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Kayce, meet my marshals.

Andrea, Miles, Belle.

Welcome to the U.S. Marshals.

Got eyes on
a possible triggerman.

Black bag.

Stay with me.

Get me that bomber.

It's okay. All right?
You're okay now.

Duttons are born with
dysfunction in their blood.

I'm changing paths.

Try to find a new beginning
for me and Tate.

That bangtail needs to blow off
some steam on the range.

Would you rather spend the day
chasing him or fishing?

Catching more trout
than you's my priority.

Beating you to the river's mine.

Game on.

Gonna be hard to reel in all
them fish with just your hands.

I got another one.

Want me to pick a fly for you?

I'm just scaring 'em
down to you, son.

Brings back memories.

Was a good day.

What about tomorrow?

Ready to kick doors
as a marshal?

Probably be quiet.

Just paperwork
and new guy nonsense.

Yeah.

You sure you're ready
for this change?

A new start will
do us both good.

But who's gonna look over
East Camp with you working?

Rip found some hands till I can
find a more permanent solution.

That means tomorrow's
your new beginning, too.

Good.

Though after a day like this,

kind of wish
time could stand still.

So, I'm working over
this HVT when Double G,

he walks back into the room,

dressed in the clothes of the
Talimonster we just schwacked...

hat, pajamas, the whole getup.

Eighteen for the round.

How can you identify
a Navy SEAL?

Oh, he'll tell you.

Oh.

I'm sensing neither of us
will sleep tonight.

Only question is,
will it be at my place or yours?

Yeah, a girl loves
to have options.

Oh, yeah?

Like should I spray you

or...

stab you?

Little hostile in here tonight.

Especially the bartender.

She's knives out for Cal.

Her name's Maddie,

and you're talking
out of your ass.

Pardon, ma'am.

May I buy you a drink?

Make up for my friend's
two left feet?

"Ma'am"? My abuela's a ma'am.

No! Thank you.

His ten-gallon hat
went limp quick.

I mean, wouldn't kill you
to broaden your horizons.

Come on,
find some companionship.

Is that why you have
your war buddy joining the team?

No, look, I brought Kayce in

for the same reason
I brought both of you on, okay?

To sharpen the tip of the spear.

Spear's pretty lethal already.

When I go into battle,

I need teammates
who have the fight.

Whether it's a tenacious
man hunter from the Bronx,

or a former rez cop
with fire in his belly.

We just want to make sure
your shared past

isn't stepping on our toes
in the present.

New team, new dynamic.

Drink to that.

Bringing the smoke today.

- Leaving you behind in it.
- Mm-hmm. Watch this.

Damn.

Bold move, embarrassing
the boss on the first day.

Double or nothing?

Hell no.

I'm still paying off loans
from all the money

you took off of me
in Afghanistan.

This some sort of entry exam?

No, just seeing
how the lone wolf is feeling

joining a new pack.

Fitting in's never been
my strong suit.

Well, I know
moving forward isn't easy,

but getting back into the fire's
gonna do you right.

Well, then I'll get comfortable
being uncomfortable.

All right.

Let your training day begin.

Reloading mags,

armory inventory, gear cleaning.

How else
did you guys initiate me?

Come on,
we got to break in the FNG.

You know, why don't we just
welcome Kayce as one of us?

I mean,
if hunting down those bombers

didn't initiate him, what will?

You non-natives have
no appreciation for tradition.

Hey.

Since we've, uh,
all been shot at together,

let's just skip the formalities.

Uh...

I'm glad to join this outfit.

See if you say that

after drinking
through a fire hose today.

Yeah, tread lightly, Miles.

Okay? Kayce's reasonable
till he isn't.

I'd ease him in.
I got to talk to Harry.

Well, tour's pretty simple.

Heads are in there.

Unisex.
It's real intimate.

Cal built this team
to model after his SEAL unit,

but he failed to account
for certain differences,

like teammates
with two X chromosomes.

We're a "toilet seat stays down"
unit.

Belle runs a tight ship.

Appreciate the intel.

These are the cages.

Huh. You waiting to move in?

Oh. There's no use decorating
since I'm only passing through.

These mags need reloading.

So I'll do that
as you continue the tour.

Easy day.

Feels like another meeting

that could've been an email,
Marshal Gifford.

Deputizing Dutton is one thing,

but making him a member
of the team?

Kayce turns us
into the elite unit

that you envisioned when
you just stood this team up.

