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Previously on Marshals...

I don't think we've seen you on Broken Rock

since Monica's burial.

She picked out her favorite spot on East Camp for me

- to visit her. - Grandpa Long wants us to

honor Mom at the remembrance ceremony.

Asked about borrowing

her favorite necklace.

Chair's empty, if you've

got a minute to chat.

You want more than a minute.

But I don't have that to give.

- Bartender's my kid. - She's your daughter?

Marshal badge puts you on the wrong side of me.

That horse is a grenade with the pin pulled.

That's anger with legs.

I saw Monica's shoes by the door.

I'm guessing that's her horse terrorizing your ranch.

Dad!

Tate!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, hey! Hey!

Ow.

Lucky it was your arm and not your head.

You know better than to mess with that mustang.

Thought I could connect with him.

Thinking is the last thing you were doing.

He was Mom's.

And he's alive.

I just wanted to feel that.

There's wanting to connect and there's getting yourself killed.

You don't have to be so angry.

I am angry.

The only way left for this world to hurt me is through you, son.

Won't happen again.

Damn right.

Stallion's moving on.

He's Mom's.

You can't just erase every memory of her.

He's caused enough trouble around here.

It's time for his new beginning.

You sure all that grease is good at your age?

Need the calories and trying to get back to my fighting weight.

You're not worried it might slow you down?

I know how you like to bolt without a warning.

That's-that's funny.

I mean, it's mean, but it's funny.

You were always skinny.

You were like a toothpick in my baby pictures.

Oh, you, uh, you still have those?

I was 19.

Was barely a man.

Mom says never a man.

We were both kids, so...

Hey. This-this is... this is really nice, talking like this.

Yeah, if only I'd tended bar when I was five,

we'd be just peachy.

How do I have the world's slowest

and most expensive mechanic?

Hey. You know, I got real good

at f-fixing Humvees over in Afghanistan.

Happy to help.

I learned long ago...

to handle problems myself.

I know I wasn't around when you needed me most.

But I'm here now, so...

Having a bar between us...

it feels about right... Cal.

Drove all the way to Wyoming for nothing.

Horse taking a bite out of the buyer made it worth it.

That wasn't funny.

Oh, yes, it was.

I'm gonna call Travis.

He'll find a home for this bronc.

Maybe keeping Mom's horse is a sign

you should be coming to the remembrance ceremony

on Broken Rock.

We'll see.

Hayley?

Hayley.

- It's Tate. - Tate.

Right. Um...

What are you doing here?

Just trying to sell a horse.

You?

Just out driving.

- In Wyoming? - My boyfriend

likes road trips.

Um...

I can't keep him waiting though, so, I'll... I'll see you.

Who was that?

Old classmate from the rez.

She doesn't seem like herself.

Strange place for a kid to be.

How'd lunch go with Maddie?

Scar tissue's preventing healing. You know.

What'd you do to annoy her?

Besides not being in her life since she was five?

Well, being estranged for 20 years,

you can't exactly expect her to welcome you back with open arms.

The fact she is talking to you

is a positive.

Positive? Uh...

I tried to help her out of this jam,

and, you know, she just shot me down, so...

Healing from a painful past

doesn't come easy.

Or that's her and I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Hey, Harry.

¡Golazo!

As always, feels like I'm at a cultural disadvantage.

My dad raised me on baseball, not soccer.

- Double or nothing? - No way.

I'm saving my cash for a new place.

How much is your rent in Bozeman?

Given I'm hoping to pop smoke out of here,

I'm on a weekly lease, but it's a quarter of what I paid in D.C.

You looking to leave the rez?

More like they're looking to evict me.

Becoming a marshal didn't go over so great.

Little late, cowboy.

Spent the night hollering at that Dolly girl?

Thought you were done investigating me.

That's not a denial.

Hey, does it strike you as odd

that a Broken Rock teenager

would be wandering around a truck stop parking lot

in Wyoming?

Who's the kid?

Hayley Charlo.

A friend of my son's.

Mom reported her missing right after I left tribal police

about four months ago.

Missing. What, she run away?

Nobody knows.

That's how it goes with a lot of these cases.

Was she alone?

She said she was with her boyfriend.

My son said she wasn't herself.

Underage, out of sorts,

at a truck stop across state lines.

Could be a victim of trafficking.

Sex trafficking?

She's just a kid.

Okay, I get a little nervous when I walk into a room

and it's this quiet.

Cowboy may have stumbled on a trafficking case.

It's a girl Tate went to school with.

Tribal police have

limited resources.

Be nice to use ours to dig into this,

maybe coax 'em into asking for assistance.

