FBI: Most Wanted (2020–…): Season 4, Episode 18 - Rangeland - full transcript

- Boss!

Will, get in here, quick.

- Damn, Charlie.
What's going on?

We running out of coffee?
- Look.

- Son of a bitch. They're
stealing my cattle.

- Hey!

The hell you think you're doing?

- Take it easy, Mr. Dewey.

It's been five years.

You knew this day was
coming sooner or later.

- I want you off my land, now.



- I'm afraid we can't do that.

- I'm not asking,
I'm telling you.

- Show him, Ron.

- Damn, Will.

He was going for the warrant.

- I thought it was his gun.

- Morning.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How you doing?
- Good.

Just catching up on some emails.

- Giddy up.

Two agents from the
Bureau of Land Management

disappeared
yesterday in Wyoming.

- Wouldn't our West
Coast team catch that?



- They're in hot pursuit
of a fugitive in Mexico,

high profile cartel case.

Isobel wants us to jump in.

- Jet's getting fueled,
we're wheels up in thirty.

- I'll call the
Cheyenne field office,

make sure we have some
Tahoes and an MCC.

- There's been tension
between Land Management

and some of the locals.

They're not gonna be
happy to see a crew

of New York Feds
up in their grill.

You joining this
goat rodeo or what?

- Yes, sorry.

- There are 18 million acres of
federal land here in Wyoming.

The Bureau of Land Management
is responsible for all of them.

- The agents that disappeared...

- Mike Palmer and Ron Dodson.

- What were they working on?

- They were executing
a seizure warrant

on a cattle rancher
in Lincoln County.

- They were taking his
animals? His livelihood?

- These ranchers lease
federal land to graze a herd.

Some of them think that they're
entitled to graze for free.

When they refuse to
pay on their leases,

the law says that we can take
their livestock as collateral.

- You don't pay your mortgage,
the bank takes your house?

- Exactly.

- Who's the rancher they
were serving yesterday?

- A man named Will Dewey.

Now, his family has owned
a spread of 60 acres

in Lincoln County since
before I was born.

He stopped paying his
grazing fees five years ago.

It was 160 grand plus
penalties and interest.

- That's a big number.

- Well, we tried to work
something out with him,

but he wouldn't
come to the table.

So I filed the seizure warrant.

And Palmer and Dodson
were on their way

with the livestock
trailer yesterday morning.

That was the last
we heard of 'em.

- Mr. Dewey had some
errands to run in town.

- Well, we'll wait
here till he gets back.

- Suit yourself.

I expect he'll be
gone most of the day.

- Can I ask if you were
here yesterday morning?

- Yes, ma'am. I work
every day but Sundays.

Mr. Dewey gives me the
day off for church.

- Did a couple of agents from
the Bureau of Land Management

happen to pay a visit?

- No, ma'am. I get here early.

I would have seen
them if they did.

- Maybe you noticed
the livestock trailers

they were towing in the area?

- Nope.

Something happen to them?

- Possibly.

- Ah, I can't say I'm surprised.

A lot of folks out
here don't take kindly

to Land Management.

- What about your boss?

- Mr. Dewey's got no beef
with them, far as I know.

- Is he up on his grazing fees?

Don't do the man's books,
just look after his animals.

I gotta get to town
to pick up some feed.

Anything else?

- Not at the moment.

Thank you for your time.

It looks like Will
Dewey conveniently

made himself scarce today.

- I'm thinking
good old Charlie's

playing country dumb.

- It could be.

If it was an act, it
was a pretty good one.

- Whoa.

Hold on a second.

We've got a new chain
on a rusty gate.

- Yep.

Those look like
dual-wheel tire tracks.

Could be from a
livestock trailer.

- Yeah.

Pants on fire, Charlie.

- But other than his issues
with Land Management,

Will Dewey is an
upstanding citizen.

He was born and
raised on the ranch.

He graduated from
local high school.

He has no criminal record.
- Family?

- His father died
eight years ago

and left the ranch to him
and his older brother, Cole.

- And where does Cole live?

- In a town called Kemmerer.
It's the county seat.

