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You pushed me in the cave. JP pushed you. I was only gonna keep you down

there long enough to scare you into leaving.

I feel like I don't even know you anymore.

I hardly recognize myself.

I don't want to pretend that what happened didn't happen.

I'm not good with feelings.

Zoe told me to do the exact opposite of what I'm about to do. Jesse.

Anna, I only want to be with you.

I love you.

Ah!

I had no idea that you and Jesse had gotten so serious.

Neither did I.

Or maybe I didn't want to think too deeply about it.

You still at work?

No, I'm getting ready to go out.

Why is he asking now? Did something happen?

I slept with Frederick.

What?

Does Jesse know? Is that why he's asking?

No.

But he told me he's not seeing anyone else, and now I feel like a jerk.

Were you guys exclusive?

No.

Well, Anna, you can't be expected to follow rules that haven't been set out.

So, Frederick, hmm?

How was that?

Not the point.

Okay, fine.

What is the point?

Things were much simpler when I was going from park to park.

People understood that my life was visitors only. I'm a cat who walks

alone. Not to poke a hole in your identity theory, but when you were with

Zach, you were a happy house cat. You are capable of building lasting

relationships, Anna.

Maybe.

Well, it's up to you.

Maybe you are a cat that walks alone, or maybe you're just a scaredy cat.

Ever think of that?

Nature has already decided how we'll bond.

Bald eagles, swans, and beavers mate for life.

Cats are more serial daters than lifelong sweethearts.

Humans, we're still figuring it out.

Can you help me flip him over?

Oh.

Creepy smile.

Yeah.

Doesn't look happy.

More normal.

Okay.

No trauma.

Or signs of a struggle. No bruising. His clothes aren't torn.

His fingernails are clean.

He's got no cement blocks on his feet.

Think he drowned?

Not with that expression.

Can you go check on Jesse? Me?

What could you do?

I'm dealing with a body. He's your boyfriend. He's not my boyfriend.

Could you just... Yes, ma'am.

You okay?

First step body?

Yeah.

Yeah. My dad was a ranger. I saw my first step body on. Take your kid to

work day.

I've never seen Anna at work before.

She seems so comfortable.

Yeah, it's harder for other law enforcement to get into the backwoods,

so we're trained to deal with bodies and crime scenes and stuff.

Anna's really good at it, though.

Hey, you think the dead fish and the body are connected?

Maybe.

I'll come back to collect some water samples after we take the body to the

ME. Some rock sediments, too.

Rocks can tell you a lot.

What, are you a scientist now?

I'm going to see credits short for my geology degree from Montana State.

dropped out once I realized most of the geology jobs are in the extraction

industry.

So I'm almost a scientist.

Hmm.

Hidden depths.

Hidden depths.

I've got to talk on woodpeckers in a second, but maybe I'll catch you after

on your break.

We could peck at some trees.

Oh, Manny, welcome back.

Hey, thanks for having me.

Where's Jeff? He's around here somewhere.

Okay, I'm running late. I have like 20 hikers waiting for me at the trailhead.

Do you mind giving him this?

I'll make sure he gets it.

Bye.

Hey.

Hey. You're back.

I gotta go. I'm running late.

Who's the body?

I don't know yet. He didn't have an ID on him. Gotta hear back from forensics,

but he had this...

birthmark on his forehead. It's like a star.

So I'm hoping that'll help me figure out who he is. What?

Let me see.

That's Buck Boone.

How did he die?

I don't know. Are you okay? Did you know him?

Everyone knew him around here.

It's Maeve Boone's son.

Maeve Boone the photographer?

You should tell Jeff.

Maeve is gonna be beside herself in her exhibit.

She's about to have a retrospective in the park. Why in the park?

She's a big supporter.

Maeve mentioned since she announced her exhibit, she's been getting death

threats. Did she report them?

But she lives across the river from the park.

It's Guthrie's territory.

Well, the body was found in the park, so...

It's our case, and those threats might be related.

Anna.

Your son meant everything to her, and she's been very, very good to us.

So just... be gentle.

I'm gentle.

Everything okay?

Obviously. This is my house.