Look, it's a worthy cause,

y'all, but we just caught an assignment, so...

Sammy LaChance. A...

suspect in multiple homicide cases.

- We're going manhunting? - Not quite.

LaChance is a key witness

in a big federal trial up in Helena,

so we're on protective duty.

Government would rather protect a killer

than lift a finger for missing girls.

You don't need five rifles to go babysit.

Why don't you let us go talk to Hayley's mom?

I'm certain she'd appreciate knowing her kid's alive.

Hey, look.

You can relay what you saw, but don't represent

the badge. Tread lightly, all right?

Treading lightly is Cowboy's specialty.

LaChance is a person of interest in three open murder cases.

Also has charges for aggravated assault,

loan sharking and domestic abuse.

A model citizen.

What kind of witness can this scumbag be?

An important one, okay?

Fed's case hinges on his testimony.

Must be a real monster they're going after to cut him a deal.

What I assumed.

But the case is actually against

a construction company

charged with defrauding the government

out of millions in a bid rigging scheme.

They're cutting a killer a deal over some couch change.

Good idea fairies strike again.

It's gonna be on us to keep LaChance safe

until his transport to Helena arrive.

Became a marshal to hunt monsters,

not protect them.

Can we at least do something for the girl that Kayce ran into?

Check the truck stop?

Okay.

Reach out to Wyoming State Police.

You saw Hayley?

Did she look like she was eating?

Was-was she happy?

It's hard to say, ma'am.

She said she was on a road trip with her boyfriend.

Do you know who that could be?

Right before she disappeared,

uh, I'd find her all hours of the night,

face lit up by that damn phone.

And I'd ask her who she was texting,

and she'd swear it was nobody and...

One night, my car's gone,

and I prayed she had gone to stay with Chrystal, but...

then the state troopers found my car in Spurling.

And-and I said, "I don't care about my car.

Where's my daughter?" And they... I still don't have an answer.

So you haven't heard from her since?

None of her friends have either.

Mm, none know this guy.

Do...

Think she really went off with him?

Given what you shared,

seems likely Hayley met someone online

who groomed her and then lured her off of Broken Rock.

Oh, it's a cruel thing when your best hope

is your child fled the life you gave her.

Ow!

You can't blame yourself, Ellie.

My daughter Ava went missing just over a year ago.

He knows.

Worked that case till my last day on the tribal police.

Wish I'd been able to do more.

I know, Miles.

And, Kayce, you got a fighting spirit.

Like Monica.

Didn't realize you knew her.

After Ava disappeared,

I founded North Star,

an advocacy group that raises awareness

about girls missing from the reservations.

Chairman Rainwater allows me to work out of his office

to help spread this message.

Monica was committed to working with us before...

I'm so sorry.

You saw my Hayley.

I didn't know until today she was still alive.

Promise me you won't let this go.

View from here is pretty nice.

How's it look, hon?

Any threats to my well-being?

- Not from out there. - He orders another steak,

just keep the knives away from me.

Think the taxpayers would be happy we're footing

a suspected killer's staycation?

Well, DOJ has their priorities.

Yeah, but do we?

'Cause someone's preying on girls

and we're luxuriating.

Wyoming State Troopers report no sightings of Hayley.

Hope for luck with the Amber Alert I issued.

It's not our case, okay?

So quit getting invested.

Chance to reunite an estranged parent with their daughter's

not something you're invested in?

Security sweep, floor-to-floor.

Coming to make another roadblock?

Well, marshals on the rez makes some folks uneasy.

Even if you lived here.

Or still do.

Think everyone but you and the chairman has keyed my car.

Mm.

Sera reached out,

shared you saw our Hayley.

I figured Ellie would want to know

that her daughter was still alive.

Of course.

But understand what you've done here today.

You've given Ellie something she didn't have a few minutes ago.

Hope.

Is that a bad thing?

Around here, hope is a knife that cuts two ways.

And since nobody has reached out

to the tribal police,

you're here in an unofficial capacity,

meaning you're spreading false hope.

If tribal police ask for assistance,

we could help.

Those requests have fallen on deaf ears many times before.

Local, state,

federal authorities were all too happy

to declare our missing girls runaways.

Maybe we can change that.

We've walked a similar path on this land before, Kayce.

Searching for a missing girl.

The search ended quickly.

And tragically.

Listen, this evil keeps evolving,

but the results stay the same.

And for the families,

the wounds never heal.

Could be different this time.

Well, we all know the chances of that.

Our missing daughters could use a sheepdog like Kayce.

His superiors would never allow it.

Yet another battle we fight alone.

How can we fight it when we're not allowed on the battlefield?