- But he still owns
a piece of the ranch?

- It looks that way.

- Do we have cell phone
locations on these hombres?

- No... either the phones are
off or they're in the dead zone.

We don't get great service
out here in the boonies.

- Okay, time to track
down the Dewey brothers.

- Where are they?

- In here.

Damn, boys.

You two really humped
the heifer this time.

- Your brother shot him, not me.

- I thought they were
stealing our cattle.

- With Land Management
patches on their jacket?

Did you clean up
where this happened?

- The best we could.

- FBI came to the ranch.

Charlie thinks we need
to call the sheriff.

- No.

Ain't nobody going to the law.

- Well, then what do...
What do we do with the truck

and the two bodies?

- Listen, Charlie...

I need you to trust
me on this, okay?

- Cole.

- What did you do that for?

- Are you that dumb?

Old Charlie here was
about to rat you out.

- Oh, God.

Now you're leaving?

- This is your mess, Will.

You clean it up.

- I got worried when Charlie

didn't come home
from work yesterday.

I stayed up all
night waiting for him

and then reached out
to Sheriff Franklin

first thing this morning.

- Have you tried
calling your husband?

- A hundred times.

It goes right to voicemail.

- Has Charlie ever
not come home before?

- Never.

He's not one to miss his supper.

- I reached out to you
because I don't have

a good feeling about this.

I'm guessing it
has something to do

with those missing
federal agents.

- Because Charlie was
working for Will Dewey.

- Yeah, it's no big secret
the Dewey ranch was underwater

with the Land Management.

What do you know about
Will's brother, Cole?

- A bit.

Why, do you think he's involved?

- I wouldn't be surprised.

Cole runs something they call
the Ranchers' Cooperative.

Started out as a
handful of cattlemen

with a common set of problems.

- Like paying the Bureau
of Land Management

for grazing rights?
- Well, there's that.

But under Cole's
leadership, it shapeshifted

into something else,
something closer

to an anti-government militia.

Cole suddenly got invested
in getting my job.

Ran against me last
November for county sheriff

and nearly beat me, too,
when a few ranchers showed up

to be armed poll watchers
and intimidate my supporters.

- You think Cole
could be harboring

his brother someplace?

- Well, they don't
really see eye to eye,

but blood is thicker than the
Bureau of Land Management,

so yeah, it's possible.

- Thank you, Sheriff.
- And just one thing.

Watch your step
with these ranchers.

They have grievances and guns,
and that's a cocktail party

you don't want any part of.

- Why don't you drive out
to Cole's place with us?

- I'm one step ahead of you.
You checked on Cole Dewey?

- Uh, he's not home, and
he's not answering his phone.

I got Moss and Echavaria
sitting on his place.

- If Cole's in the wind,
he's in this neck deep.

- Damn you, Will.
- What's wrong?

- Now I got the sheriff's
department watching my house,

all 'cause of you.

- They follow you here?
- Do you think that I'm stupid?

You're the jagoff
that screwed up.

You know what?

I'm done with you.

You just leave me out of this.

I'll make sure I visit you
when you're on death row.

- Cole?

- What?

- What am I supposed to do?

- The FBI is not gonna stop.

Not till they nail
us both to a cross.

So we're gonna seize the moment.

- Seize it?

How?

- First thing we're gonna do,

you're gonna get
rid of this truck.

After that...

You and me, we're gonna
go down to Cold Springs.

We're gonna take matters
into our own hands.

- The sheriff was just
down at the Dewey ranch.

Nobody there but cattle.

- Put BOLOs out
on Will and Cole.

- Look, I've been reading up
on this Ranchers' Cooperative

that Cole Dewey runs,
and it's nothing

but a bunch of angry men.

- Well, the sheriff
did say they have guns.

- Everybody has guns out here.

- And they also
have a manifesto.

"The U.S. government
has no rights

"to land outside
of Washington D.C.

"and that the Bureau
of Land Management

"is nothing but a
cartel that survives

on robbery and intimidation."

- And this man was
almost sheriff here.

- Tax evasion was just
a feather in his cap.

