02x04 - Buck Wild

[bunniefuu]

BUCK ON RADIO: You're listening
toBuck Talk. The local Lame Warden

discovered an extinct weasel.

Whoever he is talking about

sounds like a cool
guy. Don't you think?

McLANAHAN: The Brothers
Grim. A witch's cabin.

I didn't make it up.

BARNUM: He was k*lled and mutilated
to resemble a game animal.

NATE: I got some
people after me, Joe.

These guys are dangerous.

JOE: One, two...

Three matching poker chips
at three crime scenes.

This is the work
of a serial k*ller.

CROWD: String him up!

KLAMATH: This government man

is the one who makes
hunting possible.

SHERIDAN: Dad?

[CHILDREN PLAYING]

ALISHA: Mr. Pickett?

Oh, wow.

Can we talk?

It's about Sheridan.

Uh, of course.

Come in. Come in.

Um, why don't you
have a seat over here?

Uh, do you want some water?

I'm fine.

I just, um...

I wasn't sure if
you'd heard about

what happened last night.

The fight at the rally

that Klamath Moore...

Yeah, well...

I was in the middle of that.

Sheridan saw... She
saw this happen.

It scared her real
bad, and I'm worried.

I'm worried that
she's gonna be worried

that I'm just going
to keep getting hurt.

I read that you were
injured on the mountain.

att*cked, yeah.

I was sorry to hear that.

So was Marybeth.

About the most upset with
me I've ever seen her.

Why do you say that?

Well, afterwards, at the
hospital, she asked me

if I was trying to
get myself k*lled.

Were you?

No. I was just doing my job.

It's not my fault
those men att*cked me.

But last night, at the rally,

Klamath was showing these photos

of Frank Urman's body,

and I knew his men
were dangerous.

But it wasn't right.

So I tried to stop it.

And then, before I knew it,

it was shoving and
punches were being thrown.

I just ended up on the
ground getting b*at.

And in that moment, I heard

Marybeth in my head

asking me that same question.

"Are you trying to get
yourself k*lled?"Hmm.

I'll talk to Sheridan,

but she's a strong girl.

She is. She'll be okay.

I'm more worried about you.

I'm fine.

Is there a history of
depression in your family?

No.

Any alcoholism or
v*olence in your family?

Yeah, both. su1c1de?

Um...

My brother.

Self-harm?

Yes.

That's... That's
depression in your family.

Depression isn't
always a straight line.

Sometimes, especially with men,

depression and emotional trauma

can manifest in strange ways.

I mean, instead of
dealing with their issues,

they push them down,

until they escape in
self-destructive ways.

You recently had a
loss in your family?

Your son? This isn't about that.

It's not always easy to
see. I can see just fine.

Okay?

We're not talking about that.

We're talking about Sheridan.

I should get going.

I understand.

Well, my door is always open

if you want to talk some more.

I won't, but thanks.

That heavy weight
you're carrying,

I can help you put it down.

BUCK ON RADIO: Howdy, folks.

Buck Lothar here and
this isBuck Talk.

Bringing you all things hunting,

from Cheyenne to
Ranchester.[AIRPLANE WHIRRING]

Good news and bad news.

We're gonna be dark
here a few days,

because Governor Budd
himself has asked me

to track down that
son of a bitch

targeting hunters
in our great state.

I've tracked K*llers
through the Amazon jungle

and across the Arabian desert.

And now I'm adding a
new notch to my belt.

To where, of all places,

but Weaselville.

Hmm. I'll be working

with the OG Weasel
wizard himself,

Lame Warden Joe Pickett...

Would you quit
listening to that?

I can hear it through
the headphones.

Oh, come on. Buck
Lothar is a riot.

And he's talking about us.

Well, mainly you, I guess.

It's bad enough we've got
to work with this guy.

I can't believe I'm
stuck being his chauffer.

Well, the governor thinks
he can find the k*ller.

Yeah, well, the governor's
just covering his own ass.

He's got to make it look
like he tried everything

in his power to
solve this m*rder

before Klamath Moore
shuts down hunting season.

Here he comes.

Do you even know what
this guy looks like?

I do now.

Welcome to Saddlestring,
Mr. Lothar!

Excuse me?