What are you doing here?

Unless, uh, are you hoping to join?

What do you think, Lou?

He drowned.

Um, I need the autopsy report to confirm the cause of death.

I had a bad feeling all morning. I couldn't shake.

Usually sex and wine do the trick, but not today.

I've tried those tricks a few times myself.

Maybe more than a few.

My husband died four years ago.

I was also a young widow.

My daughter's father died when I was your age.

He was a great love.

And him?

Oh, he's a great lay.

and a great friend who takes very good care of me.

This was supposed to be a retrospective of my life.

Now, that is the first picture of Buck.

You could say that he instigated my rebellion.

Against what?

Being a fallen woman, I guess.

I was, uh, 16 when I got pregnant.

and was sent away to visit an aunt.

Code for maternity home.

Yeah. And I had my baby there.

And they ripped him out of my arms and took him away.

But there was one nun who was kind to me, and she gave me that picture.

Your inspiration for the Buck Boone series.

Yeah, it was a defining moment of my life, of my work.

Maternity homes have been stealing babies since World War II. I lost Buck

in 1970.

It was high time someone exposed it.

That goes in that file there.

How did you and Buck get reunited?

When he was a teenager, he took a school trip to the MoMA, and he saw my

photographs. He recognized his birthmark.

And he found me.

I documented that, too. You know, I made a lot of other art, but nothing was ever

as successful as the Buck series.

Sorry to interrupt, but she's on a schedule, and I'm as punctual as a Swiss

watch. Oh, Lou.

Maeve, you can't drink on your medication.

I'm as dramatic as an Italian opera.

Did she tell you that she's been getting death threats since we announced the

retrospective? You know, people despise a woman who's... unashamed of her

sexuality.

But these feel different.

I can ask the sheriff department to have a car put outside if you'd like.

I'm not gonna give up my privacy and my independence because I've ruffled a few

feathers.

Darling, let me just enjoy what's left of my life.

My own way.

What's left?

I'm dying.

Restrictive cardiomyopathy.

My heart has apparently had enough.

But only my family knows, not the fans, and I would like to keep it that way.

I can point you to the cabin. That's where Buck was staying.

So Maeve can rest.

You need to let yourself grieve.

Hey, did you find the death threats?

Yeah, I had to take a deep dive into the dark side.

Listen to this.

Someone should have killed you by now. Die feminazi, attention whore. Stop

where I'm gonna make you. Oh, my God.

What is wrong with people?

They're scared.

You think someone might have taken it out on Buck?

Well, he was a big part of her work, so...

Or maybe Buck had a dark side of his own.

I found a note in his room that said it's become too unbearable. Forgive me.

Sounds pretty definitive.

Pretty hard to drown yourself.

He had some water in his lungs, but that's not what killed him.

He ingested a plant-based neurotoxin. The hemlock death grin. Yeah.

It's a muscle contraction.

We call it the rictus grin.

But I found these plants in his room.

The hemlock grows in and around the park, and it looks like Queen Anne's

lace except for the purple spots on the stem.

That little flower causes muscle paralysis before it shuts down your

organs.

Tax report will confirm.

There was a mortar and a glass in his room. He could have ground those flowers

and drunk it.

I guess this is a suicide.

It's okay.

You okay?

I'm okay. She's not okay.

I'm gonna send you videos of sloths every hour on the hour.

Thank you.

Christina's the best.

Yeah, she is the best.

I can't go in there, though.

What? Why not?

Well, the thing is, I have a strict don't date where you eat policy.

I don't want to have to move parks if something goes wrong, you know?

Zoe told me that Buck left a note.

Can I read it?

Yeah.

I really didn't see him as suicidal.

People hide it well.

He was going through a divorce, but it was refreshingly amicable.

He was excited about his writing and... It just seemed unbearable. Like, that

doesn't even sound like him. Sounds like you knew him pretty well.

I had writing class with Buck.

What were you writing?

Songs. I always wanted to pursue music, but life got in the way.

Next thing I know, I'm 40 and a dispatcher. I really thought I had time.

So did Buck.

I don't think Buck... killed himself.

