I got a job. Stockman's Bar. A bar?
I miss my daughter. Please help me find her.
Now, they may not recognize you, Joe, but I do. I see you.
Can I trust you to look for the truth? - Yes.
You can trust me to look for the truth.
Frank was supposed to come home last night.
Why don't I ask Joe to go look for him?
Daddy, I don't like it when you leave at night.
I have my satellite phone.
I'm gonna call you every hour, check in.
Brothers Grim, huh? We prefer the Grim Brothers.
How about I just take a look at this fishing license and then I'll get going?
So you're what? Sort of a tax collector for the government then?
You've got me wondering who the criminal is here.
♪ Good times and bum times
♪ I've seen them all And, my dear
♪ I'm still here
♪ Plush velvet sometimes
♪ Sometimes just pretzels and beer
♪ But I'm here
♪ I have stuffed the dailies
♪ In my shoes
♪ I've strummed ukuleles
♪ And I've sung... ♪
Caleb.
You smell that?
I smell the government man.
Get the rifle.
Shit.
Both of you freeze where you are.
And throw your weapons out in the open.
Nah, that ain't how it's gonna work. Right, brother?
Goddamn right, brother.
I thought we weren't gonna use that kind of language anymore.
Sorry. Got a little carried away.
Argh!
Caleb, are you hit?
Not many shots left, by my count.
And we've got all your spare bullets.
It's only a matter of time now.
♪ I've been worryin'
♪ All my life
♪ I've been wonderin'
♪ All my life ♪
You hit?
Hey, show me.
It's nothing to feel ashamed about.
He got a lucky shot off.
That's it.
No.
I underestimated him.
Don't talk. Open your mouth. Open your mouth.
Let me look inside.
How... How bad is it?
He got you through the cheek.
Took a couple teeth, maybe part of your jaw.
Here, hold this. Hold this.
We need to stop the bleeding.
God!
I'm gonna get that government man for this. I'm gonna get him.
He ain't gonna go easy.
You'll need my help.
No, you're hurt. You ain't gonna harm anyone like this.
I'm ready!
Let's get this son of a bitch before this hurts worse.
Or they're gonna find us.
You're right.
We can't let 'em find us.
Let's go kill him.
He's wounded. He won't get far.
And I bet I know where he's headed.
You shouldn't be here.
Joe? BLAIRE: Hi there, Marybeth.
Hi, Blaire.
Have you heard anything? No.
I haven't heard from him yet,
but I'll call you as soon as I do, I promise.
Okay. All right.
Thanks.Bye.
Just answer, Joe.
Just answer.
Was that Dad?
Um, no.
No, honey.
How many hours has he missed?
Mmm, about six.
But you know what? I'm sure it's just
that lousy service he was talking about.
Why don't you go outside?
Play with your sisters?
Come and get me as soon as he calls.
I will.
Go on.
Wyoming Game and Fish Department.
Hi, this is Marybeth Pickett.
Joe Pickett's wife.
Hi, Mrs. Pickett.
I'm a little worried about Joe.
He's out in the field
and he's not answering his satellite phone.
And his trainee, Luke,
he hasn't heard from him, either.I...
Mrs. Pickett?
This is Randy Pope. I'm Joe's new boss.
Hi, Mr. Pope.
Do you realize your husband just destroyed his new Game and Fish truck?
Totaled it. That is state property.Right...
That's not why I'm calling.
And are you aware that this is the second truck that he has destroyed in a year?
I mean, are we gonna have to send him to driving school?
That was not Joe's fault.
That was a drunk elk. A drunk elk?
Oh, that is rich.
Mr. Pope, I am worried about Joe.
He... He went up Bermuda Mountain looking for a missing hunter,
and now he's missing, too.
I was hoping you could trace his satellite phone.
Not if it's turned off, I can't.
Or broken, knowing your husband.
Well, what can you do?
Well, I can wait until he shows up. That's about it.
And what if he doesn't?
I wouldn't worry too much, Mrs. Pickett.
Joe probably just crashed his horse.
You're... Shove it up your ass!
Who was that?
Uh...
That was your dad's new boss.
Don't get him fired.
Is Dad okay?
Yeah.
I'm sure your dad's fine.
Shh.
Hello?
You've got a fever.
Mom...
Joe.
You said you wouldn't die dumb.
I did?
How'd you get in here?
It doesn't matter.
You should go.
My head hurts.
Go! Before they find you!
I want to pull that splinter out.
Is that okay?
Is that okay, Joey? Is that okay?
Okay.
This is for the pain.
Is it gonna hurt?
Everything hurts.
You know that, Joey.