- He quotes and misquotes the
Constitution all the time.

I mean, state counties
are sovereign,

sheriffs are the
highest law of the land.

We get the picture.

- Sheriff Franklin
just got a call,

a hunter spotted a
wrecked pickup and trailer

at the bottom of a ravine.

- Right.
- Yep.

- That's a Land Management rig.

- Nobody in the driver cab?

- I doubt the driver walked
out of this wreck alive.

- Somebody must have
pushed it off the road

before they jumped out.

- Let's get this thing open.

Oh, God.

- Agent Palmer and
Dodson, both shot dead.

- That's Charlie
Williams with them.

- It looks like
he was strangled.

- Felicia's gonna be a mess.

- And he's got
broken fingernails.

He definitely put up a fight.

- Why kill a man who's worked
for your family for 40 years?

- Cole and Will Dewey are
shedding their liabilities.

This is only gonna get
worse before it gets better.

- Nice to meet
you, Mr. Garrett.

- Do I know you?

- We're the Dewey brothers.
- What?

Wait.

- We have a little
errand to run together.

You just keep your wits about
you and get in the truck.

- What... what are
you doing? Wai...

- The tire tracks match
the truck and trailer

at the Dewey ranch.

- Palmer and Dodson
were definitely there.

- Okay, so where are we?

The brothers ambushed
them when they tried

to seize the cattle,
Charlie witnesses it,

so they kill him too.

Anything from Barnes and Ray?

- They executed
both the warrants

at the Dewey Ranch, but no leads

on where they are
or who they're with.

- They could be anywhere.
This is their backyard.

They've got rancher friends
all over the county.

- Let's drill down on this
Ranchers' Cooperative.

I want a list of every member.
- I'm on it.

- We should also run down
those poll watchers...

And
any contributors

to Cole Dewey's
political campaign.

- Good idea. Remy Scott.

Where?

Copy that. We're on our way.

Sheriff Franklin has
eyes on Cole's pickup

heading north on 241,
three miles out of Afton.

- Okay. I'm in their comms.
I've got eyes on her.

- You two stay here and run ops.

Have Ray and Barnes
join me in the pursuit.

- What's the login
for those comms?

Hana?

- Sending it now.

Sorry.

- Still northbound on 241.

You got about eight miles.

- What's our ETA
to intercept them?

- 20 minutes, give or take.
- Ray, pick up the pace.

We got a lot of ground to cover.

- You know this is a
big-ass state, right?

- All units, suspects
are pulling over.

- Remy, sheriff says
they're stopping.

- Tell her not to engage,
backup's on the way.

- Sheriff, this is Agent
Gaines with the FBI.

Do not engage.

We've got people on the way.

- I don't think I have
a choice at this point.

Stop right there.

- Let's keep this
friendly, Molly.

- Friendly, sure.

I'm gonna need to see both
you boys on the ground first.

- There's no reason to be
pointing that gun at us.

We're not armed.

- You wanna take me in, I'll go.

I'm an innocent man.

- That'll be up to the jury.

Now get on the ground.

- Do what she says, Will.

- Now you too, Cole.

- Look, my brother surrendered.

Take him and be on your way.

- I'm not gonna ask you again.

- You know, I don't believe that

you're gonna gun down your
unarmed political adversary

over a traffic stop.

That's very bad optics, Molly.

- Who's in there?
- That's my dog, Milo.

- Easy, Molly. Easy.

Stop moving!

Get her up, Will.

- I don't know about this, Cole.

- Shut up and get
her in the truck.

- What's going on here, Cole?

- You'll see.

- The FBI is right behind me.

- Screw them.
- Let her go!

- How much further, Hana?

- Three miles.

- Have you heard
from the sheriff?

- Nope. I can't get
her on the radio.

- That's not good.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Hey, that's Cole's pick-up!
- Turn around.

- You guys have us?

- Yeah. What happened
to the sheriff?

- I didn't see her.

- No visual on Cole's truck yet.

Seconds behind.

- All right, there's
a fork in the road

about a half mile ahead.

He could go either way.

- Ray, take left.