Promise me you'll find out what really happened to him.

Can you think of someone that would want to hurt him?

No.

Other than Danielle.

Who's Danielle?

His sister.

She was not a fan.

Hey.

Hey. I just want to call you.

Did you find Danielle?

I did, but she's at the spa, and she's not leaving.

Ever? Well, she's booked for the weekend.

All right. Well, I guess we'll go talk to her at the spa.

I can't.

I'm going to go collect samples up in the river, and Jesse's going to meet me

there. Jesse? Why?

He studied geology in college, and he's got a friend who can process the samples

way faster than our system.

Well, I didn't know Jesse was a geologist.

Learn something new every day.

Have fun at the spa.

We have a strict dress rule.

You can't enter without a bathing suit.

Okay. Can you call a guest to come out? Only if it's an emergency.

It is. I'm law enforcement.

Do you have a warrant?

Okay. I will buy one of your bathing suits.

Those are $300.

What?

We do have disposable paper suits.

Danielle Boone?

I'm Anna Pigeon. I'm a park ranger.

Couldn't wait till I was done here.

No, you couldn't.

I need to talk to you about your brother's passing.

If you're judging me for being at the spa, we all grieve in our own ways, you

know? Look, I'll be quick. I just need to ask you.

I hate this place.

It's, uh... Ooh, it's hot. It's hot.

What are you wearing?

Um, I just need to ask you a few questions about your brother, Al Jenner.

I have no idea why he killed himself.

He had everything.

What do you mean by everything?

He was the youth's favorite. You know, I'm not an attention whore, but...

I wouldn't like to have been in one form of attention whore. That's an

interesting term to use. You know, someone else used that exact same term,

sending a death threat to your mom.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

Did you kill your brother?

I only wanted to stop her exhibit.

I only set those death threats to scare her.

That seems extreme.

It was like a knife in my heart every time they were seen, okay? It just

reminded me how irrelevant I was to her.

You know what?

I would have done anything for her to photograph me.

Including killing your brother?

I actually loved my brother.

And I never hurt him or my mom, because I'm not psycho.

But it bothers you that all her work was about Buck. Yeah, it bothers me.

I didn't blame him.

I know about your mom's heart condition.

What about her will?

She said it would be 50-50.

Okay, even so, if something were to happen to Buck... If you're saying that

I killed Buck to get his share, if that's what you're insinuating, you know

who could really stand to inherit his share? It's Lou.

He's been worming his way into Mom's life for years now.

He seems to really love her.

There's no way that Lou's putting up with all her drama for love.

I always come fishing here, but I never see any dead fish.

It's weird.

Hey, Zoe.

Thanks for letting me come with you.

Yeah, thanks for getting your lab friend to process the samples.

And I noticed you were looking a little lonely, so I'm guessing you didn't take

my advice on lying low.

I asked her to move in with me.

Dude!

Big mistake.

Told you.

Man, I'm so glad I took a break from relationships.

Focused on my career.

I don't need that drama.

What was the drama?

Like, guys like Pick are like super dumb, crazy cowboys.

And that's what I liked about them in the beginning.

Until it turns into a problem.

The problem is I like her.

Well, look.

Anna's from...

a different generation they process their feelings differently different now

like gen x they're completely shut down they never cry millennials like anna

they cry in the bathroom gen z we got no shame we'll cry in front of everybody

tell everyone how we're feeling yeah true but not everyone can handle that

like you can't teach a medium old dog new tricks

In here!

What are you doing?

I'm working on a new piece in honor of Buck.

Maeve. Uh, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I don't think Buck took his own

life.

What happened?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

Is Lou in your will?

He's the executor of my estate.

It's his job to protect my legacy.

And Buck's share?

Is it going to Lou?

It's so hard to believe he just loves me.

That's not what I'm saying.

You know how long we've been together?

20 years.

Lou came to me as an aspiring photographer.

Wanted to be my protege.

We became lovers.

Been together ever since.

He never wanted more?

Yeah, he did.

But I told him after my husband died, this is all I have to give. And he

accepted that?

We make each other happy.

That turned out to be enough.

For both of us.

