All language subtitles for Joe.Pickett.S02E03.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

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. WOMAN: 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.

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.Mmm-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?

Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

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. MISSY: Bye.

Who wants a cherry
in their Sprite?

Me.You.

Me.MISSY: Two, three.

Welcome to
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and this isBuck Talk

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Mmm-hmm. That's
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And speaking of winners,
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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? - 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! MISSY: 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. MAN: Whoo!

- A-five, six, seven,
eight. - 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. WOMAN:
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 he talking
about? - 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 it does.
- 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.