Marshals

Where's the rest of the team?

That's roner's pig barking.

We got to get him and beat feet.

Come on. On me, let's go.

Monica.

Monica?

Monica, where are you?

Monica? Monica!

Better get moving...

or figure out how cruel this life is.

I'm late. Again.

Corral needs safeguarding.

You dial that in after school.

Corral's got to wait.

I'm sleeping over at deebo's after the rez meeting.

What meeting?

For the protest

against the mine that'll dump toxins onto broken rock.

Running this ranch is our fight.

I got to go.

What about your breakfast?

Tate, hold up.

Look, I know your mom was better at all this.

You know this is rez land.

Technically, U.S. marshal has no jurisdiction here.

Good, 'cause, technically, what I'm doing for you

is illegal as hell.

I got shot, fragged

and nearly court-martialed 'cause of you.

Consider us even.

You gonna let him speak to his

old team leader like that, Tate?

Man's got a problem with authority.

Show him a good time, Cal. He needs it.

Two frogmen with enough explosives

to flatten the rockies?

Not even your old man can spoil that fun.

Looks like you got pigeon tossed.

Take some randr, man.

No days off on the ranch.

From kicking doors to baling hay.

So much for "evolve or die."

It's hard to believe you couldn't hold down

any of your marriages.

Still going for the jugular, I see.

Don't make me put you in your place, sailor.

How much I owe you for these?

Compliments of the meth head I took 'em off of.

But you mind sharing what you're fixing to blow up?

This a wellness check?

All the shrapnel you've taken,

it's more like a "no man left behind" kind of thing.

Okay, well, if you insist on "swim buddying" me,

I'm gonna put you to work.

I moved here three months ago to start this team,

and I-I still don't get this way of life.

Really, what do you do out here all day?

Work the land, tend the herd.

Ranching's in my blood.

All those years of door-kicking,

you never once mentioned that you're some Montana rockefeller.

That was the best part about being a seal.

Yeah, dutton didn't matter in the teams.

Better shot now than when we were teammates.

Yeah, well, I need to be.

Marshal team's a tactical Swiss army knife.

Yeah?

- Crushing a lot of skulls? - Yeah. Gangs

and cartels, race warriors.

It may look like god's country,

but devil's running free out here.

That's why I'm at peace on this ranch.

Yeah. Frogman at peace, that's a notion.

Just tell me you don't see ghosts.

I guess my time after the teams

wasn't as smooth as yours, right?

Crushing pills and throwing hands.

I mean, I went full gong show after the Navy, but...

The marshals were my salvation.

And I'm guessing you've got your own demons to conquer,

and I could sure use another door-kicker.

My life's been "kill or be killed" for too long, man.

Okay. Fair enough.

You know, I could use a favor, though.

Got two fugitives, they're holed up in the hills

just-just east of your family's old ranch. I can't locate 'em.

Probably using an old sheeper cabin

up where I'd track bighorns with my brothers.

But the wildlife and the terrain make it a no-go

for tenderfoots like you.

Not lacking ways to die in Montana.

Explains a lot about you.

Sure would be nice to bag these guys, though.

They're preying on rez women.

I'll drive.

Mr. Chairman,

the mine announcement is set for tomorrow.

The secretary of the interior will land at 9:30,

deliver her remarks at the mine location,

then head back to Washington at 11:00.

Well, plundering

and pillaging is more efficient than it used to be.

Government gets cell phone magnets,

broken rock gets an even higher cancer rate.

The rare earth mineral site isn't on our land.

- We have no recourse. - It's on our river,

where our forefathers watered their horses.

America's policies have long dumped a steady flow

of poisons on our people.

Using a literal river indicates

they're running lower on imagination than cruelty.

Hell no. I'm not getting on that beast, Cal.

You took down a Sinaloa kingpin,

but you're afraid of horses?

Well, this'll be fun.

Signed up to crush skulls, not join the rodeo, boss.

Well, the only way to traverse this land

is on horseback. Kayce, meet my marshals.

Andrea, miles, belle.

Now, listen up.

Federal warrants are for John king, Tyler white,

and the route we're taking, it is rife with grizzlies

and rattlesnakes and rock slides,

so kayce's in charge.

It's gonna be a rough haul.

Biggest risk is your horse spooking.

You saying that thing might buck me?

If its ears work.

Just pull the reins to stop,

kick her in the belly to go.

Want a boost?

It'd be the last thing you do.

Cal never shared he was buddies with kayce dutton.

Something special about him?

Honey, have you done any research on your new hometown?

Montana is a detour, not a home.

Duttons owned the biggest ranch in Montana

for generations.

Kayce sold it to my tribe last year.

His dad was the governor who was killed,

brother Jamie's the attorney general who went missing.

Does any of this ring a bell?

No, but I dig his hat.

Cabin's just beyond that ridge line.

Okay. That trigger finger getting itchy?

My days of running into fire are over.

Okay, y'all. Let's shake some trees.

Runner!

U.S. marshals!

Hyah!

We got to get ahead of him.

You shame me to come out with your team,

then you drag me to a place like this.

Well, Cal only picked this spot

'cause the stockyards don't serve liquor.

Now, see, belle's taste leans more five-star

than "dive bar."

You rode the hair off that horse.

Are you local? You got a familiar way to you.

I get that a lot.

Belle used to be atf.

She joined us two months ago.

Undercover specialist, so holds her cards close.

I'm okay.

My dad told me, "never trust a cop

who won't drink with you."

Same logic applies to cowboys.

Dad's a cop?

You join the marshals to impress him or defy him?

Avenge him. Thank you for that glimpse

into your psych jacket.

Our trade craft is not meant for hijacking jukeboxes.

You know, it's becoming clearer

every day why you got kicked off your unit in D.C.

Honey, there's three things you don't do in Montana.

Pet the buffalo, try to out drink Canadians,

and mess with cowboys' music.

Think that's my cue to leave.

No. Hey, we all should,

'cause tomorrow's mine rally could be a powder-keg, so...

Broken rock will be out in force.

Locals, too. Could get salty.

My kid's gonna be there.

I can be extra eyes and ears if you need 'em.

One-time deal.

I'll deputize you.

Here.

Welcome to the U.S. marshals.

Haven't been this outmanned

since that psd we pulled in j-bad.

I see you won't be outgunned.

Still licensed to carry that?

Gave up my badge, not being montanan.

So, what's with the pictures?

Cancer victims from toxins dumped onto the rez.

Tate.

U.S. marshal?

What are you doing?

Just helping out Cal.

- You need to go home, buddy. - What?