You know, whoever it is that you are thinking about right now, clearly he

means something to you.

Uh...

Hey,

Frida, what was Buck writing?

A book.

I never read it, but it wasn't a secret he was writing it.

Um, what was it about?

I don't know.

He was always writing and researching.

He called it his life's work.

Well, if he was writing, there was nothing in Maeve's cabin.

No laptop, no manuscript, nothing. He did have a locker where we had class.

Show me.

I remember the first day of our writing class.

I got halfway down the hallway before I turned around convinced I was an

imposter. Seriously? You're so good at the talent show.

Yeah, but this is different.

Rapping is more about being tough.

You know, singing is more about being vulnerable.

Ew.

Exactly.

Turned around and ran right into Buck.

He politely told me I was going the wrong way.

I told him I was going for ice cream.

You know what he did?

He skipped class with me.

We had ice cream and talked about writing.

He was so passionate.

So excited.

I told him he should go back to class, and he said he wouldn't have the balls

to go without a friend.

So that's very sweet.

That was Buck.

This is it.

Mark's been cut.

Where are his notebooks?

Looks like someone beat us to it.

Here we go.

There. Can you zoom in?

It's Lou.

He's looking for something.

And it ain't love.

What are you doing?

Hi, Lou.

I see you got Buck's manuscript in your car.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know, I also have security footage of you breaking into his locker, so...

Uh,

this is my friend Anna. Anna, this is Nico.

Hi, Nico.

Cool costume.

I'm a skunk in a play.

Awesome. Hey, did you know a baby skunk is called a kit?

You two related?

He's my dad.

Really?

Nice ring.

Hey, maybe I should ask your wife for that manuscript.

What do you think? That be helpful?

When you go, why don't you wait in the car?

I'm assuming Maeve doesn't know about your family.

No.

I... Just, I didn't want to hurt her.

I love Maeve.

I wanted to marry her.

Start a family.

Could have adopted, but she just wouldn't let me in.

Where were you the evening Buck died?

I was at my son's rehearsal.

I doubt you were there all evening.

You better hope whatever's in this book doesn't make you look guiltier than you

already do.

Break a leg, little kid.

Lou has a secret family? He sure does.

Maeve knew about that? It would crush her.

But why would Lou steal Buck's writing?

Well, it isn't a novel.

So what is it, then? I mean, I'm just skimming it, but it seems to be a

detailed account of his life. It's a memoir.

So Lou stole this to protect his secret.

And keep his chances of controlling Maeve's art before she dies.

Hey, I'm a nonfiction guy.

Pass me a few pages while I put out some fires, yeah?

Here.

Thanks.

Here's this.

Okay.

Well, dead fish aren't gonna bite, so they gotta find a new fishing spot

anyway. Shoot.

Hi.

Manny dropped this off for you yesterday.

Come in. I put it in my pocket and forgot about it.

What is this?

It's a thank you note.

What's wrong?

It says thank you, but it's his resignation letter. He's given two weeks

notice, and then he's, uh... Now he's leaving the park?

Yeah, looks like it.

Wow,

look at you.

And Taryn.

If I'd known you were going to get this jacked, I wouldn't have dumped you.

Well, I got this jacked because you dumped me.

Right.

It's good to see you.

Whiskey Coke?

You remembered.

You know, I didn't expect you to bring lab results in person.

So, what do you got?

Pretty juicy.

Whoa.

That's a pretty high level of sulfuric acid in the water.

Yeah, it's enough to kill the fish and maybe even cause some human damage after

a few years.

Where do you think it's from?

It could be a few things, you know, runoff from a chemical plant, a coal

plant, or a solution mining.

You think if I, uh...

Get you more riverbed sediment. You can narrow it down with any accumulated

heavy metals.

For sure.

Done. Yeah, I'll head back tomorrow.

You really should have finished your degree.

How could I after everything?

Well... I have a proposition for you.

Want to be my field geologist assistant in Arizona?

Me.

That could be fun.

It's a second chance.

I mean, is there anything really keeping you here?

All right.

I hope you guys enjoyed it.

Yeah, we sure did. It was really great.

Manny. Bye, you guys. Yeah.