He fell here.
What?
Lay down here a minute.
You'll see.
What?
I'm showing you.
Smoke.
You're right. Smoke.
How much do you wanna bet he figured that was a safe place for him to go?
Hey, Sheriff?
Marybeth Pickett's on the phone and she sounds upset.
All right. Put her through.
So let me get this straight. You haven't spoken to Joe in, what, three hours?
Eight.
Is that supposed to be a long time?
Yeah. When you're supposed to check in every hour, it's a hell of a long time.
Look, Sheriff Barnum,
Joe promised me he'd stay in touch.
I'm telling you, something is wrong.
All right, Mrs. Pickett, it's, um...
It's understandable for a woman like you to overreact.
What's that supposed to mean?
Just that you've been through a lot.
Clearly, you aren't hearing me.
My husband went missing looking for a hunter who is also missing.
Do you understand that?
Does that make sense to you? Something is happening on that mountain.
What hunter?
Frank Urman.
Frank Urman?
Why? Do you know Frank?
Of course I know Frank. Everyone knows Frank.
When did he go missing?
Three days ago.
Then why the hell is this the first time I'm hearing about it?
I... I don't know. I work for his wife.
She wanted to keep it discreet.
So Joe Pickett thinks he can do a cop's job again.
Sheriff, please.
All right, look.
If it makes you feel better, I promise I'll send my best guy
up the mountain to look for Joe and Frank first thing tomorrow morning.
Who's your best guy?
McLanahan!
Yes, sir.
Get over here.
McLANAHAN: Yeah, what's up, boss?
Great.
You're leading the search and rescue for your future son-in-law tomorrow.
Yeah, they grow up so fast, don't they?
What did the little whippersnapper do this time?
Pickett got turned around ass-backward up on Bermuda Mountain.
McLANAHAN: I might've guessed.
You know, they say a wendigo lives up in those mountain, but...
All right, it's been taken care of, Mrs. Pickett. I'll keep you informed.
Right.
That way.
Hello?
Are you still there?
Oh, shit.
You got company in there?
Rosie!
Do you have company in there?
The Bill of Rights says,
"No soldier shall in time of peace be quartered in any house."
Hear that, government man?
We know our rights.
No answer, huh?
Then let the fumigation begin!
Ugh!
Rosie, get down.
Caleb, get down here.
I told you to leave us be!
Come here!
Freeze!
Damn it!
Get up. Get up.
Let's burn this place and finish him off.
Do you see him?
He ain't gettin' far. Come on.
You go yonder. I'll circle around.
Marybeth. What's going on that you need me here at 3:00 in the morning?
I need a favor. And you couldn't have asked over the phone?
I'm the only deputy on call. I had to lock up the station.
I need to reach Nate Romanowski.
What? Can you help me?
No.
I thought maybe...
I... I noticed how close you two got.
I thought maybe you stayed in touch.
He's a fugitive from justice and I'm a cop.
And why are you looking for Nate anyway?
Because Joe's missing.
He's missing, and...
After what happened last year, he would never lose contact with his family.
If he is not calling us, he is in danger,
and something is wrong.
I know it.
Okay, but then, why Nate? Why...
Because Nate's the only person I could think of who could find him.
He's up Bermuda Mountain.
At Swanson Lake.
Look. I'm not saying I know how to contact Nate.
That would be illegal and I'd lose my job.
But if I did know where he was,
I would contact him.
Thank you.
I didn't admit to anything.
I know.
Sorry for dragging you out here.
Oh, honey.
Why were the police here?
Did something happen to Dad?
No, honey. Um...
She was just patrolling the area.
Everything's fine.
Wait.
Dad's okay?
Yeah, Dad's okay.
I talked to him earlier.
Okay?
Go back to bed.
Marybeth, Sheridan, Lucy...
April.
Marybeth...
Sheridan...
Lucy...
Maxine?
Marybeth...
Sheridan... Lucy...
Marybeth...
Sheridan... Lucy...
April... Marybeth...
Marybeth...
Just come home, Joe.
Just come home.
Where are you?
Marybeth... Sheridan...
Lucy...
April...
Marybeth...
Sheridan...
Lucy...
April...
Frank.
You've got a fever.
No, no...
Easy, Joe.
I got you, brother.
I got you. Come on.
Come on.
Get back in bed.
I pleaded with you, but you just wouldn't stop.
This is for the pain.
You're awake.
I'll get the sheriff.
Hmm.
There you are.
Mmm.
Good to see you, too.
Nate.
What the heck?
Sorry to come by unannounced.
Don't.
You snuck in through my window. Again.
That's not unannounced, that's uncivilized.
