video looking for a match.

Yours?

I got one too.

Younger, just turned four.

His father and I were on the force together back in LA.

A friend of mine's a deputy for Mariposa County.

Told me about an opening here. Felt like a nice change of...

You're just moving in?

Out?

He doesn't mind? Your husband?

Hmm?

That you moved your kid away?

Not my husband, just the father.

So where are we going?

Try to ID Jane Doe.

Should I wait here?

Up to you.

Another saddle in there if you want it.

Yeah, I don't.

I thought we were gonna try to ID Jane Doe.

We are.

Then we should canvass the lodges, campgrounds.

Look for a match at the entry points.

This park's the size of Rhode Island.

It's got five separate highway entrances

bringing in over 100,000 people a week.

So, if you want to canvass, you go right ahead.

Hey, boy.

You're kidding, right?

This makes no sense. Why don't we just drive?

Faster this way.

One of us doesn't understand the physics of horsepower.

I'm confused about what we're doing.

We're investigating.

Summit's behind us.

This is the path Jane Doe came up.

But we're going down.

Yeah. Find out where she came from.

Maybe find out who she is.

So why'd Milch dump this on you?

I don't know. Maybe something about you being difficult.

So because of his tender feelings, I get the rookie off the bench?

Guess they figured I've got a toddler at home...

I know how to deal with difficult.

Come on.

What's this place?

It's an old hunting shack.

So she was running from something. Hid in here.

Yeah, why not stay?

She was hurt, scared.

Maybe figured she wouldn't survive long enough for anyone to find her.

These are fresh.

Worried about bleeding to death, why take the time to make those?

Worried about something else more.

A couple over here too.

Worth checking on any missing Indigenous girls in the state.

Huh.

Ah!

You want to call Milch?

See if he'll swap back?

Jesus.

Coyotes. Two or three at least.

Doesn't seem like anyone should be wandering out here by themselves.

Hiking off trail. It happens.

But there's no campground near here.

Whole park's a campground if somebody wants it to be.

I don't see any more blood up ahead.

You find something?

Holy shit.

We missed it on the first pass. Got lost in the damage.

-Where's the wound? -Clear bullet path.

Through underlying tissue. Left posterior thigh.

X-ray shows a hint of a scrape against the femur before it exited.

Only sign of one?

Yeah, large cal. I could take a guess at the gauge.

I already know it.

Bullet wound through her left thigh.

It was hidden by the other injuries.

So it wasn't just coyotes she was running from.

Maybe, maybe not.

Unless you got coyotes with rifles wandering around out here.

The ricochet scar on this rock...

from an errant shot maybe.

Or maybe Jane Doe had a weapon, dropped it and discharged.

Yeah. Okay, so she shot herself. You really want to go with that theory?

I don't know yet, Ranger Vasquez.

This is not LA. Things happen different out here.

Contact Ballistics in Mariposa. I'll run the bullet by tomorrow.

Okay. And alert wildlife control about the coyote attack?

Yeah, but no details.

Nobody else needs to know what we found.

-Captain Souter is gonna ask me. -Oh, just tell him I was difficult.

Tell him I didn't share any information. He should buy that, right?

One hundred percent.

"Meadowview Real Estate." So you are moving.

Let me know what you find.

Comfortable?

You remember calling me last night?

Oh, you mean my courtesy reminder of the upcoming celestial event?

Yeah, you're welcome.

I haven't seen her before.

Ah, she's new, up from LA.

Exhausted your supply of veteran rangers?

Ha! Had to run out eventually.

I mean, at some point, Kyle, you just have to commit.

Coffee?

I've made that mistake before.

So you drive all the way out here to scold me for one late night call,

or did your husband send you?

Scott's very understanding.

Lawyers are never understanding. They like to argue too much.

Maybe. Scott's a dentist.

You know he's a dentist

because he capped your broken tooth last year.

Young girl died in the park.

I heard.

Fell off the summit?

I'm not sure it's as easy as that.

Want to run one of your hunches by me?

I used to be good at it, remember?

Is he a good father? Scott?

Of course he is.

You've seen him with the kids.

Should I be worried about you, Kyle?

The young girl, uh...

she had a... a tattoo made of gold.

Oh yeah?

You don't see that every day.

Yeah. Still trying to ID her.

You will.

How happy are you?

Oh God, Kyle.

Uh...

I don't know.

As happy as I can be, I guess.

You're right.

I'll probably ID her soon.

Yeah.

Were you good for Mrs. Herrara?

Her house smells bad.

She likes to cook funny things.

So what'd you do all day?

Did you make up a new story to tell me?

I forgot.

You can't forget.

I wait all day to hear your stories.

What's that?

It's me.

What I did today.

I rode a horse.

Is it real?

-It was too real. -Can I ride it?

