- Stay.
Wacey Hedeman?
Don't worry. It's just me, Joe Pickett.
- Jesus, Joe Pickett, you scared the hell out of me.
I thought you might be the man of the house.
- He wouldn't knock.
- Well, what's going on?
I'm right in the middle of something.
- Mm.
Yeah, I figured this would be the place to find you.
- Hey, I'm on the campaign trail.
She's financing my bid for sheriff.
- With her husband's money?
- She earned every cent of that, Joe.
Don't take that away from the woman.
- Who's there?
- It's my colleague, Joe Pickett
from the Saddlestring district.
Don't worry. We go back a ways.
You can keep our secret, can't you, Joe?
Although, it's easier to keep a secret if you're in on it.
Why don't you take your pants off and come on inside?
She's got a thing for cowboy types in uniform.
And when it comes to sex, she is a freak.
- Wacey,
this is about Ote Keely.
Yeah.
I meant to reach out to you. - Right.
- I was sorry to hear about all that.
- Well, Ote was last seen with two other men
that were headed up to an elk camp
at Crazy Woman Creek.
- Mm-hmm?
- Those two men, whoever they were,
had something to do with this.
So I'm going to go up there, and I'm gonna check it out.
- Didn't Barnum already make an arrest?
- I think he has the wrong guy.
- Based on what?
- A hunch. -
Hunch? - Mm.
- The trail up to Crazy Woman Creek
is one of the worst rides in all of Wyoming.
That's a lot of effort for a hunch.
- I know.
That's why I need you to come with me.
You know the way, don't you?
- I do.
Think about it, Joe.
Whoever killed Ote, if they were up there,
they'd have to be three states away by now.
- Well, or they're just laying low in the middle of nowhere
waiting for it all to blow over.
- You're not gonna shoot whoever comes up looking.
- Right now, my wife and kids are hiding out in a motel.
I can't look them in the eyes
and tell them that it's safe to come home.
Not until I understand why Ote died there.
It's important, Wacey. I need your help.
I wouldn't ask if I didn't.
- I'm not sure how much safer they're gonna feel
if you go out there and get yourself killed.
I know this Ote thing's got you all shaken up, but...
This is a bad idea.
Bad idea. - All right, all right.
If you won't join me, well,
I guess I'll just head up there solo.
If you find anything, I'll, uh...
I'll let Barnum know.
I'm sure he'd love to take credit
for solving something like this.
- Wait.
God damn it.
You can't leave well enough alone.
I just took a Viagra. What a waste.
I guess being on the search team
will earn me some points in my run against Barnum.
Assuming we don't die.
It's an all-day ride up and back.
So let's meet at the base of the trail at sunrise.
And bring a horse.
Uh-oh.
- Hello, Warden. Quick visit?
- Forget it, babe. He's married.
- That's okay. I don't mind.
- No.
Joe's not like that. - Hmm.
Good for you.
- Get in there.
You better run. Give me back my hat.
- That's your baby's heartbeat.
- Always sounds like a galloping horse to me.
- 140 beats per minute.
Completely normal for little ones at this stage.
- Oh, I forgot to remind you we're not finding out--
- You're not learning the gender.
I know. You reminded me last time.
- Okay. Thank you.
- Hi.
I thought you couldn't make it.
- Found a way. - Come here. Can he listen?
Hear that?
That's her in there--or him.
- Hey.
- Hmm.
Everything all right at the motel?
- Yeah. - Girls okay?
- They seem fine.
My mom, on the other hand...
my mom can be a lot.
- I have no comment. - Smart.
- Listen, I feel bad about
what happened to Ote Keeley at home.
I want to make sure nothing like that happens again.
- You didn't kill him.
- I know, it just--
it feels like it could be related.
That incident between him and I.
- Yeah, we all tend to think life's
like this big chess game,
and we just make all the right moves,
win every match.
But life's not like chess.
It's poker.
