- Hi. - Hey.
- Oh, hon, your eye got worse overnight.
You should put some ice on that, okay?
- Yeah.
You're up early.
- I wanted to get some work done
before the clown show wakes up.
They sent eight more of these boxes
I got to get through before Nate's arraignment tomorrow.
Here.
- Oh, it's okay. I'll go downstairs.
I don't want to interrupt the home office.
- And, Joe,
I was thinking about what you said last night
about not being smart enough.
That's not it.
It's just, maybe sometimes you come on a little strong
for the new guy in a new town.
- Oh, well, Vern Dunnegan already gave me
the "ticket the tourists" speech.
- That is not what I mean.
No, look, it's like...
it's like if you'd only known bison your whole life,
and you get used to them,
you learn how to be around them safely.
And then one day,
you meet a bear, and you use the same strategy.
How do you think that would go for you?
- Not good.
- Right, not good.
I mean, maybe we've lived in bison towns our whole lives.
But this town's a bear,
and we need to treat it differently.
- So you think I should learn to play dead?
- No, Joe.
I think you're gonna wind up being dead if you don't learn
to avert your eyes and back away sometimes.
It's impossible to tell who's up to what in this damn town.
Maybe it's time we start playing our cards
a little closer to the vest.
We gotta start thinking like insiders, acting like insiders.
- Try and act like an insider?
Okay, I'll try.
- My God, they're practically giving houses away
in this place.
"Cozy." That's code for shithole.
- Okay, Mom.
How about we cool it with the real estate lessons?
- I thought you said our house was cozy.
- I was being generous.
- It's Sheridan, right?
If you do tell your dad, I'll kill him.
- Good morning. - Do you like this one?
- Morning. - Good morning.
- Missy. - Hm.
- You feeling all right, hon? - I'm fine.
- Hey, Sher, can you please eat something?
The bus is gonna be here any second.
- I already told you, I'm not hungry!
- Hon.
Okay, you see it now?
- Yeah, I'll go talk to her.
- Thanks.
- Hey.
What's going on with you, hm?
Sheridan, talk to me.
- Why did we even come here?
You promised it'd be different.
And it's worse.
I hate this town.
I hate this house. And I hate your stupid job.
- Hey. - What if you die?
What are we supposed to do then?
- Hey, Sheridan.
- ♪ I'm the lyrical gangster ♪
♪ Here comes the hotstepper, murderer ♪
♪ I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer ♪
♪ Big up the crew in-a the area, murderer ♪
♪ Still love you like that, murderer ♪
♪ No, no, we don't die, yes, we multiply ♪
♪ Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing ♪
- ♪ Touch them up and go, uh-oh ♪
♪ Cha-ch-cha-cha-ching, whoo-hoo ♪
- ♪ Hotstepper, hotstepper ♪
- ♪ I'm the lyrical murderer ♪
- ♪ Uh-uh ♪ - ♪ Uh, what-- ♪
- Wait. - What is it?
- Wait.
- What is it? - Do you hear that?
- I don't hear anything. What is it?
- That's what I mean.
- What is it, Violet?
What's going on?
- Oh, oh, my... - Oh, my...
What's hap--oh, my God! - Oh, oh!
- Oh, my... - Oh!
Oh, no, no!
- Vivian, Vivian, Vivian, don't look!
- Oh! - Vivian, don't look!
- Oh, my... - Oh!
- - Oh, buddy, come on in.
- Jeannie?
- Jeannie, it's Marybeth. I can hear you in there.
Can I come in?
- April. - Hi.
- Hi, are you okay?
Is your mom home? Could I come in?
- Yeah. - Thank you.
Jeannie, Jeannie.
Hey, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
Hi.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm filing an injunction for your case,
but Wyoming tenant rights aren't very strong.
I just want you to know that it might buy a couple months,
but the odds just aren't in your favor on this one.
- Great.
Just in time for me
to welcome my new bundle of joy into the world.
These babies are gonna curse us one day for bringing 'em
into this mean old world, huh?
- World's in a bad place.
That's true.
That's why we gotta fight for it.
People like us, mothers.
That's why we gotta fight.
- I don't think I got much fight left in me.
- That's okay.
That's okay 'cause
I got enough fight for both of us if you need it.
- It's okay. It's okay.
I know.
- Thanks for coming, Joe.
It's horrible, a real tragedy.
- I came as soon as I heard. - Just awful.
- What I don't understand
is why would a wolf kill all of them?
- All of them? - Every single one.
Why would it do that?
- I don't know.