Yeah, but you got
the wrong pig by the tail.

A Dutton wearing the marshal
star, it just doesn't sit right.

He knows the area,
he knows the people,

where the bodies are buried,
and not to mention,

he's equipped to run any kind
of op this team will face.

But you don't find it odd

that he's jumping back
into law enforcement

when the two biggest cold cases
in the state

are his father's death
and his brother's disappearance?

It's just a coincidence.

There's no such thing
as a coincidence

with the Duttons.

Excuse me.

Deputy Marshal Calvin,
we have something.

Please.

Ops and investigations
run out of here.

- Y'all been busy.
- Yeah,

hunting dirtbags is
our bread and butter.

We connect
to the fusion center here.

Maintaining two-way intelligence
and information flow is critical

to our mission.

- Right.
- Don't worry,

you're here to be a gunslinger,
not a pencil pusher.

These are our techs, analysts,

as well as our liaisons
that work with local,

state and federal
law enforcement.

The lack of infrastructure
forces us to wear many hats.

Especially now that we got
a trouble magnet on board.

Fireplace is subtle.

Compound used to be an old mill.

Cal kept the blast furnace
as a reminder

that this unit
was forged in the fire.

Okay, everybody, listen up.

CI phoned in a hit
on a fugitive, Raul Garza.

He's a member of the 406 Royals
with federal warrants.

- Where's he at?
- Belgrade trailer park.

People there got
nothing to lose.

Usually put up
the biggest fight.

Always takes us
to the best places.

Jock up.

So much for easing you in.

Informant says Garza's car
hasn't moved since last night.

What's he doing here?
This isn't Royals's turf.

Royals blew up 18th Street
Mafia's stash house last month.

Could be expanding
their footprint.

Or maybe Garza's just
sampling the local product.

'Cause meth runs rampant
out here.

How many suspects on target?

It's unknown, but hopefully
they're still sleeping

or down hard on a bender.

- Thinking door-knock entry?
- No.

We're gonna roll Garza
before his eyes even open, okay?

Fast and heavy.

Want me in the stack?

Training wheels are on.

You gonna take squirter patrol.

Miles, Andrea, you're on me.

Belle,
you're outside with Kayce.

I'd prefer team entry.

Go slow
after taking that round, okay?

You don't know what baggage
you're carrying downrange.

That's exactly why I got
to get punched in the face

and find out.

- Come on.
- We can swap.

I'll watch Dutton.

Yeah, okay.

Let's move out.

Little eager to jump
out of the stack.

First kill weighing on you?

He's in the ground,
not in my head.

Uh-huh.

U.S. Marshals.

Seems like we missed
one hell of a party.

Suspects apprehended.

Good copy.

He was in for a world of hurt
if he made it to me.

Eyes up.

We're in Montana,
not a war zone.

Old habits.

I thought Garza was

gonna alligator-roll you, Cal.

I handled my business,
just like the rest of you.

It was a flawless op.

Nearly flawless.

Popped a damn button
taking that perp down.

Aw, I'll be sure
to note your shirt

as a casualty
in the after action.

Yeah, it's just
like old times, huh?

Kicking doors
and rolling up dirtbags.

Except back then
I was on your six,

not on the sidelines.

Excuse me.

Tats on the guy
we collared with Garza mark him

as a member of
the Aryan Brethren of Idaho.

And the pills he was holding
were fentanyl.

White nationalist and Latin
gang leader make an odd couple.

Well, drugs are
a hell of a unifier.

Oh.

Hey, I got a situation
on the ranch.

You mind if I go deal with it?

Aw, you didn't get
to kick doors,

so you're taking your ball
and going home?

Hey, let the DEA know
about the fentanyl,

and send Garza and the Aryan
upstate to Helena, okay?

I'm rolling with Kayce.

That's all right.
I can take care of it on my own.

Team needs to learn
that one is none.

All right.

See y'all.

What business do the Aryans have
with the Royals?

Well, Aryans were on my radar
at ATF.

Group of them
were behind the plot

to kidnap the governor of Idaho.

Cal told us to ship 'em out.

We're here to wage
a war on violence,

not just roll up foot soldiers.

Little digging can't hurt.

That stallion
broke clean through.

From manhunting
to horse hunting.

Is that the kind of callout
you'd do, like, as a cow cop?

You may joke, but that horse
on the loose is a grenade

with the pin pulled.