Oh, sorry. My bad.

You're looking for me.

He's wearing his own merch.

This guy... Luke.

Game warden trainee.Buck.

Which must make you Joe Pickett.

Yeah.

Well, thrilled to be here.
Thrilled to get started.

If one of you could
just grab my gear.

There's only the five duffels.

Five? I wanted to pack light.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING
ON RADIO][SIGHS]

This is Weaselville.

Beautiful.

No wonder people hate
you for that whole

"Save the weasels" nonsense.

Turning such prime hunting land

into a damn sanctuary?

It ought to be a crime.

Buck, I get it.

You don't like me.

Well, I'm not your
biggest fan, either, Buck.

But how about we just
concentrate on the case

and keep it civil, okay?

What are you talking about?

I like you.

Hell, I love you.

You know how many pillows
I sold thanks to you?

[CHUCKLES] Joe,
you are the gift

that keeps on giving.

"Bull Grove Foundation."

Blaire?

Blaire, do you have a second?

[CLAMORING ON TV]

Blaire...

Blaire.

This Bull Grove Foundation,

Frank's been making monthly
contributions into it for years.

I don't think it
is a tax shelter.

I can't find anything about
it in his other books.

Are you sure you don't
know anything about it?

[KLAMATH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON TV]I don't know.

You know, I just...

Maybe he, uh...

I'm sorry. I'm just having

a hard time thinking clearly.

[SOFTLY] Okay.

KLAMATH: Now I didn't
know Frank Urman,

but I do know he
was cruel enough

to cut a doe's heart
from its chest.

What the hell does
he know about it?

He just won't stop.

Every time he opens his mouth,

Frank's name comes out.

I know. I know,

I'm sorry. It's like I
have to watch him die

over and over again.

Uh... Maybe I can, um...

I don't know, um...

Check Frank's computer files.

Maybe there's...

Maybe there's something there.

No, but it's okay, Blaire.

It's probably nothing.

I'll figure it out.

[SOBS]

Blaire, maybe you
should take a break.

This man is trying
to t*rture you.

Don't let him.

CHRIS: Hey.

You piece of sh*t.

You leave my uncle
alone. You hear me?

I'm sorry. Could you
be more specific?

Which m*rder*r is your uncle?

Frank Urman.

What you're doing,

sharing photos of his body...

You're as bad as the psycho

that's k*lling these
innocent people.

Your uncle

got what he deserved.

I'm just sharing
that with the world.

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

I once caught an escaped
inmate...[GLASS BREAKING]

from a supermax in Canon City.

He shrink-wrapped
himself. WOMAN: Careful.

[WOMAN SHRIEKING]

JOE: Chris, stop.

Hey, hey, hey. I said stop.

Stop! It's not worth
it. It is to me.

Look at me, look at me.

I really want to smack him, too.

Okay? You give him a shiner,

it's just another prop
that he can share online.

You'll be doing him a favor.

Walk away.

It's okay.

Walk away.

The social graces

of a hunter, ladies
and gentlemen.

[LAUGHS]

[WHISPERS] Did you get that?

I'm sorry for losing
it. It's all right.

But I can't just sit by with
Frank's k*ller on the loose.

Yeah, we're looking for him.

It's been a week.

Do you even have a suspect?

I know it's hard.

I promise you, the
professionals got it covered.

BUCK: You want a selfie?
Of course you do.

Oh, you cut me
off. WOMAN: Thanks.

That's my good side.

You're welcome.[WOMAN GIGGLES]

What the hell took you so long?

LUKE: Drunk elk.

Passed out on the runway.

Airport had to scare 'em
off with the fire hose.

And I thought I had
a drinking problem.

[CHUCKLES] Randy Pope,
Director of Game and Fish.

Thank you for coming.

The governor speaks
so highly of you.

The governor is a great guy.

As much as any
bureaucrat can be.

There's a man speaking wisdom.

Wally Conway, concerned
citizen and longtime listener.

It's an absolute honor.

BUCK: Cheers. Who's this guy?

It's Wally Conway.
Are you deaf?

No. I mean, why are you
bringing another civilian in?

Because I need
someone I can trust

and it ain't you, Pickett.

Besides, Conway's no civilian.