And all we can do is just do the best you can
with the hand you're dealt.
And I have to pee. -
- You okay? - Yeah, yeah.
- Where's Mom?
- Ah.
Nice, healthy baby boy.
- ♪ Noel, noel ♪
- Merry Christmas, buddy.
- Look what I found.
Hey, open that up.
- ♪ Born is the King ♪
♪ Of Israel ♪
- We said next year.
- Well, he's practically a man already.
Thought he deserved it sooner.
Hey, don't worry.
I'll show him how to use it.
- - Hey, come on.
My dad gave me one at his age.
Look how I turned out.
Come on. Come here.
Mm.
- You'd better teach him. - I will.
You like it, Joe?
- Thank you.
- Hey.
If I somehow found out the baby's gender,
would you want me to tell you? - Did you find out?
- No, I'm just asking if you'd want to know if I did.
- No, I don't want to know.
I don't even want to know if you know.
You know. Do you know?
- No.
- All right, you pass the test.
- I'm going to be away tomorrow.
Probably out of cell service.
- Where are you going?
- Nate said
he saw Ote with two other men the night he died.
So I'm going looking for them.
- You're that sure Nate didn't kill him?
- Well, it's hard to say.
I mean, he seems capable of killing someone,
but it's just not sitting right.
- And Barnum agrees?
- No, no, nobody agrees with me.
- Joe, is there a chance this guy's playing you?
- Nobody's playing anybody.
I'm just looking into what he said.
- Okay, then,
I'd really like to talk to Nate myself.
- Why?
- 'Cause let's face it,
I have a better bullshit detector than you do.
- But that's not--
you're not even law enforcement.
- I'm a lawyer.
- Yeah, but not for murder-type stuff.
- Okay, well, you're not a murder-type stuff
investigator, either, sir.
- All right. I'll chat to Barnum.
- Sounds good.
Thanks.
Love you. - Mm.
- Pull.
- Good shot. - Nice.
- Oh.
Mom, it's Vern.
- Some nice horses you've got out there.
- Yeah, no shit. -
- Sweetheart.
Go get some lemonade for us, okay?
- Yes, Grandma.
- The trap thrower's not working.
Do you mind?
- Sure, Opal.
- Pull.
Pull.
- Ooh.
Made a mess all over you.
Don't you just hate that?
Tell me,
why is the new game warden
heading up to Crazy Woman Creek?
- Don't worry.
He's not going to be a problem.
- Pull.
How are you so sure?
- He's looking into Ote Keeley's death.
Ote died at the house.
That's all he's focused on.
- And what does he know about that?
- Nothing.
- Keeley didn't say anything?
- All Ote did was die.
I talked to Joe about it.
If he knew something, he would have told me.
Remember, this is the same guy that ticketed Governor Budd
for fishing without a license.
Not the brightest light.
Ote Keeley stole his gun from him.
He probably thinks it's got something to do with that.
Don't worry.
This is nothing.
- I never worry,
but I do hate a mess.
Boys, what do we do with our messes?
Clean them up ourselves.
- That's right.
Anything else would be bad manners.
You've got manners, don't you, Vern?
- There's no mess to clean up.
No mess at all.
Vern Dunnegan has it all under control.
- Sheriff, you wanted to see me?
- Yeah.
The computer
cannot read Nate Romanowski's fingerprints.
Redo it.
- All right.
- Really should take more pride in your work.
- Cricket? - What?
- You call those prints?
- I don't know. Yeah.
- So you think that someone can actually read these then, huh?
Hey, redo them.
And have some more pride in your work.
Hey.
Look what I found. A day-old sandwich.
- It's too hard.
My teeth are still loose.
- Yeah, well, the law says that I need to feed you.
It doesn't say you get to order room service.
- It's true.
The hottest hot peppers can kill you.
People die every year from hot peppers.
- That's not true. - Yes, it is.
I know someone who died from eating a hot pepper.