- Copy.

- Remy, don't take
the first turn.

You can intercept them if
you go down Blue Hole Road.

It's your second right.

Blue Hole Road.

- Got it.

- Hana! What the
hell just happened?

I'm all out of road up here.

Ray, tell me you have them.

- We got nothing on our end.

- I don't understand.

- He must have went your way.
- No, they didn't!

- What is this?
- Hana, talk to me.

- Blue Hole Road is
closed due to snow melt.

- I missed the
alert. I'm sorry.

- Don't be sorry,
just do your damn job.

- What's going on with you?
- Nothing.

- Hana, yesterday I walked
into the muster room,

you were up to something
on your computer.

Today your head's been...
I don't know where.

Please, what is going on?

- Earlier today I, um...

I received this...

- Who is that?

- Um, it's... it's
this guy I met online.

Look, it's a long story...
- Hana, get rid of that.

- It's on a protected browser.

- Yeah, fine, listen.

Oh, God.

Can you focus right now?

- Okay.
- Kristin, are you there?

- Go for Kristin.

- We've been trying
to get you on comms.

- Yeah, they went down for
a second, but we're back.

What's up?

- So we found the sheriff's car.

She's gone, but
her service weapon

and cell phone
are on the ground.

The Deweys must have taken her.

- Does Remy know?

- Yeah, he's on
with their dispatch,

units are on their way.

- Copy that.

- This was fired recently.

She might have
gotten a shot off.

- Yeah.
- What's that?

- It's a mini Constitution.

Found it over
there with the gun.

- Lincoln County
Ranchers' Cooperative.

- They must have dropped it
when they took the sheriff.

- Well, I wonder what the
Bill of Rights has to say

about kidnapping
a police officer?

- Right?

What are these guys up to?

- Let's settle down.

Take a seat.

Now is the time
that we, the people,

take back our county.

This is our land,
not some outsider

from the Bureau of
Land Mismanagement.

I move to charge Ken Garrett

with cattle rustling
and armed robbery.

- Oh, you gotta be kidding.

- He is also responsible
for the deaths

of three men in Tucker's Ravine.

- Oh, hold on. I did
not kill anybody.

- What name is on
the seizure warrant

against your ranch, Will?

- Ken Garrett.

- You may not have
pulled the trigger,

but it is your hand that
set this all in motion.

- I was just doing my job.

- Your job.

What about our jobs, Garrett?

Our families, our livelihood,

which you and your
government agency

couldn't give a damn about.

- Mm-hmm. Damn straight.

- Blake.

How far back was your
family running cattle

in that allotment?

- Since before Land
Management was chartered,

till last year, that is.

- When Ken Garrett here
canceled your lease...

- For environmental control.

- They said it was
too dry to graze.

I had to sell off my whole herd.

- And that is what happens
when Uncle Sam owns half.

They own half of our rangeland,

and that is unacceptable.

What about you, Sullivan?

- Land Management closed
down the access road I used

to move my herd
between pastures.

I had to haul my cattle
on the highway instead,

till the day a semi crashed
into one of my trailers.

Most of you know the rest.

- For those of you
who do not recall,

it was Sully's
oldest son, Caleb,

that was behind the
wheel of that trailer.

May he rest in peace.

And why did the Feds
close that access road

in the first place, Sully?

- To protect an
endangered species.

A damn snail.

- A snail.

- You all should know
the Feds dissolved

my allotment last year.

I had to mortgage my spread
to lease some private grass.

Now the bank's
trying to foreclose.

Me and the kids are
gonna lose the ranch

and wind up living in the
trailer park in Cokeville.

- Now's your chance.

What do you have to
say in your defense?

- I was looking at the same map.

I didn't see the
road closure, either.

- This is Hana's skill set.

It's why she's here.
- Mm-hmm.

No one's more upset
about it than she is.

- This is not the first time.

She also screwed up
with that traffic cam

in Brooklyn a few weeks
ago, and the bank heist.

What the hell is happening?

Is she okay?

- Something's going on with
her in her personal life.

I'll talk to her
about it later, okay?

Right now she's good.