He's the best sh*t in
Wyoming.[JOE LAUGHS]

That charge, I am guilty.

The word is, you can't hit the
side of a barn door, Joe Pickett.

[RANDY LAUGHS]Gentlemen, I
could small talk for days.

In fact, I get huge
sums of cash to do so.

But I came here to catch a
k*ller, so let's get into it.

How much has the governor
filled you in on?

I've studied the
crime scene photos,

read the coroner's report,

but it didn't say what
kind of w*apon was used.

I've seen wounds
like this in game.

It's definitely a -caliber.

[SCOFFS] A -caliber b*llet

is used in at least
configurations,

from a .
carbine to a . -

to a . Weatherby Magnum.

Plus, if you're just basing your
findings on the size of the hole,

it could easily have been a mm

with seven more configurations.

Your sh**t could not have
used a more common caliber.

So this tells us
precisely nothing.

Does he know we're not
on the radio right now?

Lucky you, 'cause you
just embarrassed yourself.

Okay. Okay. We're all
on the same team here.

Need I remind you

that the governor has
specifically tasked

Game and Fish... And Buck.

And Buck with
tracking the k*ller,

over the objections of
the Sheriff's Department.

Barnum and McLanahan
would love nothing more

than for us to
fall on our faces.

Well, that much I agree with.

If we don't catch this guy soon,

the governor's gonna
shut down hunting season

and the Game and Fish
department with it.

Which would k*ll your show
and your favorite pastime.

So how about we all
just get along, okay?

Don't worry. Me and my guy,

we got it covered.

And Junior.

[KNOCKING]

Big Merle.

Nate?

Sorry to just show
up like this, but,

you never know
who's listening.No.

It's all good, buddy. It's
been a long, long time.

Yeah.

You'll hardly
recognize the place.

I got a brand-new
kitchen table, a big one,

two new chairs in
the living room.

Oh, yeah?

Can't wait to check it out.

Yeah, come on in.

[MEN GROANING]

Boy, am I glad your
ancient ass showed up.

I was coming here to get
your opinion on something.

But I guess I don't need it now.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Three weeks ago, I was att*cked

up near Twelve Sleep River.

Didn't make much sense
to me then, but...

But I just keep getting
this feeling about...

It's Mark V.

Right, well...

Two hours ago, I'd have
said you were paranoid,

but now I'd say you're
lucky to be alive.

We both are.

Why would Nemecek
repopulate Mark V?

Why would he be coming after us

after all of these years?

I don't have a damn clue.

And I ain't sticking
around to find out.

If we don't find
out what he's up to,

he's going to keep
coming for us.

Yeah, but if it is Nemecek,

he's already got men on the way.

We've got to disappear
these bodies.

Look, I'll handle
this. All right?

And then I'm in the wind.

You get home, get what
you need and get gone.

He might be there next.

RANDY: What the hell
is taking him so long?

Well, on his show,

he says that a master tracker

needs to consider
every grain of sand.

It's his process.

Yeah, well,

my process is about to be

kicking him in the ass.

You know Luke and
I can handle this.

Do you think I trust you

with the future of this
department? [CHUCKLES]

No, sir. But I do
value my freaking time.

I just think he doesn't
like the outdoors.

More of an inside cat.

WALLY: Hell with this.

You wait for that bozo.

I'm heading out.

Gentlemen...

Please approach.

JOE: He said "please."

Carefully considering
each grain of sand,

I've determined that
this crime scene

is useless as tits on a boar.

You gotta be kidding me.

Too many eager idiots have
trampled on all the evidence.

Which means we're
gonna have to start

this search from zero.

I hope everyone put in
their arch supports.

We got a long day
of walking in store.

Frank was dragged
to the crime scene.

But we need to find the
place where he was sh*t.

Now, there's three methods
for us to choose from.

The grid method, which consists

of seven -degree turns

followed by seven
intersecting -degree turns.

The fan method,

where we start at
the center point,

walk away from it in a
straight line, yards or so,

complete a -degree turn

and walk back to
the center point.

Then do it again
a few feet over.

Or the coil method,

which is to start
at the incident area

and circle it,
coiling back to it

with three-meter spacing,

and that effectively
covers... Excuse me. Buck.