- No, you don't. - Hi.
Who were Ote Keeley's friends?
- Um, this is a knitting club.
- Okay, well,
it's been a while, but mind if I borrow this?
- Go ahead.
- So.
Ote was last seen with two guys.
Any idea who they were?
'Cause he died at my house,
and now I'm afraid to go home.
And as you are well aware, I'm new in town.
So unfortunately, I don't even have any friends
to tell me who to look out for.
- All right.
If I was a gambling man, which I'm not,
I would bet donuts to dollars
it was Kyle Lensegrav and Calvin...
Something.
Ote didn't do much of anything
without those two shitheads attached to his hips.
- How dangerous are they? - Very.
They're sociopaths-- the whole bunch of them.
You'd be wise to steer clear.
- Thanks.
- Come in.
- There's a call for you, Sherriff.
- Who is it?
- Annie from Saddlestring Roundup
asking if you're going to go up to Crazy Woman Creek
with, um, Wacey Hedeman.
- Wacey Hedeman?
Thank you, Pickett.
Tell her I'm--
Tell her I'm going to send one of my best guys
with the wardens to keep them safe.
McLanahan!
Get in here!
- Yeah, yeah. Coming.
- Dad!
- Daddy!
- Hi.
Oh.
- Oh, oh. -
How was the motel?
- Traumatizing.
- Did you find out why that guy died in our yard?
- Not yet, honey.
I'm working on it.
- Is--is he still back there?
- No, Lucy. He's not there anymore.
- Where did he go?
- You mean like heaven?
- No, I mean like, did they take him
to the morgue or something?
- How do you know what the morgue is?
- Come on, Lulu.
Maxine!
- Come here, Maxine!
- Hey. - Hi.
- I thought you said that you were gonna stay at the motel
until we sorted this?
- I feel safe right here. - Uh-huh.
I just thought that, you know--
- Look, Joe, there are people all over the motel.
I don't know who's who.
Here at home, at least I know who belongs here
and who doesn't.
I can see danger coming.
- Well, I gotta leave at first light.
Not gonna be here to protect you.
- Protect me--
Joe, God help the son of a bitch
who shows up here tonight looking for trouble, okay?
You're just going to have to trust my judgment on this one.
- Dad, Buckaroo ate his food!
- Is Sheridan doing all right?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- A little shaken, I think, but yeah, she's all right.
So listen. - Mm.
Kyle Lensegrav and Calvin something-or-other,
those are the guys you're looking for.
- Uh-huh. - I asked around.
And they're dangerous.
I think you should stay here with us.
Sit this one out.
Send somebody else after them.
- Do you feel safe?
- What do you mean? - Right now in our home,
do you feel like we're safe?
- No, I don't.
- I don't, either.
We can't move on until we do.
I need to know what Ote's death meant,
why he came here.
The answers are up on that mountain,
and I need to find 'em.
- All right.
Just come back in one piece, okay?
- I will.
By this time tomorrow, I'll be home.
- All right. - Promise.
- Oh hey, I am meeting
with Nate Romanowski tomorrow.
So I'll let you know what I think when you're back.
- Hey, Vern.
- Joe, I heard about your plans.
You think that's such a good idea?
- Don't worry. I'll be fine.
- Well, I'm not so sure about that.
I can't go losing two of my best game wardens
over some ill-advised cowboy bullshit.
Now, if you think Ote Keeley was bad,
the degenerates that he ran with
will not hesitate to kill you.
- Yeah, well, they should assume the same of me
should it come to it.
- There is no more dangerous man in the world
than a poacher with his back against the wall.
Protect yourself, Joe.
Hang back.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Hey.
When this thing goes screwy--
and I've got a strong feeling it's gonna--
you make sure the blame falls on the wardens.
You understand?
- Yeah.
- Good.
- Hey, Pickett.
Does that come with a free hamster?
- Hey, Game Warden.
You should take the riot gun from the arsenal.