I get it.
You're mad.
No, I am not mad at you, all right?
I'm just not interested in anything you have to say.
Are you gonna drop the bat?
You know you can't just come and go through a woman's window
any which way you please. You know...
And I sure as heck deserve more than some blank postcards every couple of weeks.
You kept them?
What?
That's not the point.
The point is that you didn't even write anything on them.
Not a single word.
I mean, you could've told me that you were okay,
or where you were or...
Or anything.
I told you where you could reach me
if you ever needed me.
That's something, Cric.
Please.
Bet you give that hotline number to all the girls.
Well, I couldn't write anything.
Not without putting you in danger.
Hell, me sending these postcards was a risk but I just needed...
Don't worry about me.
I can take care of myself.
Right, good. I can see that.
It's really good to see you, Cricket.
Yeah, I...
Got a promotion at work.
I'm a full deputy now.
Hmm.
Benefits and everything.
Benefits. Yeah, that's good.
Yeah.
Which means
I probably shouldn't
be harboring a known fugitive.
Um, you should go.
Yeah.
You look really good.
Got a lunch date
with an accountant
who uses the front door.
You deserve it.
You remember where in the mountain you were?
When they shot me,
I was probably three miles northeast
of Swanson Lake.
Due east of Dry Ridge.
Yeah, I know the place.
And that's where you lost your horse?
I mean, that's where Lizzie bolted into the forest.
It was right by an Aspen grove.
And that's where you saw the brothers dismembering your horse.
Yeah.
Yeah, when I came to, they were...
They were field-dressing her.
And, uh...
Uh, looked like they were harvesting her meat
like they did the elk.
Like they did Frank Urman.
Jesus Christ.
You think it was Frank?
Well, we won't know for sure until we examine him,
but the clothes you saw piled up next to him
match the description of what he was last wearing.
What I can't figure out is why the brothers would attack you at all.
I mean, you didn't find Frank's body till the next day.
Maybe they didn't want any witnesses.
Maybe 'cause you wrote them those tickets.
Maybe.
Anyway, we're gonna set up a perimeter,
send the helicopters up the mountain.
If the Grims are still there, we will find 'em.
You get some rest.
We'll keep you informed. Mrs. Pickett.
Last night must've been really bad for ya.
Are the girls okay?
Was Sheridan worried?
The girls are okay.
'Cause I lied to 'em.
I just didn't have the heart to tell them one of us was back in the hospital.
I'd appreciate if you kept that to yourself, too.
Understood.
Are you okay?
I'm worried about you, Joe.
I'll be fine.
I'll heal up in no time.
That's not what I mean.
I know I sent you up that mountain.
I'm grateful you looked for Frank,
I am.
I just...
What?
You knew those men were dangerous.
Yeah.
And you followed them into the middle of nowhere
to write a ticket.
They looked like they were up to something.
That's my job.No.
No, that is not your job,
to risk your life for a fishing ticket...
It wasn't like that.
Okay, then why?
You recognized the danger and yet you
kept going.
I need to know why.
Joe.
Joe, are you trying to get yourself killed?
That's a real question.
No.
Of course not.
You know, we never really talked about what happened last year.
Well, if you need to talk,
then talk.
Maybe I do.
But I think you do, too.
We're through it, it's over.
Is it?
Isn't it?
If it's all fine, and we are fine,
then why is there a pane of glass between us
and I can't seem to break through?
What do you mean? There isn't.
Right.
I miss you, Joe.
But...
I'm right here.
Hey there.
Is that your car?
Yeah, it's junk.
You want a ride?
Sure.
What do you think the problem is?
Maybe your alternator?
It's a '77 Oldsmobile.
What do you expect?
You shouldn't be picking up strangers.
You seem pretty safe to me.
Looks can deceive.
In my experience,
people often pretend
they're the exact opposite of what they really are.
I can drop you at a Big Horn. There's one up ahead.
I already called a tow truck.
Think you can drop me in town?
Of course.
Thank you.
All right.
Thank you. No problem.
My daughter is missing.
Please help me find my daughter.
Her name is Marissa Left Hand.
She's been missing since August 20th.
Please, help me find her.
Look, it's just east of Dry Ridge, about a mile.
I'm not seeing anything.
Definitely no burned-out cabin.
Well, there's probably not much of it left.
Just look for any signs of a recent fire.
What about that dead horse?
Negative, sir.
There is nothing out here.
Just keep looking.
Make sure they're in the right area. God.
McLANAHAN: Sheriff.
Hey.
What's up?
I, uh...
Tell me.
What's a dead horse weigh, huh?
A thousand pounds?