Don't all those
just boil down to

"walk around and
hope we get lucky"?

[SCOFFS]

Do you have some magical

fourth method you'd
like to propose?

Well, if Frank got sh*t
while he was hunting,

the only place that he could get

a vantage point on the elk

is up on that ridge.

That makes a lot of sense.

Thank you, Joe.

You heard my guy.

To the ridge.

I appreciate the help.

See, my specialty is human
hunting, not elk hunting.

His specialty is blowing steam
out of his ass.[CHUCKLES]

Nobody move.

Joe, get down here.

Uh, I'm good.

Joe, we are not moving
till you see this.

[CLEARS
THROAT][WHISPERS] No, no.

Put your cheek flat to the dirt.

Come on.

[GROANS SOFTLY]

Okay.

So what exactly am
I looking for here?

That.

JOE: Looks like heel marks.

Yeah, yes!

From where Frank's
body was dragged.

[WHISPERS] We follow those,

they should lead us to the
spot where he was sh*t.

[IN NORMAL VOICE] That's
why they call me a master.

Let's go.

And I know I'm with Kyle.

But Derek,

he has such a...

An air of mystery
about him, and...

[SIGHS] What should I do?

Sure.

I could marry them both.

What do they call
that? A throuple?

You look great, Mom.

[GASPS] What the hell?

Shame on you.

I asked you to lunch because

my love life is in crisis

and you are sitting there
with your nose in your phone.

I'm sorry.

I just fell down a bit of an
Internet rabbit hole today.

Oh, God, please don't tell me

you think the Earth is flat now?

No, Mom. It...

It's this awful man.

Klamath Moore.

Oh, I saw him on the news.

Yeah, he travels
from town to town

just terrorizing
hunters, stalking them.

Destroying their property.

He vandalized a church

because the preacher
has a deer skin rug.

The guy is a monster.

I don't know. I think
he's rather handsome.

Mom, this is serious.

Joe is a game warden.

He's in Klamath's crosshairs.

They att*cked him last night.

So tell Joe to stay
away from them.

Sheridan saw the whole thing.

This affects all of us, Mom.

So what's your plan?

Destroy him by
disliking his posts?

I don't know yet.

[WHISPERS] sh**t.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
My phone d*ed.

Oh, what a shame.

So, as I was saying,

Kyle, he has the
Wyoming pension plan.

I know how lousy
that is. Believe me.

MS. WHALEY: Good
morning, class.

Today, we have a special guest,

an animal activist that I
have been following for years.

He can be a bit controversial,

but I feel his
message is important.

Class, please welcome

Mr. Klamath More. [CLAPS]

[ALL CLAPPING]

I'm so happy you're here.

[WHIMPERS]

You have all been lied to.

"Mankind has always hunted,"

your parents say. "Even
back to the cavemen."

Well, children, mankind
has evolved since then.

And anyone who thinks
hunting is okay

is as ignorant as,
well, a caveman.

But your ignorance
is not your fault.

And that is why I have
come to enlighten you

as I've done for so
many children before.

You see, the truth is,

hunting is an abomination.

You're wrong.

[CHILDREN MURMURING]

SHERIDAN: Hunters
care about animals,

and they treat their
bodies with respect.

It's more natural than
eating things from a farm.

And the natural world hunts.

It helps species
thin out the weak

so that the herd gets stronger.

But you wouldn't know that

'cause you've never done it.

Oh.

I've never hunted?

When I was a boy,

my uncle forced me to hunt
more than a few times.

My sweet girl, in this vile act,

I am an expert.

What you are

is an assh*le.

MS. WHALEY:
Sheridan![CHILDREN GASP]

You can't talk to
people like that.

[WHISPERS] I'm so sorry.

BUCK: The trajectory
of the track

shows that Frank
must have been sh*t

right there.

JOE: [WHISPERS] Not
bad.[BUCK LAUGHS SOFTLY]

Whoever this sh**t is,

he's a hell of a sh*t.

Doesn't look like Frank moved
an inch after it hit him.

And this much blood
from a single b*llet.

That's a sh*t through the heart.

Oh, man.

Hey, can we go light
on the details, please?

Some of us had tuna
fish for lunch.

Bring my bag, Junior.

I need to examine this.