Maybe sometime, but not for a while.

My bottom's too sore.

Give me a toddler massage. Make it better.

Ooh!

I hate horses.

Easy.

Ah! You're so mean.

Come here, you.

Come here.

He's always spent most of his time inside his own head,

but you know that better than me.

This was different.

I'm used to him not saying much, but...

it was almost like he wanted to tell me something,

but he couldn't.

I'll keep an eye on him.

And let's hope it's just Kyle being Kyle.

That's a scary thought.

Thanks, Paul.

How's Mary doing?

Yeah, hanging in there. Uh...

Our Kate... has had another relapse,

got herself into trouble again. So...

Little Sadie is back with us.

I'm sorry to hear that about Kate.

Yeah, hopefully she'll figure it out this time.

I love being a grandpa, but, uh...

I'm too old to raise another one, let me tell you that.

Well, please tell Mary to call me if she needs anything.

Will do.

And you are coming to our anniversary party, right?

Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it.

Okay, great.

All right, I'll see you then.

Bye.

Hey, don't poke the cake.

It's your father's birthday.

You could act a little happy about helping out.

He doesn't even like cake.

Yeah, he does. Everybody likes cake.

Why do you think she drew them?

I'm not sure yet.

Must have been important to her, though.

Maybe it was just her favorite thing to draw.

Look, it's me, you, and Mommy,

the way it used to be.

I like it.

Who did this?

Maybe Mommy?

It was a 4-week summer program, ran from 2008 to 2011.

They gave these to all the employees and attendees.

So, like, 100 a year for three or four years,

over a decade ago.

Stuff like this gets passed around, thrown away, picked up.

Yeah, well, it gives us a trail to go down.

So what would be the next move for a cop down in LA?

Hang on. Are you saying I might have something to offer this investigation?

Okay, well, first thing I'd do is pull up Park files,

try to find a list of names from the camp.

Kids and counselors.

Then cross-check for connections to any current employees.

Full and part-time. And also focus on possible Native American connections.

Off those carvings in that shack?

This was just you testing me to see if I had any idea what I was doing.

-Let me know if you find something. -Probably gonna be nothing.

Probably.

And my ass is still killing me!

♪ You can run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Sooner or later, God'll cut you down ♪

♪ Go tell that long-tongue liar ♪

♪ Go and tell that midnight rider... ♪

Hey, Chief.

You and your trusty steed off to do some fishing?

I see why you're in law enforcement.

Got a real keen eye there.

If that's the case, I'll need to see your license.

Don't have one.

White man took it when he stole my land, killed my people.

Wow, that was a while ago. Probably expired by now.

Good sun for the trout to be biting.

Yeah, if the clouds hold off.

You wanna tag along?

No, I can't.

I'm looking into this girl that went off El Capitan.

You heard anything about that?

Just that another tourist got too close to the edge.

Yeah, I'm not sure yet.

Maybe the Spirit Po-ho-no told her it was her time

and called her off the cliff.

If you heard that's how it happened, let me know so I can stop looking.

Hey, I caught a nice big rainbow a couple of weeks back.

There's a hole off the South Bay dock where they like to hang.

Yeah, I saw you there one night.

I didn't see a rod, though.

Oh, I like to catch 'em with my bare hands,

just like the First People.

Maybe I'll bring you a real fish later, Marshal.

Hey, you. You're supposed to be asleep.

I woke up.

I see that.

What are you doing?

Just a little bit of work.

What kind of work?

Looking for someone.

Who you looking for?

Not sure yet.

That makes it harder.

Yes, it does.

What does it say?

What does the message say?

Nothing. You want to go read a story?

Yeah.

Okay, go pick a book.

Dad! Come on, it's time.

The stars! Let's go.

I see them.

And it's like all of them, all at the same time.

My cheeks hurt now from smiling.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm just finishing up.

Come back with us. I'll help you later.

Okay, be right there.

Seventy falling stars every hour?

That's what the experts say.

That's a lot of wishes.

I told your mom the same thing.

There's one!

Same deal as always?

First one to 20 gets to make one big wish.

Paps, you want to watch the stars with me and Grandma?

Sure, I do.

I know her.

Who's he?

Oh.

That is my godson.

His name is Caleb.

I don't believe that you ever met him.

What will you wish for?

Same thing I always wish for.

Maybe I'll let you win, then.

How come I didn't meet him?

He passed away several years ago, I'm afraid.

Hey, thought I'd save you another trip to the South Bay Dock.

You can cook these up for me later.

I like them sautéed with a little garlic.

Like they do at Red Lobster.

The sky is really talking tonight.

What's it saying?

That death has come again to my people's lands.

That bodies will fall like the stars.

Boy, I hope your sky's wrong.

The sky doesn't care what you hope.