Gotta be what... Eight feet long?
One hell of a thing to hide, boss.
What are you saying? Pickett made it all up?
I'm saying he got one hell of a concussion.
I mean, you saw his head.
And you know as well as I do
that even the best eyewitness isn't much good.
Now look, boss...
I don't want this murder on the books any more than you do, all right?
But you know we're not gonna get far pretending that some monster did this.
Now, I'm sorry, but a man killed Frank Urman.
Someone from Saddlestring, most likely.
We better start looking for him.
Pickett seemed pretty convinced.
Yeah, I know he did.
Just take a quick minute to think about
what he actually said to us.
All right, what do we got here?
Hello?
Oh, hi, Sheriff.
Did they catch the Grims?
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Okeydokie.
They called off the search. What do you mean?
Sheriff said they didn't find jack squat.
They're looking in the wrong place.
It's what he said.
Okay, bring the truck around.
What?
I don't think that's a good idea.Yeah.
What are you doing? Hey, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!
God.
Joe! You're all messed up,
they're not gonna let you leave the hospital.
You got my keys?
We're going to the crime scene.
I'm not letting you do this.
Grab my jeans.
That's an order.
Jeans.
Can you toss me the keys?
Uh, you don't look so good.
I'm fine.
Okay.
You drive.
Just hop in the back, my dog sits in the front.
Too soon?
You know, those pain meds are probably gonna start wearing off pretty soon.
It's probably gonna get pretty uncomfortable for you.
I'll be okay.
They said whatever it was cut pretty deep.
I mean, I bet you don't even have a sense of how bad that thing hurts
until the pain meds wear off.
Just... They say giving birth is the worst pain, though.
They say men can't handle the pain of birth
because our nerve endings are more dense. Luke, Luke.
I'll do anything
if you stop talking, please.
I sit up front from now on?
Nah, it wouldn't be fair to Maxine.
I got bit by a dog in my leg once.
Thing got infected.
Man, it just throbbed and throbbed for weeks...
Ah, okay, okay.
Just please stop.
Understood.
Finish up with the grid.
Bag and label everything, let's get his body down as quick as possible.
Be careful with his hands.
We need his prints to be usable.
I do not want Frank's wife to have to identify that body,
not if she doesn't have to.
McLANAHAN: You okay, boss?
You remember Shane?
Oh, your...
Your old Irish Setter.
Yeah, I remember.
Well, when he got old and had to be put to sleep,
Frank came with me.
He said the meanest thing God ever did
was make dogs grow old so fast.
He was my friend.
All right. Everyone listen up.
This goes down in the blotter as a homicide,
but I want no other information shared with anyone.
Not your girlfriends, not your mama,
and sure as hell not anyone from the Saddlestring Roundup.
General public finds out the details how Frank died, they're going to panic,
and I do not have time for that.
We wasted enough time today already, so you...
You gotta be kidding me.
McLanahan, get rid of him.
Ooh, with pleasure.
Pickett. Hey, hey.
You look like hell, man. Hey...
Shouldn't you be in the hospital? No.
I'm supposed to be here.
Sheriff doesn't want you here.
Hey, I'm not kidding, okay?
He's angry as hell.
Seriously, Pickett, I would not bug him right now.
McLanahan, I told you to get rid of him.
Wasn't my fault. He didn't respect my authority.
Why'd you call off the search?
'Cause I didn't find a damn thing. So?
Keep looking. I did.
Okay, I had five helicopters in the air all afternoon.
Do you know how much that cost me?
Half my budget for the year. So what?
You think I made it up.
I think you got hit in the head real damn hard.
If it sounds like a fairy tale and smells like a fairy tale...
It's not a fairy tale.
Okay, I'm sorry.
The Brothers Grim.
A witch's cabin.
I mean... And now, don't...
Don't forget about the big bad wolves, right?
You really gonna listen to him?
You think I'd shoot myself in the leg with an arrow?
An arrow makes a clean wound.
Even the doctor said your leg was all messed up.
Yeah, I told you.Right.
Homemade flint arrowhead, I know.
But how likely is that?
McLANAHAN: You know, Pickett,
maybe you were just thrown from your horse like a jackass
and landed on a real sharp stick.
Then maybe you were just too embarrassed to admit that you messed up,
and concocted this whole thing
so that you sounded like a hero.
I didn't make it up.
It happened. BARNUM: Look...
I have a crime scene to process
and you look like you're about to pass out.
So why don't you just go home and get some rest.
If I need anything more from you, I'll let you know.
You've got a fever.
Ready?
One, two, three.
Nice and easy.
What's that?
All right, come here.