You know, a man's gun.
You don't know what you're gonna find.
Don't wanna take any chances up there, right?
- I'm more comfortable with this.
Suit yourself.
- Just like that.
You open the breech by moving the bolt handle
upwards as far as you can.
Never force it. It should come easily.
You wrap your right hand around the grip,
keeping your pointer finger outside the trigger guard.
Then you cradle the front guard with your other hand.
And you never touch the barrel.
It's just a .22, Joey.
It ain't a toy, but it won't belt you in the chops
every time you pull the trigger.
You want to take her out for a spin?
Good man.
Let's go.
- ♪ Sometimes I don't know where ♪
♪ This dirty road is taking me ♪
♪ Sometimes I don't even know the reason why ♪
♪ But I guess I keep a-gamblin' ♪
♪ Lots of booze and lots of ramblin' ♪
♪ Well, it's easier than just a-waitin' around to die ♪
- ♪ Oh, one time, friends ♪
♪ I had a ma, even had a pa ♪
♪ Well, he beat her with a belt once ♪
♪ 'Cause she cried ♪
♪ She told him to take care of me ♪
♪ Headed down to Tennessee ♪
♪ Well, it's easier than just a-waitin' around to die ♪
- You know, I'm not gonna lie...
I'm actually kind of excited
to be on this trek with you boys, huh?
I mean, even though, you know, we might not be best friends
or anything like that, I like it.
It's good to give back to the community
every now and then.
Well, me blessing you boys with my company
and, you know, showing you the way of the woods
is, well, kind of a gift to me.
- ♪ Ah, his name is Codeine ♪
♪ He's the nicest thing I've seen ♪
♪ Well, together, we're gonna wait around and die ♪
- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.
- Do you think a person can ride a bison?
- Um.
- If you put a saddle on it?
- Probably not.
I mean, you think with the amount of bison
roaming around here,
someone would have tried it already.
- Mm.
Yeah, maybe.
Or they figured horses were easier.
You know, path of least resistance.
- Or maybe it's just not possible.
Yeah, maybe.
- Um, do you mind if I fingerprint you again?
- Something wrong with the last ones?
- Yeah, the first ones didn't turn out so good.
- Can we make a deal? - Uh-huh?
- This bread's too hard to eat.
You give me some soup...
And I'll make those prints easy for you.
Can I help you?
- Yes, I'm here to see Nate Romanowski.
I'm Marybeth Pickett.
So you're the man who sent my husband up Crazy Woman Creek.
- Seems to me it'd be hard to send that man
anywhere he didn't want to go.
So he is going?
- Your lawyer should update you.
- Don't have a lawyer at the moment.
- You need one.
- Not if your husband proves my innocence.
- Sure, but saving your ass
isn't really part of his job description, is it?
- So why are you here?
- I have a background in law.
And frankly, a pretty good bullshit detector.
- Do you think I'm bullshitting your husband?
- I think it's a distinct possibility
given the circumstances.
Did you kill Ote Keely?
- No.
But to be honest, I probably would have,
if given more time.
- Okay. You really need a lawyer.
And the first thing they're going to tell you
is to stop saying things like that.
Or probably just stop saying anything at all.
Just stop talking.
Look, I don't know who you are or what your game is,
but if I find out you sent my husband up that mountain
as part of some con...
And he winds up hurt or dead...
I promise you'll regret you ever heard the name Pickett.
- Hey, you guys ever get an itch
that just wouldn't go away?
A couple years back, I had one on my inner thighs--
well, more of a rash.
Doctor asked me where I got it from, and I told him...
Hey, do you guys know
whether or not they make toothpaste for horses?
You never hear them say,
"You know, dentists recommend this for the horses."
I was wondering 'cause they have bigger teeth than we do.
- McLanahan, come on.
- Hey, hey.
Hold up.
Hey, guys, wait up, all right?
My horse is being an asshole here.