That's not a horse.

That's anger with legs.

Yeah.

And something tells me
he's not gonna go easy.

I don't know your plan,

but I don't think I can be
your QRF on this, pal.

Plan?

I'm making this up as I go.

Hyah!

Whoo!

Kayce Dutton.

U.S. Marshal Harry Gifford.

Makes me your boss.

It feels like I'm working
for everybody today.

While you two were out
gallivanting,

Andrea made a hell
of a discovery.

There's a fentanyl deal
going down today

between the Aryans
and the 406 Royals.

- How'd you put that together?
- The Aryan,

Lenny Nelson, two-time loser,

he came to Bozeman to let
the Royals test the fentanyl.

Well, they're gonna
call off that deal

as soon as they realize
they're MIA.

Well, Nelson says
he and Garza were just meeting

to test the product,

and after they signed off,
they let themselves enjoy

a long weekend
consuming products.

And Garza,
he backed all that up?

Well, he wasn't as charmed
by Deputy Cruz as Nelson.

Now, the DEA can't spin up
in time to get here,

so we're on agent assist.

FBI chatter says the Aryans are

- plotting something big.
- Yeah,

selling the fentanyl's probably
gonna be how they finance it.

Well, this unit was designed
for big game hunting,

and the Aryan Brethren would be
quite the trophy on my wall.

We have the muscle for that?

Well, Cal sold you as the last
piece to his dream team.

Prime chance for you
to back those big words up.

Okay, so where's
the deal going down?

Just over the Wyoming border,
place called the Zone of Death.

I don't know,
apparently it got its name

because there's no citizens,
no law enforcement,

no judges or juries, so there's
no way to prosecute crimes.

The local legend has it,
been a dumping ground

for the region's
most depraved criminals.

There's no way that's real.

Well, the Duttons, they've
been here for over a century.

This tale get passed down
through generations?

No, it's the first
I'm hearing of it.

Surveillance cameras and gear.

Range finder, too.

I need all the eyes I can get
watching my back.

What's got this SEAL
in his feels?

You undermining me with Harry.

I was finding a fight to pick,
like you hired me to do.

I'm still sore
from our last ride.

- Are the horses my punishment?
- No.

Just the best way to keep a low
profile in the Zone of Death.

Well, taking down a deal
between two dangerous gangs

doesn't exactly scream
low profile.

That's why we're only
busting the Aryans.

And let the Royals walk?

They distribute meth to the rez.

Push that fentanyl
onto Broken Rock,

it'll spread like wildfire.

Don't worry, okay?
We're gonna track

and ID 'em
for the DEA to sweep up.

The Aryans
are planning an attack.

They take priority.

Excuse me.

Braxton.

Oh. Hey, hi.

Got to hand it to her.

I never saw my dad
when he was on duty.

Yeah, found the balance
that eludes most of us.

She's a remarkable woman.

As a mother.

Mm-hmm.

I was hoping to have a word.

Sir.

You Duttons always had
a soft spot for public service.

Livestock Commission,
attorney general, governor.

Just doing our part.

Yeah, but for whom?

Seems to me it was always
in service to your family

or Yellowstone Ranch

or... some form of vengeance.

Well, Yellowstone's gone,
same for most of my family.

And as for vengeance,
day's still young.

You got a sharp tongue,
just like your father.

We had history, you know.

Yeah, he used to talk
about that a lot.

Really?

No.

Huh.

It was nice of your husband
and kid to drop by.

It was inappropriate
during work hours.

It won't happen again.

Are you kidding?

If my family could have swung by
when I was deployed,

I might still have one.

This job keeps me around
a lot more

than working undercover
with ATF did.

They're just adjusting
to the new norm.

Hmm.

Well, I admire
you prioritizing your family.

Takes a lot more discipline
than I had, so...

You don't think
your husband stopped by

'cause he's worried
you took that round, though?

I let him clean teeth,
he lets me fight crime.

You didn't tell him, did you?

You know,
building walls shuts out

the people that you care about.

They're not walls.

They're shields.

Zone of Death my ass.

There's nothing out here.

That's kind of the point.

Awful quiet, cowboy.

Foot's been banging
like a powwow drum

since we left Bozeman.

You worried?

Tip of the spear goes
where it's pointed.

Even if it's the last place
you want to be.

So you do know this place?

Op just has a lot of unknowns.

Probably got enough of those
in your life.