Miles says Hayley and another Broken Rock girl, Ava,

were both targeted online.

No wonder Miles is so dialed in.

Guarantee he and Kayce have found a few trees to bark up.

Can't hurt for us to do some moonlighting of our own.

A look into Hayley and Ava's social media

could shed some light.

Okay. Yeah.

No suspicious activity or persons out there.

Hotel's quiet.

- Good. - Peaceful.

I like that.

It's why I'm hoping I'm getting relocated to Hawaii.

Maybe California.

Just nowhere cold.

Relocated? You're going into WITSEC?

All I got to do is squeal in court later,

then tomorrow's the first day of my new life.

- Clean slate. - Lot of money

and resources are going into burying your sins.

Who could be more deserving?

Hey, escort's en route.

Let's go. Let's get you presentable

for the courtroom.

I got into Hayley and Ava's social media.

Looks like they both interacted with someone

who calls himself "green_eyezz44."

Thirst trap for girls who want to escape.

Engages them, lures them off the reservation,

then puts them in compromising positions

he can blackmail them with.

I wish I could get an ID on this sicko,

but the app only requires a first name to sign up.

He used "Noah."

Still, the hats and shades make FRS a waste of time.

Uh, trace an IP address.

It's masked by a VPN.

Wait. He just posted.

This guy is literally on the prowl right now.

You never mentioned you worked Ava's case.

Another instance of something I started but couldn't finish.

Lot of open wounds on Broken Rock.

Be nice to track down Hayley and Ava,

heal at least a couple.

Could help my standing in the community.

I'm not too comfortable here myself.

Bad memories?

Some of my best.

Andrea just got a hit on a guy

who was DMing both Ava and Hayley.

That could be our predator.

He's active, hunting for his next victim.

That's Greely Creek.

I used to take Tate to that hole.

This was posted a half hour ago.

You up for some fishing?

Dirtbag isn't walking into his new life.

- He's taking a motorcade. - Feels more and more like

the worst of us get rewarded

while the most vulnerable just keep getting stepped on.

LaChance is still getting ready.

If we can't help the most vulnerable,

maybe we can make the most horrible suffer.

I'm Deputy Marshal Cruz. This is Deputy Marshal Skinner.

Um, it's not our place, but in my time with Mr. LaChance,

I couldn't help but notice

he's got a number of known associates

he's looking to make contact with.

Mostly in Hawaii.

California, too.

Sounds like they're cooking up

some warm weather scams.

Thank you for sharing.

Thanks for the memories.

If you ever get to Oahu,

I'm not there.

God willing.

Hard to defend pointing the spear

in this particular direction, but...

mission accomplished.

Have either of you heard from Kayce or Miles?

Mm, wherever they are, it's a better use of their time

and skills than what we just had to do.

How we gonna get this monster to talk?

We've got no jurisdiction.

By making him think it's his best option.

Is it ours, though?

Cal only gave us his blessing to talk to Hayley's mom.

Sometimes you got to break the rules

for the right reasons.

I'm not a marshal right now.

I'm a dad looking for his son's friend.

If you want no part of this, I respect that.

You walk your path, not mine.

You have a visitor.

Chairman must be looking for Kayce.

Maybe he needs his help with Hayley.

Or he's pissed our boys are stirring things up on his rez.

Deputy Marshal Calvin.

Apologies for the intrusion.

No.

It's no intrusion, Chairman.

Though, uh, I am curious what brings you here.

What you've done for Kayce,

giving him this new beginning,

I thank you.

Well, he's a true warrior,

so, you know, there's a self-serving element to it.

Oh, the privilege of leadership, huh?

Every once in a while, you can do something good.

Indeed.

Is there some good that I could do for you, Chairman?

This issue of missing children

from the reservation has become an epidemic

for our people.

And I'm sure it is hard to combat with your...

limited resources.

The limit isn't just our resources,

but the will of other law enforcement.

Of all the indignities we face,

few are as insulting

as the indifference to our lost children.

Well, as a father, uh...

I... I-I can only imagine

the pain of a child gone missing.

A pain that's exacerbated

when men with federal badges get hopes up.

Kayce and Miles were there to just share some information,

not make promises.

Well, the promises are only empty when not backed up

from above.

One of my most challenging responsibilities

as chairman is knowing when to ask for help.

Not something men with power like to do,

especially when it comes to asking the very government

that's waging a war

on our way of life.

You'd rather lose the battle on your terms

than win on someone else's.

These girls deserve better

than my pride getting in the way.

And I cannot lead the battle to find them,

so I'm here to ask

if you will.

Hey, this hole's taken.

Go downstream.

Thought you were looking for company.

Step off, bro.

What the hell are you do...