- She messed up. She knows it.

I think we move
on.

- We got something.

- Just heard from the
Wyoming State Police.

An hour before the BOLO
went out on the Deweys,

they were seen
stuffing Ken Garrett

into their truck outside
his office in Cold Springs.

- The Land Management director.

- Remy and I met
with him yesterday.

- There were two hostages in
that pickup when it got away?

- Right now, we need to
figure out why they'd take him

and where they're going.

- I am making progress.

I mean, we can talk
about it unless you

wanna keep talking about me?

- Easy.

- So the mini Constitution
that Ray found down

at the sheriff's
car, it's printed

at a small shop
called Laramie Press,

and you can only
order it by mail.

I called to see if they'd
sent to any addresses

in Lincoln County
and I got eight hits,

including Cole Dewey.

- Who are the others?
- Six men and one woman.

Now, I haven't been
able to find too much

on the mysterious
Ranchers' Co-op,

but my hunch is, is that
they're all members.

- There are seven people
we need to go see?

That's gonna take time.
- That's what I thought too.

I cross-referenced the addresses

with cell phone numbers,
and six of the numbers

converge to the same location

at a Grange Hall
in Alpine, Wyoming.

- That can't be good.

- It's much worse
than you think.

20 minutes ago, all six
powered down their cell phones.

- Two hostages
then a cattle call.

These ranchers are
up to something.

Notify the governor and ask them

to activate the National Guard.

We don't want another
Ammon Bundy standoff,

and this could be worse.

We have hostages.

Nice work, Hana.

- I don't make Land
Management policy.

I just... I carry it out.

All right, your issues
are with the suits in D.C.

- Just following orders, huh?

Does that old chestnut fly
here in Lincoln County?

- No!
- I didn't think so.

- I will take your
concerns to the bureau,

okay, all of yours!

And I am sure that we
can work something out.

- Are you all happy with that?

- Hell, no.
- No way!

- Then I say it's time we vote.

All of those in favor of
returning a guilty verdict.

Aye.

- All opposed?

Then let's do this.

- Do... do what?

What are you... wait.

Oh, hey, what are you...
What are you doing with that?

Hey. Hey.

No, no, hey, you don't
have to be doing this.

No.

All right.

All right, all right,
all right, hold on.

Hold on. Cole, this is enough.

- Will, shut your mouth!

Are you all gonna bitch and moan

like a bunch of snowflakes,

or are you gonna
back up the talk?

- No, no, please!
Don't do this!

I am an American, just like you.

- And that's the trouble
with democracy, Garrett.

Sometimes the vote doesn't
always go your way.

Bring in the sheriff.

She's next.

- Sheriff Franklin.

She swore an oath to protect
and serve our community.

But we are all very aware

that she is beholden
to her campaign donors.

- You can't do this, Cole.

- To the real estate developers.

To the tourist outfitters,

the transplants
from out of state

that stuffed our ballot boxes
last November's election.

- Which you lost.

Is that what this is about?

- This is a court of common law,

a last resort for those of us

still willing to uphold
the Constitution.

- This is a kangaroo court,
and you damn well know it.

I'll arrest everyone
here if you don't...

- You will shut
your mouth, Molly!

Or I will shut it for you.

- What's the status
on the National Guard?

- They're an hour away.

- Any eyes inside?

- Yeah, I've got
them. 10 or 12 men.

- I got ten vehicles out
back, mostly pickups.

They got long guns on the racks.

- Hana, can you tell
what's going on in there?

- It looks like Cole's
leading some sort of meeting.

- Any sign of Ken Garrett
or Sheriff Franklin?

- I don't know.

I don't have the whole room.

- She stands by
while armed agents

of the Federal government
trespass on your property

and steal your livestock.

- Cole.

Sheriff was never with them
when they came to my ranch.

- Will, sit down.

- As far as I know, Molly's an
honest woman and a good cop.

- Well then, why
didn't you vote...

- I did.

What do you know
about being sheriff?

Molly's bailed out many
of you in this room.

When Big Johnny got
in that bar fight,

who helped him
reduce his sentence?