Do you really not know
where your brother Jamie is?

At least when my dad got killed,
we knew he was gone.

Gave us closure.

Family history like yours...

I'm sure it's hard
to turn the page.

Rough spot for a takedown.

Spotty comms, y'all.

Rough terrain, wild animals,

and two violent gangs, so
everybody's got to be dialed in.

Trackers are prepped
for the Royals's vehicles.

Better work
so the DEA can hunt 'em down.

All right, Belle,
handle the trackers with Miles.

Andrea and I,
we're gonna run surveillance

from that rock outcrop
over there.

And, Kayce, you just
watch Belle and Miles' six.

This'll work for overwatch.

Interdicting the Aryans
on horses is a tall order.

That's exactly why we're gonna
hit 'em after the deal

when their guard's down, okay?

Kayce, you copy?

Plan the dive, dive the plan.

Uh...

Something reflecting
across that ravine.

Lot of junk over there.

Burial ground's
more than just a rumor.

It's almost drop time.

Ghosts in the ravine,
they do not concern us.

Move into position.
Let's go.

Come on, move into position.
Let's go, y'all.

Three trucks inbound.

Tinted windows.

Okay, Belle, targets incoming.

Good copy.

I got eyes on two SUVs
coming from the east.

Aryans.

Belle,
Royals are in the pickups.

Roger that.

Moving into position.

Got 11 suspects on the ground.

Yeah.

Kayce,
something's about to pop off.

Everybody's carrying,

but nobody seems ready
to go hot.

Fentanyl's been handed over.

Yeah. Where's the cash?

Money exchange should not be
this complicated.

Belle, you're clear
to move in position.

You got to get
that tracker live, Belle.

Good copy.

All clear, Belle.

The hell are they looking at?

Can't ID.

Belle, you got company.
Take cover.

Belle, beat feet.

Bandit's camped out
on Belle's pos.

The vehicle's blocking my angle.

Miles, move up to cover Belle.

Moving.

Got an issue.

- Over.
- Miles, are you in position?

I say again, Miles,
are you in position?

Belle's just hanging out
in the wind.

We got to get down there.

Okay, Miles, sitrep. Over.

Cal, that Royal's
right on top of Miles.

Whole point was to avoid
getting into a gunfight.

Andrea's right.
We got to hold on what we got.

If we don't move,
it's Roner all over.

Okay, don't engage
unless you have to.

The hell was that?

Are you kidding me?
That's a bomb.

Aryans aren't
planning an attack.

They're about to execute one.

Hold fire.

Bomb could kill everyone
on the ground.

And now it's in the wind.

There's a massive bomb
on the loose,

and I can't even get a signal.

Decision to bring horses
isn't helping.

Kayce, the lead Aryan SUV
is carrying a bomb.

I need you to interdict.

Roger that.

I need you to lock in, okay?

Breathe, aim low and squeeze.

Otherwise Belle's dead.

- All right?
- Yeah.

- Cover me.
- All right.

Okay, cover Belle.
I'm moving down, all right?

Belle, coming to you.

Belle, I'm almost to your pos.

Okay, flank 'em.
Get Belle back into this fight.

Could use Kayce's gun right now.

You shoot, I move.

I shoot, you move.
Let's go. Come on.

Belle,

two Royals are moving on you.

Got to speed this up, man.

Or slow 'em down.

Yeah. Flash-bang's a good idea.

Okay, I'm gonna move to cover.

You bump up and toss.
Let's go. Come on.

Okay.

Miles, cover them.
I'm taking right.

On the ground!

U.S. Marshals. Don't move.

On the ground!
Hands behind your back!

Cover.

Hey, guys.

Where's Kayce?

- I'm dying.
- No. You're already dead.

Even if you were worth saving,
there's no help here.

It's gonna be slow,
and it's gonna be painful.

Please. Doesn't have to be.

Fentanyl didn't
make it to Bozeman,

and the bomb didn't make it

to the federal courthouse
in Idaho.

Well, Idaho State Police
picked the remaining Aryans up.

One said they were planning
on moving the bomb

straight to target.

You earned your marshal money
today, Kayce.

Guess the training wheels
are off.

Odd thing, though.

There were five Aryans
on target.

But three were arrested,
one killed in the SUV.

What happened to the fifth one?

Zone of Death, I guess.

Hmm.

Time to baptize Kayce.

Tradition.

