Marshals

- Previously on Marshals... - We got to hold

on what we got.

We don't move, it's Roner all over.

Said you'd been experiencing

some neck and shoulder pain?

We'll run some tests, try to find you some answers.

Would you like to go on a date sometime?

I'd love to.

Family name doesn't carry water anymore,

so you got to hide behind a federal badge?

This...

- is a terrible idea. - Long day.

Winter fields came in nice.

Yeah. Tom Weaver's hands get all the credit.

His daughter's hands get credit, too?

Hey, you communicating with aliens?

'Cause these hay bales can't be for decoration, right?

They're to feed the herd.

Grass gets scarce when the snow comes in.

Get your hand warmers ready, city slicker.

Winter's coming.

It's the first time someone from Omaha's

been slapped with that label.

But I have you know, Tate, I was freezing my ass off

in the Hindu Kush when you were still in diapers.

Supposed to meet up with Deebo.

Unless you got more grass you want to stare at?

Get out of here.

Man, it's nice to see you two doing so well.

You know, being a father suits you.

Didn't come natural.

I thought being somebody's son would be the hardest thing

I ever had to deal with.

Man, I needed a morning like this. Thank you, Coyo.

Everything good?

Yeah, just fighting battles on multiple fronts, but

it's nice to know you got my six.

Sketchy guy coming up the driveway to the house.

You lost?

Not if I'm trying to figure out where all the cowboys have gone.

Think you can back up that smart talk

armed only with that six string?

Ain't you heard? I was born dangerous, Coyo.

Damn, Double G.

- I ain't seen you since... - Camp Uhley. Afghanistan.

So, after all this time,

you just figured you'd show up in Montana

unannounced, huh?

Well, felt a calling to head west,

see how my old teammate was doing.

Good Lord, is that Tate?

Hey, Tate.

I want you to meet Garrett. He's my old buddy from the Teams.

Figured.

Can't imagine anyone else getting a greeting like that.

Cal? Wasn't expecting to see you.

Double G. In the flesh.

I guess I should start believing in ghosts.

You were all teammates?

Three-quarters of a badass group of pipe hitters

everybody called the Four Musketeers.

Nobody called us that.

Who's the fourth?

Let's, uh, get your stuff inside.

There's a lot to catch up on. Ain't that right, Cal?

I got something back at work. It's good seeing you, Double G.

Come on.

Sure thing, boss.

Get you inside, man.

Hey. The fugitive

we collared yesterday was processed in Helena.

And?

And I thought you'd want to know.

Now I do. Thanks.

You feeling okay?

Yeah, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?

Jared said your run-in was at the doctor's office parking lot.

- You left that detail out. - I'm fine.

Okay.

Are we?

We both agreed we made a mistake and, you know,

gonna respect boundaries at work.

Stay front-sight focused.

It's nothing personal.

Yeah, no, nothing personal.

Right.

Down. Down, down, down. Good. Good.

That horse has a fire in his belly.

I'd sooner jump on a grenade than mess with him.

Yeah, he's got a temper for sure.

I guess I would too if somebody was trying to take my freedom.

Well, I wish somebody would've gave us this much TLC

when we got out of the sandbox.

All right. Come on. Come on.

Good.

I guess nobody gets off easy getting out of the Teams.

You had it worse than most.

I look like I'm gonna suck start my pistol to you?

Just haven't seen you in a decade.

You were spinning out pretty good last time I did.

I ain't got a worry in the world, Coyo.

Trading in that rifle for a guitar

was the best decision I ever made.

Always did like hearing you play that thing.

I've been making a name for myself up in Nashville, too.

Glad you left the past in the sandbox, brother.

No looking in the rearview for me.

Music's my purpose.

Seems you and old Cal found a new one, too.

I was spinning my wheels till he offered me a Marshal badge.

Ain't that rich.

Cal gives you a new career, and he ended mine.

Well, all this reminiscing's making me thirsty.

Well, you know,

only ten percent of first dates make it to the third.

Good for us, beating the odds already.

We got to survive our fourth date

before "us" makes it into our vernacular.

Not to get ahead of anything, but, uh,

are you thinking about telling Cal?

The man's got no say in my life.

But he does in mine.

Fine. How about now?

- He just walked in, didn't he? - Wait.

So this is a-a thing?

You got nothing to say?

I didn't realize she was your daughter when I asked her out.

It's not something I boast about.

Enjoy your evenings.

That charcoal filter,

that's what makes it Tennessee whiskey.

Why are you pimping Tennessee so hard?

You said you were from Alabama.

Well, I am.

Only good thing to come out of there is I-20.

Myself included.

I had to drag you out here last week,

now you're just a regular, cowboy?

I'm just playing tour guide.

Garrett didn't appreciate the peace and quiet at the ranch.

Ugh, I get it. I can't wait to get back

to the concrete jungle myself.

Fresh air is too suffocating.

You know, I think you just gave me my next song title.

And that makes you my muse.

You know, last time I heard you play,

you were interrupted by a mortar attack.

Taliban's a tough crowd, huh?

They ain't got nothing on those dive bars

I've played down south, though.

The stage is right there.

You can finish what you started for Kayce.

I only play big venues now, darling.

Hey. Pull up a chair, Cal. I'm buying.

I think I'm gonna rain check it.

After all we've been through,

you can't sit down, have one drink with me?

Yeah, you know what?

Next round, and the round after that, is on me.

Okay? Enjoy your night.

Hooyah, Senior Chief.

Well, here's to Two Musketeers.

Cheers.

Hey.

Double G have you howling at the moon last night?

Took all my frogman skills just to get him out of the Bullet.

How is he?

He's better than I expected.

Seems to be all in on this music thing.

I mean, if he says so.

Man shows up out of the blue, after a decade,

'cause life is good?

Come on.

I know a damaged frogman when I see one.

You should.

You caused a lot of his damage.

Hey. Tip just came in.

Fugitive on our Top 15 Most Wanted list,

- Reed Pollard. - Wait.

The most wanted bank robber of his generation is in our town?

Planning his next heist.

We got a possible location on him.

Yeah, I mean, Pollard's been on the board for years.

No one's come close to catching him.

Yeah, well, he's never been on our hunting ground.

Okay. Let's roll him up.

Despite pulling off some of the biggest heists

of the last decade, Pollard has managed to stay

one step ahead of the Marshals.

Yeah, this guy's a modern-day Dillinger.

His scores have netted millions.

So what brings him to Montana?

An anonymous tip says he's in town scouting his next takedown.

Bagging one of our most wanted, that'd be a great way

to start this day, y'all.

- What's his target? - We don't know,

just that he's holed up at the Ashford Rodeo Grounds.

Rodeos have moved south for the winter. Place will be deserted.

Great, no civvies.

Should we gear up, full battle rattle?