Molly!

How about that DUI, Clayton?

- Sheriff Franklin and the
people that she represents,

the so-called
champions of progress,

they want our very way
of life to die out!

- Stop, Cole! Enough!

I'm cutting her loose.

- The hell you are.
- Get off me.

- I hold you in contempt.
Get him out of here.

- Get off me!

Get your hands off me!
What are you doing?

- FBI! Drop your weapons!

- Get back in!
- Back in here!

- Move back!
- Hurry, to the windows!

- Help me out here!

- Hold your fire. They
might have hostages.

- Take cover!

- Coming out the side door.

- We gotta get
out of here, Cole.

- Get to the trucks!

- They're on the run.

- All we want is
the Dewey brothers!

- The guard's still
15 minutes away.

If we go in, we're on our own.

- So are the hostages.

- Go tight on me.

Light up anything that moves.

- Don't shoot!
- Where's the sheriff?

- Back here.

- On your knees, cowboy!

- Are you okay?
- I am now.

- The ranchers just
turn tail on the Deweys?

- Looks that way.

That last salvo
was covering fire.

That's Katy Austin.

- We got her through and
through to the hamstring.

She lost a lot of
blood, but she's lucky.

Missed the femoral artery.

- Give me a phone, and
I'll call for an ambo.

- What about Garrett?

Where is he?
- Hey, Remy.

- Oh, no.

Oh, Cole Dewey's lost his mind.

- What happened in here?

- He convened the
Ranchers' Co-op

to put me and Garrett on trial.

- What for?

- Doing our jobs.

He must have figured he
looked like some kind

of anti-government folk hero.

- Could you ID the ranchers who
participated in this massacre?

- I can't swear who was in the
room when Garrett was hanged,

but Will Dewey turned
on his brother,

cold cocked him good.

He might be willing to cooperate

with the U.S. Attorney.

- Let's get him out of here.

- The National Guard
set up a position

a mile from here
down the mountain.

- Perfect timing, now
we don't need them.

- We should head
to their location

given what just went down.

We can use an escort to
the nearest federal lockup.

- Fine, put me in
jail, make me a martyr.

By the way, you played
right into my hands.

- Remy, we've got company.

- It's an ambush, back inside!

Everybody in!

- They've got us trapped.
That's the only road out.

- Any word from below?

- The guard's in
their own standoff

with another group
of armed ranchers.

So they can't get up
here, we can't get down.

- The ranchers want Cole.

Maybe we just turn him
over, deescalate all this.

- That just leaves somebody
else to clean up the mess.

- What if they decide
to wait us out?

We don't have any food or water.

- There's a trail just
to the north of here

through those woods
behind the hall.

I used to hunt elk up on
that ridge with my dad.

It runs all the way
down the mountain.

- How far is the trail?

- 50, 60 yards.

- They'll spot us
all on the move.

- All right, look.

I'll take Katy out
to the ranchers,

give you guys enough
time to slip out back.

- Still too many
people. They'll see us.

I'll take Cole myself.

Once he's in custody,
these ranchers

will stand down with
their leader under arrest.

- I think we sit tight,
wait on the guard.

- And do what?

Start a war up here?

- You don't even know
where the trail is.

- I'll go with you.

I can get us to the guard.

- Those ranchers have way too
much firepower to risk it.

- I'm still the
law in this county.

If I can't stand up to
these men now, I'm useless.

- The sheriff and I will
run Cole down this mountain.

The rest stay here.

Ray, make sure it's safe
then take her outside.

Cover his ass in case
this goes sideways.

We're about to go on a
little walkabout, Mr. Dewey.

If you make any effort
to alert your friends,

I will shoot you
where you stand.

Understood?

- Spoken like a true jackboot.

- I'll take that as a yes.

- Where's Cole?

- Your friend's bleeding out.

You need to get her
to the hospital.

- We need to see Cole.

Make sure he's unharmed.
- He's fine.

- Show us!
- You can deal with that later.

If you don't do
something right now,

she's gonna die out here.

- Come down off the
porch. Hand her over.

- You're coming too,
till we get Cole.