Hey, I swear I will punch you
right in the face, you hear me, huh?
- No, you won't.
- Yes, I--
Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy, girl.
- Having McLanahan on the payroll
is like having two good men gone.
- Hmm.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up.
- When I'm elected sheriff, first thing I'm going to do
is fire his ass
before I even order business cards.
- It's--it's all right.
Whoa, okay?
You're extra quiet today, Joe.
I got some news earlier.
- Good news or bad news?
- Turns out I'm having a son.
- Oh, well that's great, Joe.
Congratulations.
- Yeah, thanks. -
Aren't you happy about that?
- I'm not quite sure how I feel about that.
- What do you mean?
- Well, I had a--
I had a complicated relationship with my father.
I just--
I always thought I'd end up raising girls.
- Well, I'm happy for you.
You could use some testosterone
in that house of yours, if you ask me.
- All right, all right.
- You know, everybody thinks we're just a bunch of glorified
animal control officers.
All guts and feathers.
- On the slower days, maybe.
- Look at us.
It's like a boyhood dream come true, isn't it?
We're the good guys pursuing the bad guys.
Come on. [clicks teeth
It's exciting.
- It's...
Hard to describe.
- I hate these stupid animals.
Come on.
What's wrong with this horse again?
Do they have adoption for horses?
- Actually, I think your horse just let one go there, Pickett.
Shut up, McLanahan.
- Romanowski give you any sense
of who those other two guys might be?
- No, but I think I know their names.
Kyle Lensegrav and, uh,
Calvin something.
- Ah, shit.
- You know them?
- Yeah. Wish I didn't.
Mendez, that's his last name.
Calvin Mendez.
Arrested him once for skinning a live coyote.
Hell, he said it ate his pet ferret and he wanted revenge.
Yeah, that guy's a real sicko, huh?
- Maybe you're onto something after all, Joe.
God knows there's no honor among poachers.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You smell that?
- McLanahan, dead animal smell.
- Uh, something doesn't smell right.
- That is disgusting right there.
- Here, I got him.
- Yeah, something's off here.
I'm going to take a sample.
- For crying out loud, Pickett,
we're in a little bit of a hurry here, huh?
- What? - They're spooked.
- By what?
- Uh, my guess--whatever has been eating that elk.
- Oh.
Was that a bear?
- I don't know.
- Oh, I hate me a bear.
Go away. - Shut up, McLanahan.
- No, if you see a bear you gotta make noise you hear me?
- No, no, no, no. - Hey!
Hey!
- Hey, hey, hey.
- What the hell is wrong with you?
- God damn it, McLanahan. What's wrong with you?
- I thought there was a bear, all right?
- Now we have to chase after on own horses.
- No, they're spooked.
They'll run all the way back to base camp.
How much further is it, Wacey?
You think we can make it on foot before sundown?
- We can try.
- Maybe we should radio the guys, you know, just--
let them know that, you know,
we're going to be running a little bit late, yeah?
- Yeah, go ahead. Call it in.
- The horses took the radio.
- Yeah, the horses took the radio.
Bunch of thieving horses.
Come on.
- Okay, um, deal's a deal.
- Deal's a deal.
I'm afraid that's the best you're gonna get.
I burned them off a long time ago.
- Lucy, Emerald needs a bath.
- No, she doesn't.
- Yes, she does. She's got gravy on her.
- Feeling okay, Sheridan?
- I'm fine. Can I be excused?
- Sure. - Thanks.
- What's bothering you?
- Oh, it's nothing.
- I've seen her out there before.
- Yeah, me too.
Too bad you can't afford a decent therapist,
'cause it really seems like she might need one.
- There it is. Thanks, Mom.
- Are you expecting someone? - No.
Hi. - Hey, this is for you.
- For me?
- Discovery. - What?
- It's discovery.
Nate Romanowski said that you're his new lawyer.
- No, no, I'm not.
Please don't leave this here. I don't want this.