Maybe a little
quicker this time?

I must examine
every grain of sand.

I guess we got an hour to k*ll.

Thank God, I gotta piss.

I swear to God, if he
keeps up like this,

I'm going to arrest him for
being criminally boring.

[CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

That's a footprint here.

Why, it's not just a footprint.

That's a fresh footprint.

This is from today.

Which means

our k*ller could
still be out here.

Well, that doesn't make sense.

Why would the k*ller
still be here?

Serial K*llers often return
to the scene of the crime.

For the rush of it, to
relive the excitement.

What are we waiting for, then?

Let's go hunt this maniac down.

No! We come back at dusk.

The setting sun reveals
tracks and trails

we cannot see by day.

But by then, he might
have gotten away.

If you go now,

you're just going to ruin
that trail with your fat feet.

You don't know what the
hell you're talking about.

Are you a master tracker?

No.

Neither are you.

You're a pillow salesman.

Well, Governor Budd
would disagree,

since he personally asked
me to solve this case.

You are just a tag-along.

Are you going to stop this?

Me and my guy are the only ones
who found a damn thing all day.

I'd be surprised you
ever bagged a squirrel.

You must be a terrible hunter.

Oh, you think so?
Yeah. I'll drink to it.

Hey!

LUKE: Oh, crap.

JOE: Luke? I'm fine.

Just pissed all over myself.

You savage!

That Thermos has seen more of
this world than you ever will.

[CHUCKLES]Argh! You wanna dance?

Hey, stop!

Shut up!

Both of you, shut up!

You're worried about
the k*ller getting away?

r*fle sh*t's about the best
way you could scare him off.

And you!

I am not your guy.

Stop saying that.

Now,

we are coming back tonight.

That's final.

You two don't stop fighting,

I swear to God, I'm
gonna sh**t you both.

And then we'll have two
more murders to deal with.

Understood?

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Excuse me.

This is Joe.

She did what?

[SIGHS][KNOCKING ON DOOR]

What's going on?

Thank you for coming.

I didn't want to
send Sheridan home,

but we have a zero-tolerance
policy on bullying.

Sheri,

who are you bullying?

Our class had a special guest.

Sheridan bullied him and
used inappropriate language.

It was Klamath Moore, Dad.

What?

What the hell is that assh*le
doing in my daughter's classroom?

Klamath is a respected
public figure,

and he's doing important work.

Let's go.

You're not in trouble.

You're getting an ice cream.

[SCOFFS]

[EXHALES]

Saving the world.

[TV PLAYING IN BACKGROUND]

So rewarding, but
it's so exhausting.

You went a little hard
on that girl today.

I know, that was the point.

It's not her fault
that her parents hunt.

[SIGHS] I know.

And it pains me that she's
a casualty in this fight.

Okay, so stop
talking to children.

I don't have a choice.

Protests on the Capitol steps,

that's not news.

Sit-in at a
taxidermist? Snore.

"Stop the slaughter
invades a school"?

Now that's a headline.

I'm a firebrand, baby.

I have to stir things up

'cause that's what
gets attention.

And you know what?

It works.

[CHUCKLES]

It does work.

I'll be out late tonight.

What are you doing?

Work.

I can't rest until our
mission is complete.

Thank you so much for
grabbing her, my phone d*ed.

I called the school when I got
the voice mail, but they...

Hi. You have ice cream.

You got her ice cream? Uh...

Guess who was in
her class today?

Who?

Klamath Moore.

That's who she was bullying.

What? Mmm-hmm.

Why was he there?

I mean, he's a
dangerous t*rror1st.

What was he doing?

The teacher ought to be fired.

Yeah, no kidding.

I'll call the school.

How are you? How was tracking?

Miserable.

I'm working with
two guys who are

almost as obnoxious
as Klamath Moore.

I swear, sometimes

seems like you're the only
sane person in Saddlestring.

[SOFTLY] Yeah.

You know what you said to me?

At the hospital?

Yeah.

Maybe I have been
a bit down lately.

And...

I want you to know
that I'm working on it.

Working on it how?

I started

talking to someone.

Like a therapist?

Yeah, kinda.

That's great.

Anyway...

I better get back.

Will you be late?