- Get your hands off me.

- We're on the trail.

Everyone okay down there?

- Ray had a moment,
but we're good.

- Stop stalling.

Listen to every word I say
or I'll ran my jackboot

straight up your ass.

- The ranchers have
the guard boxed out.

- Stand down. Put
your weapons down.

- We're gonna have
to sidestep them

or we're gonna walk right
into their blockade.

- What's the plan?

- Uh.

There is another
way to the flats.

If we can cross through
here without them seeing us,

then we're home free.

- Let's do it.

- Stand down.

End of the line, folks.

How you holding up, Cole?

- I've been better.

Come get these
damn cuffs off me.

- Sam, get the keys
from the nice officer.

- We got four federal
agents on our heels.

You really wanna die
for this blowhard?

- Hey, those Feds still
up there with you?

- Affirmative.

We've got 'em pinned down.

- Hand those keys
to my son, now.

- That's not gonna happen.

He just executed a man,
and you let him do it.

- Well, that's between
us and our maker.

Cole won't get a fair
shake in a federal court.

- Then it looks like we got
ourselves a big problem.

- No doubt.

- How's the new baby, Tom?

What'd you and Linda
name the little fella?

Huh?

Lester, I'm real sorry
to hear about your mom.

- Now, come on, boys.

She quit being your
neighbor the moment

she put that star on her chest.

- That steal you made at the end

of the Star Valley game, whew!

That was something.

You... you going out
for football next year?

- Cornerback.

- Blake!

What the hell are
you doing, man?

- Ain't nobody else
gonna die out here, Cole.

We used to be in the right.

Not anymore.

- Sheriff Franklin and
the Wyoming State Police

rounded up all the ranchers who
took part in the bogus trials.

- Well, when they're
done with that,

they can go after those
idiots that ambushed us.

I, for one, will be
happy to make IDs.

- I'm sure we all will.

- Hey, Hana, I'll be having
dinner with Cora tonight.

- Okay.
- All right.

Have a good night, ladies.
- Good night, everyone.

Great job today.

Great job today.
- You too.

- Thanks for sticking
up for me today.

- Of course.

- Kristin, we really don't
have to do this tonight.

- Tonight's perfect.

Ingrid's staying the
night at a friend's,

and I've been jonesing
for a cacio e pepe, so.

You wanna tell me what happened?

- Ever since I was abducted
by those pedophiles

in New Hampshire, I've been, uh,

moonlighting, I guess
you could call it.

- Doing what?

- I hunt for predators online

who are looking for young girls.

Last week I catfished
a guy named Graham.

I met him for dinner
with who he thought

was a 13-year-old girl
and blew up his life.

- How? You went to the police?

- No.

All the dirt that I had on him,

I sent to his
friends and family.

Then today...

He must have put it on auto-send

before he pulled the trigger.

Hana.

- I was careful.

He didn't have any
idea who I was,

and I didn't do
anything illegal.

- But you're dancing
in the gray area there.

- I really don't
need you to judge me.

- I'm not judging
you, I promise.

- I... I just wanted to
know what it felt like

to be in control again.

And if I'm honest, it felt good.

I didn't know he was
gonna kill himself.

But if there's one less
monster in the world

then I'm sorry
that I'm not sorry.

You don't understand.

- Yeah, I do.

- No, you don't.

Nobody does.

- I'm gonna show you something.

You see those scars?

- Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

- No.

You don't need to be sorry.

You don't even need
to know what happened.

You need to know that
you're not alone...

That all that pain and
helplessness and ugliness

and rage is part of it.

It doesn't go away.

So what do we do?

- You're doing it.

Right now. You talk about it.

You look at it,
you deal with it,

and you do everything you can

not to let it
interfere with the job.

Look, I get it.

Plenty of nights...
Plenty of nights

I came home and went
straight for the bottle, too,

believe me.

But you gotta break the pattern.

One step at a time, and
I know you can do it.

Who else knows
about this Graham?

- Nobody.

Just you.

- I think we keep it that way.

- Kristin, thank you.

- Yeah.

I've got you.