Did you see them? The wolves, I mean.
- We were out visiting our cousins last night.
We didn't see anything.
- What are you thinking?
- Honestly, I don't know what to think.
That's a lot of damage for a wolf.
I mean, a pack would pick up a few,
wouldn't massacre a whole mob.
And despite this killing,
it doesn't look like the emus were actually eaten.
Has someone recently tried to buy your ranch?
- Uh... - Oh, yeah.
- Oh, yes, some lawyer. - Spencer Stone, that lawyer?
- Yes, that's him. - That's him.
- What was that all about?
I hate lawyers too, Joe,
but I can't recall ever seeing one rip an emu apart
with their teeth.
- I was just curious.
- You got it from here?
- Thanks, Vern.
- "With Mercury out of retrograde,
"this is the week to finally take a chance on romance.
"Be bold and ask your crush out.
A small spark could turn into a raging fire."
Okay, let's do you. When's your birthday?
- I don't have one.
- Everyone's got a birthday,
even the mysterious Nate Romanowski.
- Nope.
- Definitely a Scorpio, yep!
"You might be feeling trapped in your current situation.
"But be sure you've thought through
where any possible exits may be."
- Hold on, let me see that. - What?
- The paper, give it here.
Any chance this is in print only?
- No, I think
"Saddlestring Roundup's" been digital since 2014.
- They'll be coming for me now.
- I hope you find who did this.
And I hope you kill 'em mean.
- Dad!
- Get back in the house!
Come on! It's funny, man.
- Where are you planning on putting this thing?
- Oh, I have it all worked out.
I'm gonna put our clothes under the bed
and then clear out the closet and turn it into a baby nook.
It's gonna be great.
- That's smart.
You're gonna give that baby good therapy material
right from the get-go.
- Hi!
- Missy, wanna watch "Ghost Files"?
- Oh, that's the highlight of my day, sugar.
I'll make the popcorn. - Hi, hon.
- That thing better not be going in my room.
- Oh, I see you're really warming up
to being a big sister.
Hey, hon. How was your day?
- It was fine.
- Hi!
- Hey, April.
- You said I could visit.
- Sure did. I'm so happy to see you.
Aw, he missed you, huh?
- Uh...
can I see where my dad died?
- Yeah, hon.
Of course you can.
Come on.
You know, my dad died when I was about your age.
- What happened to him?
- Helicopter crash, a training exercise.
He was a Marine.
This is right where we found him.
- Sometimes, when I wake up, I forget.
I think he's out on a hunting trip or something.
But then I remember.
That ever happen to you?
- Still does sometimes.
Less than it used to, but yeah.
I'll be having a dream where I'm talking to him,
and then I'll wake up, and I'll remember.
When I was your age,
I wish someone had told me that this will always hurt.
And that's okay.
But in time, it won't hurt as bad as it does today.
And that's okay, too.
Hey. You want to go for a ride?
Hey, Sheridan.
We're going on a ride.
- Right now? Do we have to?
- Fresh air will do you good. Not taking no for an answer.
You know, I'm not gonna be able to ride much longer.
- You know, I was just a little bit older
than you girls when I first moved to Wyoming.
I hated it.
I was a city kid before that.
And I found the quiet deafening.
All the kids at school thought I was a weirdo.
I couldn't walk to the mall, to a movie theater.
I was miserable.
- What changed your mind?
- I met my first horse, Layla.
She had the most beautiful jet black coat, a lot like Elway.
It was love at first sight. My mom married a rancher.
He was my second least favorite stepdad.
But he taught me how to ride.
If I wasn't at school, I was out on Layla.
- Layla's a nice name, Mom.
We should add that to the baby name list.
- That's a great idea, hon.
- Pickett!
Pickett!
The hell you doing here?
Hey!
What the hell is that?
- I think you know. If you don't, your dogs do.
That's why I'm taking 'em.
- What do you mean? - We're confiscating your dogs.
- Hey! You can't do that.
- Yeah, I can! And I am.
You're negligent at best.
- This is a dumb mistake, Pickett.
You don't mess with a man's animals.
- Why don't you tell that to the Bouviers?
Now I know you think you're above the law.
That's changed.
- Come on.
Come on!
- How could you? - Jesus, Vern.
What are you having, one of everything?
- You didn't have to kill them. Those emus are all they have.
- You keep your goddamn voice down, Vern!
Arlen and Momma have lost faith in you.
Too many loose ends, too many unforeseen problems.
You're sloppy, Vern. Or you're stupid.