Oh, don't get me started, oh!

I almost forgot.

Vanilla, extra sprinkles.

Joe?

I'm really happy to hear that.

Night.

See ya.

[DOOR CLOSES]

RANDY: You are always
friggin' late, Pickett.

Yeah, well, I'm here now.

Where are you going?

It's cold, and I
don't work nights.

I thought the case was
the most important thing.

A hot bath's important, too.

Now, lay off Conway.
That's an order.

Talking about? Infrared is a
perfectly respectable tool.

[SCOFFS] Might as well have
a robot hunting for ya.

No robot in the world could

possibly provide the high-level
analysis... [CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

How long they been at it?

Since about a half a
second after you left.

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Conway!

I need you to help me with
something in my truck.

Seems like you're
always in need of help.

Yeah, well, I guess I'm
just simple like that.

What is it?

Uh, here, look... The hell?

Thanks for the help.

[GRUNTS] Save me a headache.

You're not gonna just
leave me like this?

Hey!

Hey, you can't do this!

Randy said I could stay.

You are staying, in the truck.

Don't worry. I'll
leave Luke for company.

What's that?

I need you to hold
down the fort.

He's a great conversationalist.

Hey!

Buck.

[YELLS] Hey!

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

Ah, nature's soundtrack.

Just never get tired of it.

How's that sunset
working for you?

Well, come here.
See for yourself.

[GRUNTS] All right.

The bends and curves,
you can see them all.

The difference, [CHUCKLES]

is night and day.

Well, that's the
second footprint.

The master has
found an apprentice.

[GRUNTING]

While you were gone there,

Randy was saying

something about you
thinking a Wendigo did this?

Well, let's not
get into all that.

Well, we've got to
get into something.

It's gonna be a long night if
it's just me and the crickets.

It wasn't a wendigo.

I believe it was two brothers.

Twins, back mountain type.

You know, sick enough to do
something like this to a man.

They're the ones
who att*cked you.

Yeah, and my horse.

Your horse?

That's a sacred bond to violate.

Yeah, and they almost k*lled me.

So why didn't
anyone believe you?

Well, it just makes their
jobs easier, I guess.

[SCOFFS]

That's not why.

They don't believe you

because no one trusts
a lone man in the wild.

I understand that.

All too well.

JOE: I know what I saw.

I don't care what
any of 'em say.

Those brothers,

tall guys?

Almost seven feet.

Why?

Our k*ller is well over six.

Maybe I'll meet
these twins of yours.

[GRUNTS] Yeah.

Trail leads this way.

From here on out,

let's keep our voices down.

One of these days, I'm
just going to sh**t you.

You know that, right?

You're leaving, aren't you?

I'm sorry.

I just can't risk...
Putting me in danger,

hurting the ones closest
to you, blah, blah, blah.

Yeah, I know the script.

It's not like I didn't know
it was going to end this way.

But...

Dumb little part of me
had hoped you'd changed.

I want to change.

But the world won't let me.

Please don't contact
me ever again.

[CRYING] No blank postcards.

Nothing.

If that's what you want.

It's not my first choice.

But it's my final one.

Goodbye, Cricket.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

What?

[g*n COCKS]

Who is it?

Go.[SHOUTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[CRICKET PANTING]

Who was that?

No time. Follow me. Run.

Go! Go!

Get in! Okay.

[ENGINE REVS]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[g*n FIRES]

[SHRIEKS]

[GASPING][g*n COCKING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[g*ns f*ring]

[CRICKET WHIMPERS]

Take the wheel!

[TIRES SCREECH]

Oh, my God!

Nate, tell me what is going on.

I will. Now!

Soon, all right?

We've got plenty of time.

We? No, no, no, no, no,
there's no "we," okay?

I gave you a whole speech.

Yeah, well, they've
seen us together.

So the only way out is through.

You might want to buckle up.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]We've
got a long trip.

[SOFTLY] Oh, God. Okay.

[HORSE BRAYS SOFTLY]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, I'm really sorry
that happened today.

Your dad's going
to solve this case.

And when he does,

Klamath will be gone.

And this will be over.

Are they gonna hurt Dad again?

No.

Your dad won't let that happen.

What about the other kids?

What other kids?

