Marshals

- Previously on marshals... - Hayley.

Old classmate from the rez.

Didn't seem like herself.

Missing children

has become an epidemic for our people.

Mom reported her missing four months ago.

Could be a victim of trafficking.

Hayley, give me something, okay?

You got to help me find you guys.

Another stop they take us to.

The place with the trees. Get us there.

- What about... - you have to let me go.

Hayley falls right into our hands and kayce tosses her back

- to a killer. - The place

with the trees isn't about actual trees.

It's a logo.

Camper's how bludsoe's moving them.

They're gone.

Why are you pumping lead this early?

Just clearing my head.

So, no news on Hayley?

So much for honoring mom by finding her.

I'm guessing those combos means there's nothing new

about the missing girls?

Kurt bludsoe and his scumbag henchmen are still dead,

and the FBI is still slow-walking

information requests.

Two days of round-the-clock work

and no new actionables.

Hey. I've let you stall long enough.

Okay? You have to do Ava's next-of-kin notification today,

no matter what.

Finding the girls is my priority.

Why rush the worst day of her mom's life?

Because sera deserves to know the truth, miles,

so giving her a shot at closure is your new priority.

Maybe kayce should tell her.

Then he can swing by Hayley's mom's after,

share how he let her daughter go.

It's just his emotions talking.

Got an update.

Bludsoe visited a mechanic shop shortly before we killed him.

Thinking that's where he ditched the girls?

Maybe. He called the mechanic on his cell. Eli Craig.

The guy's got no sheet, but it's worth pursuing.

Put thousands of miles on that camper

crossing the region, you know, it stands to reason

that he'd need a tune-up every now and then.

Better than anything we've got.

Well, miles and I are doing the notification today,

so the rest of y'all, dig into the connections

between bludsoe and this mechanic Craig.

We should figure out who the other nine girls are.

Get their faces out there, see if someone spots one.

- On it. - Only works

if they call it in instead of letting them go.

Ava's mother is at work, so...

We're gonna do the notification there.

Great. At rainwater's office.

Should be hunting for the girls rather than flaunting my failure

to the chairman.

Can't blame yourself for a fight

that even rainwater said he can't take on.

People of broken rock deserve better.

And Ava's mother deserves hearing the worst

from someone who cares.

And as painful as that is for you, miles...

that's why you need to be there.

You done these before?

Yeah, some for men who died 'cause of calls I made.

That's got to be rough.

You know...

I took the angel flight with the first teammate I lost.

And the xo of the team and I, we-we made the notification

to his wife and his kid.

And...

I couldn't even get a word out.

And afterwards, that xo,

he pulled me aside and he said to me,

"we do this job because others can't."

Bludsoe spent less time at the mechanic

than he did at any of the truck stops he visited.

Safe to assume he wasn't there pimping the girls.

He had to have dropped them somewhere,

and this is the last point of contact

before we caught up with bludsoe.

So, Craig is the next link in the trafficking chain?

We bring him in for questioning, my interrogation's a lot easier

if I already have most of the answers.

Parking lot across the street has security cameras.

Bet you one is aimed at the shop.

Receptionist called, saying U.S. marshals were here.

And I said that couldn't be true,

because I'm certain I would be their first call

if they had any information about our missing girls.

Well, that's my mistake, sir.

I thought it was appropriate

to speak with Ava's mother first.

Speak with her?

About what?

I see.

My worst fears have come true once again.

Tragedy is one of the few things

broken rock has in abundance.

How did you learn of Ava's fate?

Hayley. She told kayce.

Right before he let her go.

Hayley, though, made it clear, sir, that...

if she had left, other girls would've been killed.

And so, kayce

took that risk in order to protect the rest of the group.

And how can he protect them when you can't find them?

Forty-three girls have been

reported missing from reservations in Montana

over the past two years.

Forty-three?

Fourteen had contact with your guy greeneyes44.

Doing my best to identify the other predators.

Forty-three doesn't even seem possible.

And those are just the ones reported.

Miles, I didn't expect to see you again so soon.

Was Ava's social media information useful?

- Thing is, ma'am... - ma'am?

You've called me "auntie" since you were in diapers.

Miles, what's going on?

Ma'am... I mean, auntie, it's... It's not...

What happened?

I am so sorry, ma'am, but Ava's no longer with us.

She was killed by the men trafficking her.

No.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Ava's on a better journey now.

No, Ava.

My deepest condolences.

My baby...

There's bludsoe.

That could be Craig.

Okay, so, bludsoe's timeline has him there

at 3:48 P.M. two days ago.

He's there for eight minutes until...

Who the hell is this?

What is this, some sort of meet?

How long are they in there?

Less than five minutes.

Can you zoom in?

That's an iron sentinels vest.

The girls are in the hands of a violent motorcycle gang.

Wheatland county deputies detained Eli Craig for us,

but he has lawyered up and not talking.

So best-case scenario,

the girls are being run by an outlaw biker gang.

Iron sentinels are a true one-percenter gang.

They're ultra violent and highly organized.

Any ties to sex trafficking?

Drugs and weapons are their big operation,

but they're a mafia on wheels.

If they can profit from it, they'll do it.

They've got a clubhouse out by cow an.

Place is a full-on biker bar.

Always busy, heavily fortified.

Not a door you want to kick.

Okay. Let's get surveillance up,

see if we can get eyes on these girls.

How'd it go with Ava's mom?

You walk out of a notification thinking it went well...

didn't do it right.

I choked.

My dad's partner

notified our family after he was killed.

Just doing his job, but... I hated him for it.

Tore him a new one.

That's hard to imagine.

I didn't cry at my dad's funeral.

I was too overwhelmed by the loss to actually grieve.

Tears can't fix a hole in your heart.

Maybe not, but...

that flat, hollow feeling kept spreading,

until I acknowledged my grief and gave it a shape.

What the hell kind of shape are you supposed to give

that kind of pain?

Any kind, as long as you control it

instead of the other way around.

Maybe you hold it gently.

Maybe you walk through it and find closure.

It's different for everyone.

This isn't working.

If we can't go in, maybe we can drive them out.

You want to pull a fire alarm?

Call in a bomb threat?

How are you gonna force them out of their sanctuary?

By going after what they love.

Clubhouse is clearing out. Go.

The girls aren't here.

They're heading back in.

All right, you're clear.

Grab whatever intel you can.

We got to move. Come on.

Done.