Marshals

Kayce, meet my marshals.

Andrea, Miles, Belle.

Welcome to the U.S. Marshals.

Got eyes on a possible triggerman.

Black bag.

Stay with me.

Get me that bomber.

It's okay. All right? You're okay now.

Duttons are born with dysfunction in their blood.

I'm changing paths.

Try to find a new beginning for me and Tate.

That bangtail needs to blow off some steam on the range.

Would you rather spend the day chasing him or fishing?

Catching more trout than you's my priority.

Beating you to the river's mine.

Game on.

Gonna be hard to reel in all them fish with just your hands.

I got another one.

Want me to pick a fly for you?

I'm just scaring 'em down to you, son.

Brings back memories.

Was a good day.

What about tomorrow?

Ready to kick doors as a marshal?

Probably be quiet.

Just paperwork and new guy nonsense.

Yeah.

You sure you're ready for this change?

A new start will do us both good.

But who's gonna look over East Camp with you working?

Rip found some hands till I can find a more permanent solution.

That means tomorrow's your new beginning, too.

Good.

Though after a day like this,

kind of wish time could stand still.

So, I'm working over this HVT when Double G,

he walks back into the room,

dressed in the clothes of the Talimonster we just schwacked--

hat, pajamas, the whole getup.

Eighteen for the round.

How can you identify a Navy SEAL?

Oh, he'll tell you.

Oh.

I'm sensing neither of us will sleep tonight.

Only question is, will it be at my place or yours?

Yeah, a girl loves to have options.

Oh, yeah?

Like should I spray you

or...

stab you?

Little hostile in here tonight.

Especially the bartender.

She's knives out for Cal.

Her name's Maddie,

and you're talking out of your ass.

Pardon, ma'am.

May I buy you a drink?

Make up for my friend's two left feet?

"Ma'am"? My abuela's a ma'am.

No! Thank you.

His ten-gallon hat went limp quick.

I mean, wouldn't kill you to broaden your horizons.

Come on, find some companionship.

Is that why you have your war buddy joining the team?

No, look, I brought Kayce in

for the same reason I brought both of you on, okay?

To sharpen the tip of the spear.

Spear's pretty lethal already.

When I go into battle,

I need teammates who have the fight.

Whether it's a tenacious man hunter from the Bronx,

or a former rez cop with fire in his belly.

We just want to make sure your shared past

isn't stepping on our toes in the present.

New team, new dynamic.

Drink to that.

Bringing the smoke today.

-Leaving you behind in it. -Mm-hmm. Watch this.

Damn.

Bold move, embarrassing the boss on the first day.

Double or nothing?

Hell no.

I'm still paying off loans from all the money

you took off of me in Afghanistan.

This some sort of entry exam?

No, just seeing how the lone wolf is feeling

joining a new pack.

Fitting in's never been my strong suit.

Well, I know moving forward isn't easy,

but getting back into the fire's gonna do you right.

Well, then I'll get comfortable being uncomfortable.

All right.

Let your training day begin.

Reloading mags,

armory inventory, gear cleaning.

How else did you guys initiate me?

Come on, we got to break in the FNG.

You know, why don't we just welcome Kayce as one of us?

I mean, if hunting down those bombers

didn't initiate him, what will?

You non-natives have no appreciation for tradition.

Hey.

Since we've, uh, all been shot at together,

let's just skip the formalities.

Uh...

I'm glad to join this outfit.

See if you say that

after drinking through a fire hose today.

Yeah, tread lightly, Miles.

Okay? Kayce's reasonable till he isn't.

I'd ease him in. I got to talk to Harry.

Well, tour's pretty simple.

Heads are in there.

Unisex. It's real intimate.

Cal built this team to model after his SEAL unit,

but he failed to account for certain differences,

like teammates with two X chromosomes.

We're a "toilet seat stays down" unit.

Belle runs a tight ship.

Appreciate the intel.

These are the cages.

Huh. You waiting to move in?

Oh. There's no use decorating since I'm only passing through.

These mags need reloading.

So I'll do that as you continue the tour.

Easy day.

Feels like another meeting

that could've been an email, Marshal Gifford.

Deputizing Dutton is one thing,

but making him a member of the team?

Kayce turns us into the elite unit

that you envisioned when you just stood this team up.

Yeah, but you got the wrong pig by the tail.

A Dutton wearing the marshal star, it just doesn't sit right.

He knows the area, he knows the people,

where the bodies are buried, and not to mention,

he's equipped to run any kind of op this team will face.

But you don't find it odd

that he's jumping back into law enforcement

when the two biggest cold cases in the state

are his father's death and his brother's disappearance?

It's just a coincidence.

There's no such thing as a coincidence

with the Duttons.

Excuse me.

Deputy Marshal Calvin, we have something.

Please.

Ops and investigations run out of here.

- Y'all been busy. - Yeah,

hunting dirtbags is our bread and butter.

We connect to the fusion center here.

Maintaining two-way intelligence and information flow is critical

to our mission.

- Right. - Don't worry,

you're here to be a gunslinger, not a pencil pusher.

These are our techs, analysts,

as well as our liaisons that work with local,

state and federal law enforcement.

The lack of infrastructure forces us to wear many hats.

Especially now that we got a trouble magnet on board.

Fireplace is subtle.

Compound used to be an old mill.

Cal kept the blast furnace as a reminder

that this unit was forged in the fire.

Okay, everybody, listen up.

CI phoned in a hit on a fugitive, Raul Garza.

He's a member of the 406 Royals with federal warrants.

-Where's he at? -Belgrade trailer park.

People there got nothing to lose.

Usually put up the biggest fight.

Always takes us to the best places.

Jock up.

So much for easing you in.

Informant says Garza's car hasn't moved since last night.

What's he doing here? This isn't Royals's turf.

Royals blew up 18th Street Mafia's stash house last month.

Could be expanding their footprint.

Or maybe Garza's just sampling the local product.

'Cause meth runs rampant out here.

How many suspects on target?

It's unknown, but hopefully they're still sleeping

or down hard on a bender.

-Thinking door-knock entry? -No.

We're gonna roll Garza before his eyes even open, okay?

Fast and heavy.

Want me in the stack?

Training wheels are on.

You gonna take squirter patrol.

Miles, Andrea, you're on me.

Belle, you're outside with Kayce.

I'd prefer team entry.

Go slow after taking that round, okay?

You don't know what baggage you're carrying downrange.

That's exactly why I got to get punched in the face

and find out.

- Come on. - We can swap.

I'll watch Dutton.

Yeah, okay.

Let's move out.

Little eager to jump out of the stack.