Klamath says he
likes going around

and lifting kids
out of ignorance.

Oh, if he's targeting children,
that could be criminal.

You mean, you could arrest him?

Sheridan, get in here.

I need you to start this movie.

You coming?

Soon, yeah.

LUKE: Except I never
sh*t a bear, right?

I mean, I did once, but it turned
out to be my neighbor's cow.

It was so embarrassing.
He was so pissed...

Would you shut up?

Is something wrong?

Yes.

I'm handcuffed to the damn wheel,
trapped here with an idiot.

Now, let me out of here now!

My hands are tied, man.

I mean, not like yours
are, but Joe's my boss.

I don't want to get fired.

Well, Randy Pope is his boss.

And if you don't
let me go right now,

I'll make sure he
cans both your asses.

I feel like we got
off on the wrong foot.

Let me tell you a
bit about myself.

All right?[GROANS]

I grew up in Colorado.

JOE: You know, there's
something I don't get.

Yeah, what's that?

Well, when the k*ller
came for Frank,

he took every precaution.

Didn't leave a fingerprint.

But then he comes back
today, and he's super sloppy.

What changed?

I don't know and I don't care.

If he's getting sloppy,

that'll just make it easier to
flush him out and smoke his ass.

But what if he's doing it on
purpose to lead us into a trap?

An ambush?

What, is that crazy?

No, that is a
soldier's instinct.

We could have used
you in Desert Storm.

You fought in Desert Storm?

As part of a special
recon unit in the Marines.

Ultimately,

I left, 'cause the sergeant
couldn't handle my truth-talking.

The point is, you're not as
big of a dipshit as I thought.

I might have to think about being
a tad nicer to you on my show.

You never finished
telling me about

how you caught that
convict in Canon City.

I tracked him with some dogs,

found him in a septic t*nk.

And sh*t him dead with an AR- .

That's not exactly
justice for him.

Clearly, we have different
definitions of justice.

[HUSHES SHARPLY]

What?

[WHISPERING] Someone's
been through here.

I'll go right. You go left.

[SCOFFS]

Ugh.

[DISTORTED VOICES WHISPERING]

CAMISH: You smell
that, brother?

CALEB: It's the blood
of that government man.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[SNARLING]

[EXCLAIMING]

Drop your w*apon.

[EXHALES]

Drop it.

[YELLING]

Drop your w*apon. Stand down!

What the hell was that?
A g*nsh*t, you idiot.

They found him.

Let me out. We gotta help.

No, he'll radio if he needs us.

Unless he's dead already.

Let me out.

Now! We gotta
stick to protocol.

All right? Hey!

Hey! Stop that![HORN HONKING]

Drop your w*apon! Stand down!

[BUCK GURGLES]CHRIS:
Joe, is that you?

Chris Urman.

Hey. Oh, God.

Who did I hit?

Oh, no.

Hey.

[BUCK CHOKING]

CHRIS: Oh, God.

No.

Hey, hey.

sh*t.

"Buck Talk."

What have I done?

What the hell are
you doing out here?

[STAMMERS] After I saw you at the
hotel, I decided to come out here

and catch the k*ller myself.

I've been out here all day, and
I heard him sneaking up on me.

I thought he was the guy.

Yeah.

We thought you were him, too.

I'm sorry. Joe, I'm sorry.

Yeah, sorry doesn't do
much right now, Chris.

You didn't know.

He didn't mention who he was.

sh*t.

[SIGHS]

[HORN BLARES]

LUKE: That's government
property! Please!

Stop!

Okay, okay. Hey!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Okay, okay.

Now you let me go, right now.

Let's just be cool, please.

I think we're past being cool.

Okay.

I'm gonna let you go.

Give me the key.

All right, all right.

All right.

sh*t.

What the...

[GROANS]

Those are g*nshots.

Luke, what was that?

[RADIO STATIC CRACKLES]

Luke, answer me.

[g*n f*ring]

Call .

Tell them we've got an active
sh**t and an officer down.

[PRINTER WHIRRING]

August th.

[SOFTLY] August th.

Windsor, Colorado.

Klamath was in town when each
of these men was m*rder*d.

Luke!

Oh, no.

Hey, Luke.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[CHOKING]

Oh, no.