- Sheriff Barnum told me to give it to you.
If you don't want it, you're going to have to
call the office to tell him to tell me
to come back to pick it up tomorrow.
- That's ridiculous.
- Yeah, uh, I'ma-- I'ma need your signature.
- Sure.
- Sorry, that was... - Here you go.
- Weird.
- How close are we?
- Not close enough.
- That's what I was worried about.
- Yeah.
There's no shot we make it to their camp at daylight.
- It's fine. Let's keep pushing.
- Oh, you want to show up to their camp in total darkness?
- This whole thing is bullshit, all right?
They're probably not even up here.
- Well, if you didn't scare off the horses,
we'd know and be home by now.
- We should find a place to camp.
Take off at first light.
I don't like it, either.
- See I-I don't suppose either you brought a, you know,
energy bar or anything? My--
my blood sugar is low.
- I brought a full day's rations
for all three of us, just in case.
But the horses stole those too.
- Aw, shucks.
- I told you this was a dumb idea, Joe.
- Yeah. -
I think there's a place to camp just up at the top of this.
A little bit of cover to start a fire.
- Gonna need it.
- Okay, honey bunny.
You snug as a bug in a rug?
Let me see. Let me see.
Is Emerald snug?
- Dad's not home yet, is he?
- No, he's not, but don't worry.
You'll see him in the morning, okay?
- Mom, can I tell you something?
- Yeah. Yeah, honey. What's up?
- I saw that man--
the one who died--
being mean to dad.
I knew he was bad. - Okay. Hey.
There's nothing to worry about anymore, all right?
- I didn't think it would happen like this.
I wanted that man to die. I wished for it.
- Okay.
Hey.
Wishes,
they can't make things like that happen, okay?
If they could, we'd all have unicorns and be millionaires.
- But sometimes if you wish hard enough, they come true.
- Really?
- No.
No, Lucy.
Your sister's just letting her imagination
get the best of her.
Right?
Hey, it's okay.
I promise.
I love you. - I love you too.
- Sleep tight.
Don't let the bed bugs bite.
- Don't listen to her.
Your imagination can bring you gifts.
I'll make sure Dad comes home.
- Good night. - Good night.
Good night, Daddy.
Go get them.
- Well, forgot about this,
but I got something those damn horses didn't steal.
Some bourbon.
- I'm finally starting to see your value, Deputy.
- Yeah, yeah. -
- Mmm.
- Pickett, I gotta know.
What's the deal with that rifle?
- It was a Christmas present from my dad.
- You any good with it?
- I was dubbed worst in my class
at the Game Warden Academy. - Mm.
I'm not sure I'd brag about that.
- Yeah, I guess I'll be sticking close to you, Wacey.
Even though you're, you know, an asshole.
- I only seem to be able to hit things that are in motion.
- Mm.
At the academy, they only tested us on static targets.
Never any good at that.
- Sounds like good old Ote
didn't need to take your gun from you after all, Pickett.
Hell, you couldn't hit him in the first place, huh?
- Hey, I heard that Ote had a cooler with him in your yard.
What was the deal with that?
- Still trying to figure that out.
- What was in it?
- Wasn't there some shit pellets?
Yeah, I sent them up to Cheyenne for analysis.
Should be back soon.
- Well, maybe it's nothing.
Maybe we'll never know.
And the only one who does
is stupid, dead Ote.
- Hey, you ever figure that maybe Ote was just
bringing you a couple beers? -
- You know just pop a couple, forgive each other.
- Hey, did you hear that Joe's gonna have baby boy?
- Damn, really? - Mm-hmm.
Wow, that's some great news, Pickett.
Having a boy--it's one of the best things ever.
- You got one? - Yeah.
You know, it's no different than raising girls,
except the boys are more emotional.
- Yeah--whoa.
It sounds funny, but it's true, all right?
- I think it's different raising girls.
It's pure.
Special.