The hell, man?

What kind of fish we catch?

Think it's called a "green_eyezz."

Where are the girls you lured off Broken Rock, Hayley and Ava?

I don't know them.

Wrong answer.

I don't know where Hayley or Ava's at!

Suddenly remember their names.

Couple of stalkers.

Couldn't keep off my jock.

This one's a fighter.

Might have to see if our lures

are strong enough.

Okay.

I just had some fun with 'em and tossed 'em aside.

No big deal.

Using pictures and videos

to blackmail them into sex work's a little fun?!

How many other girls?

He's got dozens of conversations going.

Where are they?

I will gut you right here if you don't talk.

If I tell you, will you let me go?

I won't hurt you.

Hey.

Gifford just gave his blessing.

We can assist the Broken Rock tribal police.

Tactical Swiss Army knife gets to help the most vulnerable.

That's a good win.

What's this?

Y'all been working this case behind my back?

Kind of right in front of you, actually.

I'd consider this a "beg for forgiveness"

versus an "ask for permission" situation.

Okay. What do you got?

Okay, meet Kurt Bludsoe, fully-formed POS.

Long jacket filled with pimping and pandering.

I mean, add sex trafficking to that résumé,

he goes away for life.

Kayce and Miles think he's running

Hayley and other girls.

Got them from some lowlife

who lured them off the rez.

Let's get an interstate BOLO out. We're gonna cast

a wider net. I want you to forward

that mug to state troopers and local PD in the region.

Okay, I'll dig up a list of family, friends

- and former cellies. - Cool.

And, hey, hey.

Let Kayce and Miles know we're on the job.

They can come home.

You said I wouldn't get hurt.

I said I wouldn't hurt you.

You preyed on the rez,

now the rez is gonna prey on you.

Hey! Hey... No!

No, no, no, please, no! Let me go!

No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry! Please, I...

No. No! Let me go!

No!

You got in late.

What's all this?

Mom's stuff.

Trying to find something we can read

for the ceremony.

Well, I'll have to see if I can go.

Finding Hayley's gonna take priority.

Wait, what?

So she is missing?

Yeah.

Did she run away?

Was she taken? Like that girl

you found in the back of the van that time?

We're gonna bring her home.

Hey.

Buddy.

I'm gonna find her, all right?

We never would have crossed paths with Hayley

if you weren't trying to sell Mom's horse.

Almost like Mom's trying to save her from above.

If you won't make it to the ceremony...

bringing Hayley back is the best way to honor her.

You know, I just got a call from

LaChance's WITSEC agent

thanking us for all the intel on Sammy's contacts

in Hawaii and California.

What the hell is all that about?

Just balancing the scales.

Any idea where he's going?

They didn't say.

But they did assure me it's gonna be very cold.

Well...

in crappier news,

still no hits on the BOLO we put out.

No luck pinging Bludsoe's phone.

It's likely he ditched it.

Well, he has to advertise these girls

in a way that we can track.

We could catfish him.

Set up puppet accounts,

johns looking for girls.

That's worth a shot.

Where are we with known associates?

Got a pretty long list of folks within the region.

I'll send it to Kayce and Miles.

Uh, have they shown their faces yet?

Gearing up to kick some doors.

Every hour that goes by,

chances of finding the girls gets smaller.

Relax. We're making progress.

If you're telling me to be optimistic,

I'm in trouble.

What a sight for sore eyes.

Y'all, uh, taking off

- so soon? - Can't find the girls

from behind a desk.

Shaking trees

- is how you get the fruit. - I appreciate y'all

putting it on the line for Hayley,

just make sure you don't cross it.

The girls deserve whatever it takes.

And they deserve these predators

go away for a long time,

and that's why everything's got to stick in court.

Kayce, you just slipped Gifford's noose.

Miles, we know what happens when you push things too far,

your badge ends up in the crosshairs.

Thank you for taking this case.

Hey, can't make it personal.

Already is.

Kurt Bludsoe's photo just popped up

in DMV records, but under a different name.

And a credit card with that alias

just bought gas at a truck stop in Three Forks

about half an hour ago.

Three Forks?

Kayce and Miles are headed that way.

I'm gonna rip Bludsoe

from limb to limb if we find him.

Got to lead us to the girls first.

What was that, uh, Cal was saying

about your badge being in the crosshairs?

Low-level dealer was coming onto the rez,

spreading his poison.

So I tracked him down,

arrested him off tribal land.

Cal got called in.

Bet Rainwater loved that.

Chairman nearly took my badge.

Cal saw something.

What, exactly, I don't know.

You're a good marshal.

Your first day on the job, you told me

this job might not be for me.