Nonalcoholic, in your case.

Ooh. Good thing,

considering what he's capable of

- sober.
- Hey.

To Kayce.

New guy no more.

Cheers.

- Go. Come on. Go.
- Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go. Come on.

Come on now.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Go, go, go, go, go.

Yeah!

Now we're talking. Let's go!

Yeah.

My conquering heroes.

FBI, ATF and Homeland Security
are licking my boots

over this win.

Thwarting
a domestic terrorist attack.

Can your wall fit
a big game trophy that size?

Should ease any doubts
you have about Kayce,

'cause he won us
the victory today.

Oh, giving cred to the guy

who overruled you
on the battlefield.

Dutton was insubordinate?
There's a surprise.

Best idea wins on my team.

Did Kayce run roughshod
over Cal?

No, he was quiet
before things got kinetic.

Like he had something
on his mind.

- His own agenda, perhaps?
- I don't know,

but when I brought up
his brother, he got spooked.

Kayce doesn't spook.

Maybe he does
when he's hiding something.

Like what?

Like keeping us off the scent
of his fugitive brother?

If he joined this unit
for some nefarious reasons,

I'm not gonna let him
get away with it.

Who's doing the after action?

I'll do it.

You're right.

The guy I killed is
still in my head.

I know
I'm the real new guy here.

I wish I could be
the new guy again.

I didn't freeze up out there.

My people think killing
a rattler's a transgression,

a bad omen even.

Hmm.

There's always gonna be a snake.

You can't reason with it
or hope it'll back down.

You got to be
more dangerous than it is,

or this job may not be for you,
and that's okay.

Thought our six plate battle
was gonna be

the most intense action today.

What was that about us
not being in a war zone?

Back in the Teams,
I-I could always count on you

being dialed in downrange.

You seemed a little bit
out of it when we got on target.

Yeah.

Just grappling
with some skeletons

I'm trying to keep
in my family's closet.

Kind of hard to operate when
you got ghosts hanging over you,

and there was definitely one
on the op.

Roner?

Bringing him up like that,
it's just...

a cheap shot.

Wasn't a cheap shot,
it was a targeted one.

And it kept history
from repeating itself.

Well, I guess
the Duttons don't have

a monopoly on skeletons, right?

One second you're backing me.

The next,
Kayce's calling the shots.

Wouldn't be sitting here
if Kayce hadn't taken action.

No, that is not my issue.

Your war buddy manipulating you
in the heat of battle is.

What does "Roner" mean, anyway?

Why don't we focus on
your shoddy intel instead, hmm?

World would look
a whole lot different right now

if I hadn't uncovered that deal.

So those attaboys you got
from Gifford and gave to Kayce?

- They should've been for me.
- Oh, I see.

Gifford's your ticket
back to your old team,

and you're just upset
'cause you didn't get

the credit you deserve.

Is that... is that how it works?

This is compliments
of the cowboy.

He says, "Sorry, ma'am."

He's a glutton for punishment.

Want to hear
some more SEAL stories?

No, I'm going.

You're a brave man
coming back for more.

Cowboy worth his salt
gets right back on the horse,

especially when chasing
something as hell-fired as you.

I can't promise
I won't buck again.

I'm counting on it.

Who knew
playing Cupid would have you

like a pig in slop?

This chair's empty
if you've got a minute to chat.

I'd like to share more than
just war stories with you.

You want more than a minute.

But I don't have that to give.

Hey.

Thought you'd, uh,
be prioritizing your family.

And expose them to what
I'm carrying away from today?

You know, when I was operating,

the battlefield was thousands
of miles from home.

Gave me a chance to...

shed some of the toxins of war.

Yeah, buffer zone sounds
real nice right about now.

This job,

we got to find a way
to let go of the fight,

or the people we care about
let go of us.

So you're saying
drinking with you

is in the best interest
of my family?

If it'll get you to stay.

Yes.

Where you been?

Reinforcing the corrals.

The more things change...

How'd it go today?

Yeah, Yellowstone might be gone,

but there's still
some land mines left behind.

How about you?

I don't know.

I didn't find my new beginning.

It'll find you.

When?

When you're ready.

I went and saw
Grandpa Long today.

He wants us to honor Mom
at the remembrance ceremony

next month.

Sure.

Asked about borrowing
her favorite necklace.

Any idea where it is?

I'll look tomorrow.

Spent too much time worrying
about buried treasure today.