I got the sense from my dad
that he always saw me as some sort of rival
for my mother's affection, I guess.
I just hope the same thing doesn't happen
to me and my son.
Because a mother should always love her son
more than her husband.
That's the natural order of things.
I just hope I can adapt to it better than my dad did.
- Jesus, Pickett.
You dark son of a bitch.
No wonder you don't talk much.
I wouldn't either if that's the kind of crazy
Dr. Freudian shit swirling around in my mind.
Well, I think it's a great thing.
Every man wants to have a boy.
- Yeah.
- Marybeth? I was just about to call you.
- Vern, I'm glad you-- I'm glad you're there.
I've been trying Joe. Have you heard from him?
- We lost all radio contact a few hours ago.
There's nothing to be concerned about.
The radio signal's weak up there.
- Okay, but he said he'd be home by sundown.
- Well, it's a long journey up.
Wouldn't surprise me if they had some sort of a hiccup,
had to call it, get some sleep,
start again at dawn.
We got a helicopter flying in from Laramie in the morning
for search and rescue just in case.
I've been doing this a long time, and I am not worried.
This is nothing.
It'll be fine. I'm sure of it.
- Okay, Vern. Okay.
All right. Thank you.
- Figured they got enough.
- What's the deal with that rifle?
- It was a Christmas present from my dad.
- My dad gave me one at his age.
Look how I turned out.
Okay.
Now just squeeze the trigger.
Come on. Focus, Joey.
You're not concentrating.
You know what you need?
You need a little motivation.
How about this, huh?
If you miss again,
I pour this beer all over your head, huh?
Come on.
Go.
What?
Come on. It's funny, man.
Come on!
- Who's there?
- Good night.
See you in the morning.
Good night.
- Let's go.
- It's right up there.
Here we are.
Yeah.
- Whoever's in the tent, we're law enforcement agents.
We've got you surrounded.
- Come on out with your hands up!
- Whoa, oh! They have rabies!
- They're here, both of them.
Dead.
- What?
Oh, God.
Oh--oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
I'm gonna--
I'm all right, I'm--
Oh, God.
Oh, yeah, God,
that's definitely Kyle and Calvin, all right.
Hell, Pickett. You were right, huh?
- Wait.
There's three horses there.
Should only be two.
Anyone see where that came from?
- I got nothing.
- Wacey. - I don't see 'em.
- We're law enforcement agents.
McLanahan, spread out.
Wacey.
- Let's go get 'em.
- You're gonna get us killed, Pickett.
- Wacey!
- Shit, Joe.
He almost killed me.
You just saved my life.
I thought you couldn't shoot.
- Yeah, well, I didn't have time to think.
- Joe, you're hit.
- I think it's, uh, buckshot.
- McLanahan, you dumbass. You didn't clear Joe?
- Someone was shooting at us.
- Holy shit, Joe.
You were right the whole time.
And now you're injured in the line of duty.
You're a goddamn hero.
They gonna give you a goddamn medal.
- Okay.
But so who's that?
- ♪ Sometimes I don't know where ♪
♪ This dirty road is taking me ♪
♪ Sometimes I don't even know the reason why ♪
♪ But I guess I keep a-gamblin' ♪
♪ Lots of booze and lots of ramblin' ♪
♪ Well, it's easier than just a-waitin' around to die ♪
♪ Oh, one time, friends ♪
♪ I had a ma, even had a pa ♪
♪ Well, he beat her with a belt once ♪
♪ 'Cause she cried ♪
♪ She told him to take care of me ♪
♪ Headed down to Tennessee ♪
♪ Well, it's easier than just a-waitin' around to die ♪
♪ I came of age and I found a girl ♪
♪ In a Tuscaloosa bar ♪
♪ Oh, she cleaned me out and hit it on the sly ♪
♪ Well, I tried to kill the pain ♪
♪ I bought some wine and hopped a train ♪
♪ Seemed easier than just a-waitin' round to die ♪