Take care. See you.

I'd be really sad to see you go.

It's done.

Come sit with me.

Just for a second.

Manny, you love being a park ranger.

I used to love it.

I know you're hurting.

But there must have been some sign that Bethany was not okay.

My whole life, no one loved me as much as Bethany.

And I guess that's all I wanted to see.

He goes through his childhood, adolescence, finding Maeve, mentions

Lou, but only as Maeve's protege. I guess Lou didn't have anything to worry

about after all. Not in any of the pages I read.

Maybe there's something in the notebooks.

You know, chalk a block with research.

I haven't checked these yet.

That's not interesting.

We did an ancestry DNA.

There's a whole family tree.

Holy shit.

His mother's listed as deceased.

That doesn't make any sense.

Maeve is still alive.

Maeve Boone isn't Buck's mother.

Maeve, open up!

Maeve?

You caught me.

I'm spying on our park.

Hoping to capture an unsuspecting animal.

Or a human.

Well, it's what you do, isn't it?

Prey on unsuspecting victims.

I hear you had a chat with Lou.

So you know why I'm here.

Your whole story's a lie.

It wasn't a nun that took the first photo of Buck.

It was you.

Buck's mother was my best friend.

My only one, actually.

Except she was the shiny one.

One that everybody was drawn to.

Even at 16, she was living the biggest life.

I was just watching it from behind the camera.

when she was the one that had to give up her baby.

Conditions were terrible in that maternity home.

She died two days after giving birth. They covered it up.

I never intended to steal her story.

I used my photos to expose what they were doing.

And the press.

assumed that it was about me.

They were only interested in my work because of Buck's story.

It felt impossible to take it back.

You had a choice.

Tell Buck the truth, but it would ruin your career. Or let him believe that you

were his mother.

He was so young.

He was so desperate to have a mother.

And then Buck found out.

He was too angry to even listen.

You're telling me lies my whole life!

For what?

The story? Please, Buck, you have to let me explain. No!

No more!

No more lies!

No more excuses!

I saw everything slipping away.

He was determined to tell the truth.

Where destroyed everything so I went to him

And

that was the last time I saw My

work

was everything I made something of myself

The truth would have destroyed all of that. But the truth wouldn't have killed

Buck.

You did that.

I did love him.

Maeve?

Maeve, what did you do?

I'm going out on my own terms.

Maeve, what did you do?

Hey Zoe, I need you to send an ambulance to Maeve Boone's house right now.

Come on, Maeve.

It's hard to fight our instincts.

Wild animals flee when humans get too close.

Their defenses go up, and everything in them just says run.

But sometimes that human trying to get close to you doesn't want to harm you.

They just want to understand you.

Hey, stranger.

I have to tell you something.

I slept with someone else.

Was it a one-time thing, or did it mean something to you?

Both.

You know, Anna, I know you.

I'm not threatened by other men.

I'm not trying to trap you or change you.

I can't be responsible for somebody else.

Blackout drunk.

And I didn't protect him. I didn't do anything.

So I don't know that I can ever be responsible for somebody else again.

Anna, you act like you died when your husband did.

Like you can never get past it. Maybe you never will.

I like you.

I like that you come and go. I like that you escaped from that cave and went

straight back.

I like everything about you, Anna Pigeon.

I don't want to lose you.

I have, um, something to tell you, too.

I got a job offer in my field.

That's great.

It's in Arizona.

I won your contract.

You should take it.

You should take it.

Hey.

Don't stop.

What are you playing?

It's just a song I wrote.

After what happened with Buck, I realized I don't want to be scared

anymore.

Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?

Yeah.

Hey!

You're hunting! There's someone down here!

Someone from this company shot Jesse. Next Friday on the hit series Anna

Pigeon. Jeremiah Paulson is poisoning the water.

You don't have to worry, Molly. The park is generally very safe. Can we talk

about your use of the word generally?

Only two episodes left. I don't want to push this if it's going to hurt you. I

trust you.

Sisters cover for sisters.

Families, they're complicated.

And a pigeon.

New episode next Friday at 10 on USA.

Set your DVR.