If we don't get Hayley back,

you'll be right.

I'll look around the trucks.

All right, I'll take the service area.

If you see him, call me before you make a move.

Hayley?

I'm Tate's dad,

okay? I'm here to take you home.

Stop, you can't talk to me.

No, wait, wait, wait.

I know what's happening to you.

It's okay.

Where's Bludsoe?

You don't know what he's capable of.

He has eyes everywhere.

I'll protect you,

I promise. Just come with me.

He'll hurt the others.

Right after I was passed to Kurt,

a couple other girls tried to get away.

He hurt them?

Not them.

My friend Ava.

He killed her

to teach us all a lesson. I...

The others aren't all here.

If I go with you right now, alone, they will pay.

How many girls are with you?

Nine.

I need to stop talking to you. Leave me alone.

No, no, no. If you come with me,

I'll come back and get the others.

I have to go.

You got to give me something.

Give me something, okay? You got to help me

find you guys.

I can't remember the name.

Another stop they take us to,

the place with the trees. Get us there.

Wh... Wh...

You have to let me go.

Like a miracle,

Hayley falls right into our hands and Kayce tosses her

back to a killer.

There were nine girls being held.

She didn't want to leave them behind.

I've seen you be real persuasive when you need to be.

Hey, it sounds like the others would've been killed

if Kayce had forced her to go, Miles.

Hayley's bonded

to them. They look out for one another.

It's common in extreme abuse cases.

I'm sorry about Ava, Miles.

If there are ten girls,

Bludsoe has to be using a van

or some large vehicle to move them around.

Hayley did say that they were going

to the place with all the trees.

Anything more specific?

No, she was scared.

She didn't want to be seen with me.

Well, it's something, at least. I'm on it.

Skinner, let's update that BOLO, too.

Hey, man.

Don't blame yourself about Hayley.

There was just no easy choices there.

Man, I prefer kicking doors than making tough calls.

Yeah?

I know you have a lot on your plate, Kayce,

but Mo shared that you and Miles have made progress,

but didn't say what kind.

We're doing everything we can.

Well, despite knowing how these things usually end,

I confess, hope is contagious.

Well, the last thing I want to do is cause you to lose it.

I swallowed my pride

asking the marshals for help earlier.

I did so knowing you'd be leading the charge.

I'm doing my best.

Well, your best is what Hayley and Ava deserve.

And I know you're their best hope.

Well, I'll keep you updated, sir.

Where's Kayce?

Send him out to aid and abet any other criminals?

What'd I say about taking this so personally?

I need you to throttle down, okay? Look,

we got a trail on the breadcrumbs

that Hayley dropped for Kayce.

What kind of breadcrumbs?

The place with the trees isn't about actual trees.

It's a logo.

Ponderosa Truck Stops all across I-90. There is one

50 miles from where Kayce saw Hayley.

Camper's how Bludsoe's moving them.

Two other guys must be Bludsoe's eyes and muscle.

When was this?

Are they still there?

First one is three hours ago.

This one's 40 minutes ago.

- So we've lost them. - Yeah, but

not if we can track the camper.

As long as they stay on public highways,

I can use OCR to find them.

Kayce's gamble paid off.

Not until we find the girls.

Road weather camera just got a hit on the camper moving

south on 287 near Toston.

We cut across 84, might be able to take them down by Norris.

Go. Hey, we're rolling out.

We should be closing in on them.

Are there any state troopers or local police in the area?

We're the closest out.

Could be your redemption, cowboy.

Better not miss.

Okay, I've got eyes on the target.

We moving in heavy?

Negative. We're gonna hold back,

keep eyes on them. When they stop, we'll pounce.

There's a small town about ten miles ahead.

They could stop there.

Low vis, Miles. Low vis, hold back.

Low vis, hold back.

- Hold back. - Miles,

we have to take them with their guard down.

They're accelerating. They-they've spotted us.

Girls are at risk if we don't back off.

Back off, we'll never see 'em again.

What's the call?

If we get ahead,

we can lay down a spike strip,

bring 'em to a halt.

Copy. We'll handle it. Okay,

you're gonna get ahead of 'em, all right?

Okay, look out. Gun.

Pull back, pull back.

Pull back.

Shots fired! Shots fired!

I can't return fire with the girls in there.

Suggestion box is open.

I'll draw fire so you can overtake 'em.

Good copy.

The shooter pops up, put his head down.

I can't shoot him with the girls in there.

Improvise.

Punch it.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Not gonna get far.

Okay, y'all take the back door. We're gonna go around

and get the driver.

Clear. Secure the girls.

Kayce, sitrep.

We missed them.

They're gone.