Either way, we're out too much money on this
to take your word on things any longer.
- I don't want to be a part of this anymore.
- Vern, you got us into this.
We bet our ranch on it.
And what we have here is a binary situation.
Either it succeeds or you die.
Shit!
And speaking of loose ends, your boy,
Joe Pickett, hasn't seemed to lose interest in all this.
Seems like you might have misjudged him, Vern.
And Momma and Arlen,
they think he's too close.
- It's too soon for that. Let me talk to him.
You see the way he hit that guy?
No, you break your wrist punching a guy like that.
Here, come on, get up.
- Let's keep watching the movie.
- Oh, come on, these kids are soft.
We gotta toughen them up a little bit.
It's a cruel world out there.
You gotta know how to defend yourself.
Put your hands put up. Come on, put your hands up.
- I just think there's better ways to handle things.
- Yeah?
Well, of course there's better ways to handle things
until there ain't.
- Vic, come here.
- George. - Right here.
Hit him, Vic.
Come on, come on. Put your hands up.
Now hit him.
Like this. Put your hands up.
Hit him, Vic.
Vic!
Oh, my--on the chin, Vic.
Hit him on the chin. Hit him on the chin.
Come on, let's see how you defend yourself
with your "better ways to handle things."
Hit him, Vic! Hit him!
Again.
Again!
Are you crying? Jesus Christ, hit him.
- You don't have to, Victor. - Hit him, again!
Hit him!
- - Yes!
- I know you like to think of yourself as better than me.
I used to think the same thing about my dad.
But when you grow up, you'll learn,
the apple don't fall too far.
- I never did apologize for that, did I?
- There's a lot we never talked about.
- Joe, Joe, I found it. I found it.
I know how to get Nate out of prison.
- What time is it?
- They buried it in the autopsy report.
It wasn't the arrow that killed him.
Come here. -
Okay, all right, I'm up. - Okay, okay.
Ote died of a cerebral hemorrhage,
not from blood loss, which means
the poison was the murder weapon, not the arrow.
And they have nothing tying Nate to the poison.
It's right here.
- How do you even read that? - I know.
- Tetra-methy-lene- disulfo-tetra-mine.
That's the poison? - Yeah.
- I've seen that before. Hold on.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
These are the tox reports from the vulture
that Nate dropped here and from the elk sample
that I took when I headed up to Crazy Woman Creek.
Both of them were poisoned.
- Oh, my God. - It's the same poison.
- The poison that killed these animals is the same poison
that killed Ote.
Holy shit.
- This is it. This is how we nail 'em.
So if we could somehow tie this poison to the Scarletts,
then Barnum would be forced to investigate them finally.
We can bring the whole thing down.
- Follow the poison. - Follow the poison.
- I've got all day, Ernie, really.
- Taylor.
- Oh, hey. - Ernie.
- Yeah. - How's his recovery going?
- Well, he'll never fly again.
You know, a broken wing will do that.
But that doesn't mean he can't have a nice life
on the ground like the rest of us.
Oh, before you ask about your scat sample,
the International Database
called to say that they're running the sample again.
You know, I guess they had some kind of problem
the first time, you know, said it was inconclusive.
- Hmm. - Yeah.
- Thanks for staying on that.
That's not actually why I'm here.
- Oh.
- Sorry.
- Oh, dear, oh.
- Have you heard of, uh...
tetra-methy-lene- disulfo-tetra-mine?
- TETS?
Yeah, yeah, nasty stuff. - Yeah.
- A hundred times more toxic than cyanide.
I mean, you be careful with that
if you come across it, okay?
- Would someone hunt with it?
- No, not if you plan to eat the meat.
I mean, TETS gets into an animal's fat,
so anything that ate meat killed
with it would get secondary poisoning.
- Like a vulture? - Oh, yeah, sure.
I mean, if a vulture ate an animal killed with TETS,
it would be sayonara.
- Oh, where can you get it?
- Hmm, it's has been banned in the U.S. since,
I mean, probably the '80s.
So it'd be pretty hard to get your hands on it.
- You think it'd be possible to make it yourself?
- Let me see.
Okay.
Hmm.
You just need a couple of common household items.
Soap, vinegar, drain cleaner.
Yeah, you know, add a bunch of acetone and bing, bang, boom.
TETS.
Obviously, it's a little more complicated than that.
But that's the gist.
- Wow, thanks, Taylor. This is a big help.
- You got it.
- I'll see you. - Take care.
- Look, it's right here in his autopsy report.
The arrow wound wasn't fatal.
