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.
He was killed and mutilated to resemble a game animal.
I got some people after me, Joe.
These guys are dangerous.
One, two...
Three matching poker chips at three crime scenes.
This is the work of a serial killer.
String him up!
This government man
is the one who makes hunting possible.
Dad?
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.
Attacked, 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 killed.
Were you?
No. I was just doing my job.
It's not my fault those men attacked 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 beat.
And in that moment, I heard
Marybeth in my head
asking me that same question.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"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 violence in your family?
Yeah, both. Suicide?
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.
Howdy, folks.
Buck Lothar here and this isBuck Talk.
Bringing you all things hunting,
from Cheyenne to Ranchester.
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 killers 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 killer.
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 murder
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.
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?
Joe, you are the gift
that keeps on giving.
"Bull Grove Foundation."
Blaire?
Blaire, do you have a second?
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?
I don't know.
You know, I just...
Maybe he, uh...
I'm sorry. I'm just having
a hard time thinking clearly.
Okay.
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.
Blaire, maybe you should take a break.
This man is trying to torture you.
Don't let him.
Hey.
You piece of shit.
You leave my uncle alone. You hear me?
I'm sorry. Could you be more specific?
Which murderer is your uncle?
Frank Urman.
What you're doing,
sharing photos of his body...
You're as bad as the psycho
that's killing these innocent people.
Your uncle
got what he deserved.
I'm just sharing that with the world.
I once caught an escaped inmate...
from a supermax in Canon City.
- He shrink-wrapped himself. - Careful.
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.
Did you get that?
I'm sorry for losing it. It's all right.
But I can't just sit by with Frank's killer 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.
You want a selfie? Of course you do.
- Oh, you cut me off. - Thanks.
That's my good side.
You're welcome.
What the hell took you so long?
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.
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.
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 shot in Wyoming.
That charge, I am guilty.
The word is, you can't hit the side of a barn door, Joe Pickett.
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 killer, 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 weapon was used.
I've seen 100 wounds like this in game.
It's definitely a 30-caliber.
A 30-caliber bullet
is used in at least 11 configurations,
from a .308 carbine to a .30-06
to a .300 Weatherby Magnum.
Plus, if you're just basing your findings on the size of the hole,
it could easily have been a 7 mm
with seven more configurations.
Your shooter 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 killer,
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 kill 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.
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.
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 attacked
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.
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?
No, sir. But I do value my freaking time.
I just think he doesn't like the outdoors.
More of an inside cat.
Hell with this.
You wait for that bozo.
I'm heading out.
Gentlemen...
Please approach.
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 shot.
Now, there's three methods for us to choose from.
The grid method, which consists
of seven 90-degree turns
followed by seven intersecting 90-degree turns.
The fan method,
where we start at the center point,
walk away from it in a straight line, 50 yards or so,
complete a 170-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"?
Do you have some magical
fourth method you'd like to propose?
Well, if Frank got shot 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.
Nobody move.
Joe, get down here.
Uh, I'm good.
Joe, we are not moving till you see this.
No, no.
Put your cheek flat to the dirt.
Come on.
Okay.
So what exactly am I looking for here?
That.
Looks like heel marks.
Yeah, yes!
From where Frank's body was dragged.
We follow those,
they should lead us to the spot where he was shot.
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...
What should I do?
Sure.
I could marry them both.
What do they call that? A throuple?
You look great, Mom.
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 attacked 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.
Shoot.
My phone died.
Oh, what a shame.
So, as I was saying,
Kyle, he has the Wyoming pension plan.
I know how lousy that is. Believe me.
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.
I'm so happy you're here.
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.
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 asshole.
Sheridan!
You can't talk to people like that.
I'm so sorry.
The trajectory of the track
shows that Frank must have been shot
right there.
Not bad.
Whoever this shooter is,
he's a hell of a shot.
Doesn't look like Frank moved an inch after it hit him.
And this much blood from a single bullet.
That's a shot 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 kill.
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.
That's a footprint here.
Why, it's not just a footprint.
That's a fresh footprint.
This is from today.
Which means
our killer could still be out here.
Well, that doesn't make sense.
Why would the killer still be here?
Serial killers 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!
Oh, crap.
Luke? I'm fine.
Just pissed all over myself.
You savage!
That Thermos has seen more of this world than you ever will.
Argh! You wanna dance?
Hey, stop!
Shut up!
Both of you, shut up!
You're worried about the killer getting away?
Rifle shot'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 shoot you both.
And then we'll have two more murders to deal with.
Understood?
Excuse me.
This is Joe.
She did what?
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 asshole 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.
Saving the world.
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.
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.
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 died.
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 terrorist.
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.
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.
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.
Might as well have a robot hunting for ya.
No robot in the world could
possibly provide the high-level analysis...
How long they been at it?
Since about a half a second after you left.
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.
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.
Hey!
Ah, nature's soundtrack.
Just never get tired of it.
How's that sunset working for you?
Well, come here. See for yourself.
All right.
The bends and curves, you can see them all.
The difference,
is night and day.
Well, that's the second footprint.
The master has found an apprentice.
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 attacked you.
Yeah, and my horse.
Your horse?
That's a sacred bond to violate.
Yeah, and they almost killed me.
So why didn't anyone believe you?
Well, it just makes their jobs easier, I guess.
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.
I know what I saw.
I don't care what any of 'em say.
Those brothers,
tall guys?
Almost seven feet.
Why?
Our killer is well over six.
Maybe I'll meet these twins of yours.
Yeah.
Trail leads this way.
From here on out,
let's keep our voices down.
One of these days, I'm just going to shoot 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.
No blank postcards.
Nothing.
If that's what you want.
It's not my first choice.
But it's my final one.
Goodbye, Cricket.
What?
Who is it?
Go.
Who was that?
No time. Follow me. Run.
Go! Go!
Get in! Okay.
Take the wheel!
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.
We've got a long trip.
Oh, God. Okay.
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.
Except I never shot 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?
I grew up in Colorado.
You know, there's something I don't get.
Yeah, what's that?
Well, when the killer 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 tank.
And shot him dead with an AR-15.
That's not exactly justice for him.
Clearly, we have different definitions of justice.
What?
Someone's been through here.
I'll go right. You go left.
Ugh.
You smell that, brother?
It's the blood of that government man.
Drop your weapon.
Drop it.
Drop your weapon. Stand down!
What the hell was that? A gunshot, 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!
Drop your weapon! Stand down!
Joe, is that you?
Chris Urman.
Hey. Oh, God.
Who did I hit?
Oh, no.
Hey.
Oh, God.
No.
Hey, hey.
Shit.
"Buck Talk."
What have I done?
What the hell are you doing out here?
After I saw you at the hotel, I decided to come out here
and catch the killer 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.
Shit.
That's government property! Please!
Stop!
Okay, okay. Hey!
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.
Shit.
What the...
Those are gunshots.
Luke, what was that?
Luke, answer me.
Call 911.
Tell them we've got an active shooter and an officer down.
August 25th.
Windsor, Colorado.
Klamath was in town when each of these men was murdered.
Luke!
Oh, no.
Hey, Luke.
Oh, no.