They can't tie you to the murder weapon,
which means they have nothing.
This is good news. You should be happy.
The prosecution's case just fell apart.
- No, I am.
How quickly do you think you can get me out of here?
- I'm gonna push to have it thrown out this afternoon.
- I hope that's quick enough.
- Jesus, Joe, I've been trying to reach you all day.
- Ah, a little busy. - Too busy to take my call?
- Can I do something for you, Vern?
- I need an answer on the job offer.
- Right now? On the side of the road?
- You'd be wise to accept it before the opportunity passes.
- Well, not sure
I can just run away from being the game warden.
- What, you gonna miss the great outdoors?
Buy a boat, take the girls camping on the weekend.
- I know it's the Scarletts, Vern.
And I want you to know, as a friend,
if you're mixed up in this,
you should get yourself out now
before it's too late.
- Me?
You're saying I should get myself out?
Shit, your first year as a game warden,
and now you're trying to start some kind of range war?
Are you insane, Joe?
That's a real question.
Well, sure.
Would I bet my life
that the Scarletts never bent the law?
Well, of course not. They're business people.
But whatever they do, it's outside my hula hoop, Joe.
And it's outside yours, too.
Stop picking fights you can't win.
Take the job, join me at InterWest, or--
- What, I'll regret it?
- I'm just looking out for you, Joe.
- Vern.
You heard anything about rare
or endangered species in Twelve Sleep?
- No, but I'll tell you what,
that'd be the worst thing that ever happened to you
if something like that were found.
- Well, it certainly wouldn't be good
for InterWest Resources.
- InterWest?
What about all the people that work at the lumber mill?
All the outfitters, cowboys, the fishing guides,
they'd all be unemployed
while the feds come and shut this whole area down.
Saddlestring is the real endangered animal.
And it wouldn't survive for long if it lost that pipeline.
So if you ask me,
there's only one thing an honest man should do
if he comes across one of those endangered animals,
shoot, shovel, and shut up.
- - Oh.
- Oh, my God.
Deputy McLanahan,
he--look, he brought the crib up here for you.
- Beautiful crib.
- The kids will be home from school in 20 minutes.
- 20 minutes, that's more than enough time.
- Out, get out. - No, no, yeah, of course.
I mean, it's good.
I will--just gonna grab a couple of my things.
Yeah, I know I left the sock over here.
- Oh, my God! - No, it's okay.
I have this two for one coupon at this waxing place--
- Please leave. - No, yeah, I'm gonna go.
- Oh, wow.
- Yeah, bagged this old guy last season.
Been waiting for the mount ever since.
Lopez does good work.
But, man, that guy takes forever.
- Are you Barrett? This your place?
- It is, third generation.
- Wow, nice.
You know, my wife and I, we're trying to learn to live
more like insiders in this town, even though we're new.
I'm guessing that being an insider is second nature
for a third-generation Saddlestringer like yourself.
- How may I help you? - You sell acetone?
- I'm not really a chemical company.
Oh, shit, crooked.
- Well, is acetone the active ingredient
in anything you do sell?
- Guess I wouldn't know.
- Nail polish remover, that's made of acetone.
- Nail polish remover, huh.
Anyone come in and buy a bunch of that recently?
- Ah, still crooked, dammit. I gotta go get the level.
You want some advice on how to act like an insider
here in Saddlestring?
Keep your nose out of other folks' business.
- Don't mind Dwayne.
He's been a real dickhead ever since his wife left him.
Over the summer, Ote Keeley came in here
and cleaned us out of nail polish remover.
Three cases. Strange, right?
- Ote bought that? - You didn't hear it from me.
- Thank you.
- Damn it.
Hi, hey.
- You okay? - Yeah, I mean, I don't know.
I don't--my shirt doesn't fit. I'm a mess.
- Aw, you're gonna do fine.
- Joe, I haven't stepped foot in a courtroom in five years,
and I'm about to represent a man accused of murder,
and I don't even have a shirt that fits?
I mean, am I crazy?
- Are you gonna wear a blazer? - Yeah, yeah.
- Well, all right, then turn around.
- What are you doing? - Just trust me.
- What are you doing? - Trust me.
- Mom, Mom! - Just be still!
- Your mom--are you okay?
- There we go.
So you throw a blazer over that,
and no one will be the wiser.
- Not bad. Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Okay, Joe, I should go.
- Wait, before you go, I might have found something.
I think Ote made the poison that killed him.
- What? That doesn't make any sense.
- He wasn't blackmailing the Scarletts.
He was working for them.
- Well, then who the hell killed Ote?
- I don't know. Maybe it was the Scarletts.
Maybe they needed to shut him up.
But I'm gonna head round the Keeleys' now,
and I'm gonna see if I can find out anything more.
- Okay, just let me know if you find anything then, okay?
- I will. Hey, good luck.
And, oh, break the legs or whatever.
- Thank you. Love you.
- You're not safe here. You need to move.
- What do you want?
- Did Ote ever do any work for the Scarletts?
- No, Ote didn't care for 'em.
Said they was a bunch of mama's boys, why?
- Well, at first, I thought
maybe he found something inconvenient for them.
Might have been blackmailing them.
But now I'm starting to think
that maybe he was helping them deal with a problem.
- Helping them how?
- You remember Ote making poison?
- Poison?
- With household objects, nail polish remover, you know,
stuff like that.
- The science experiment he did with April?
Yeah, he did that.
- Would you mind if I had a look?
- Can I help you?
- U.S. Marshal Jerry Kelmeckis.
- U.S. Marshal?
Well, what brings you to Twelve Sleep?
- Tell me, who here brought in Nate Romanowski?
- Well, I was part of that team.
- Well, sir, I'd like to shake your hand.
Let me tell you, you're lucky to be alive.
That man is extremely dangerous.
- Yeah, no, I got some sense of that, yeah.
- Unfortunately, this isn't a social call.
I'm here to take custody of that prisoner.
- Why?
- Well, he must have done something pretty bad
to warrant all this, huh?
- Killed two federal agents. - Yeah, yeah, that'll do it.
Well, listen, you're welcome to hang out here
and wait for him to return.
- He's not here?
- No, no, no, they took him over
to the courthouse for his arraignment.
But they should be back in about an hour or so.
- He's at the courthouse now? - Yeah, yeah.
It's just around the corner down over...
I can take you if you want.
I know where it is.
- Your Honor, our motion asks the court
to dismiss the case against Mr. Romanowski.
- Your Honor, you have to be kidding me.
- Your Honor, the prosecution's entire case
against my client rests
on tying him to an alleged murder weapon
that didn't kill Mr. Keeley.
May I approach the bench?
- You may.
- If I may direct the court's attention
to the middle of page four,
the autopsy report clearly states
Mr. Keeley died of poisoning.
- We've all read the autopsy reports.
- Yes, we have read the autopsy reports.
But what we might have missed
is what the prosecution intended to bury in fine print.
- U.S. Marshal's Office.
I need to speak to the judge immediately.
- Your Honor.
- Your honor, I'm sorry for the interruption.
I'm U.S. Marshal Jerry Kelmeckis.
I've got a prisoner transfer order here for Nate Romanowski,
which I need to execute immediately.
- This is strange. I'm not sure what's happening.
- You're not kidding? - No, sir.
- Court will take a 30-minute recess.
- What in the hell am I supposed
to do with all this crap?
- If I find anything else out, I'll give you a call.
- Thanks for givin' a shit.
- Jeannie?
That Falcon in there,
that's one of Nate Romanowski's birds, isn't it?
- I told you they had a beef.
- Oh, man.
- Ote was never scared of Nate.
I always thought he should be, but Ote would say,
"Don't you worry. I got something on him."
- You mind if I borrow it?
- Thank you.
- How long will this take? Do you know what it's about?
- The judge will be with you shortly.
- Hi, it's Marybeth. Please leave a message.
- Marybeth, Nate isn't who we think he is.
I might have been wrong all along.
Ote wasn't blackmailing the Scarletts.
He was blackmailing Nate.
Get away from him and call me as soon as you get this, okay?
- Ah! Ooh.
It's okay.
The baby kicked.
Getting strong.
- Baby, huh? - Yeah, here.
Come here.
Here, right...
you feel that?
- Yeah.
- Mm!
- All units, please be advised
of an active hostage situation.
A suspect believed to be Nate Romanowski
is holding at least one hostage
at the Twelve Sleep courthouse.
Backup has been requested.
- On my way. - Who's the hostage?
- What's your status?
- Who's the hostage? Hello?
Who is the hostage?
- ♪ Birds will gather at my side ♪
♪ Tears will gather in my eyes ♪
♪ Throw my head and cry ♪
♪ As vultures circle in the sky ♪
♪ And you're going to do ♪
♪ What you came here to do ♪
♪ So why not do it now ♪
♪ Oh, and cut me down ♪
♪ Looking for the dead ♪
♪ The dead that I left ♪