Randy, Hank Scarlett,
plus all the murder victims on some hunting trip this year.
I want to know what that was about.
My daughter was up to something before she disappeared.
Secretive phone calls.
If we can get those phone records,
I believe we'd know who took her and why.
Are these Marissa Left Hand's phone records?
Completely untraceable.
Around ten years ago,
this young girl from the reservation,
she said some hunters hired her to be their camp cook,
and they drugged her and raped her.
Do you recall a student named Shenandoah?
After graduation, something changed in her.
It's Klamath Moore's wife.
Yeah, goes by the name Shannon now.
I am Shenandoah... Drop it!
Killer of rapists.
Drop the knife!
_
And the cowgirl says,
"Mister, that's not a saddle,
"That's a waffle iron."
Boo! Get off the stage.
You're just jealous because I'm so damn funny.
You're the opposite
of funny, Frank Urman.
Screw you!
Hey, Dan.
If he keeps up the dad jokes,
please mercifully kill me.
Gentlemen, it's beer o' clock.
- Whoo! - Yeah!
Who wants an IPA?
IPA?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Well, I've also got a Belgian sour,
and there's a Stige Light.
Hank, you've got some rye, don't you?
Of course I did!
Whoo!
Thank God. Make mine a double.
A triple, actually.
After all, I am the man that killed your supper.
Speaking of which,
are we eating pine cones,
or are you gonna cook us some meat, Marissa?
It's coming up. I already quartered your elk.
Dinner's three beers away, guys.
Mmm.
Perfect with the Belgian sour.
Call.
Oh, I like this.
Hey, kiddo, you know how to play Texas hold'em?
Not really.Good.
Neither do these clowns.
Why don't you let her finish the dishes first?
No. I think our cook deserves a drink.
Don't you? Mmm-hmm.
Yeah!
Come on over, Marissa.
Come on. It'll be all right.
You can worry about that stuff in the morning.
Come on!
Here you go. That's the good stuff.No.
Oh, come on. Not much of a drinker, huh?
- Mmm-mmm. - Sip, don't gulp.
Yeah.
All right. I think it's about that time.
Let's do it.
Oh, yeah.
? In the twilight glow I see her
? Blue eyes cryin' in the rain
? And when we kissed goodbye and parted
? I knew we'd never meet again ?
Come on, boys.
Hey. Time to wake up, kiddo.
Boy, you weren't kidding
about being a lightweight.
What happened last night?
Well, you kind of barfed all over the place, that's what.
But don't worry about it, kiddo.
It happens to the best of us.
Morning, Marissa.
You want to play some keno?
Maybe later, Dad.
Okay.
All right, sweetie.
Take it easy.
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Hi. My name is Marissa.
You don't know me, but, um,
I was hired as a camp cook.
This is gonna sound strange, but, um,
I think we might have had a similar experience.
- Hello. - Hi.
My name is Marissa Left Hand.
You don't know who I am, but I think we might have had a similar experience.
It's about a hunting party.
Drop it!
On your knees! Now! Get down!
Get down, you!
Suspect in custody, man down.
I need more units now! Send the units...
Joe!
Joe.
Come away. They got her.
It's over.
She had a right.
No.
No one has that right.
No one.
Hey.
It wasn't Klamath.
Go!
It was Shannon.
Shannon?
Yeah.
Oh, Joe.
Joe, come to Charlie's.
This isn't over yet.
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Hey.
Luke!
Joe.Yeah.
You okay?
I'm fine.
Let's get to work.
Okay.Alright.
I used to work as a bagger
at Hiller's Grocery.
Hank was a regular.
Oreos and Jim Beam.
He was nice.
Called me "kiddo."
One day, he asked if I could help out on his hunting trip.
Make the coffee and clean the meat or whatever.
Hank offered to pay me $1,000.
I thought he was joking,
but my boss said that the Scarletts are loaded.
There were a bunch of guys on that trip.
That surprised me.
But they were nice.
We drank too much on the last night of the trip, though.
Like a lot. Too much.
I blacked out, and I made bad decisions.
I think I may have even slept with Hank,
which is embarrassing and dumb.
A year later,
your daughter called me.
She asked me all kinds of questions.
She asked me if I wanted to go to the police.
I said, "For what?
"I just partied too hard, and I blacked out.
"It was my own fault."
No. No.
But Marissa explained that she blacked out, too.
Then she told me how she woke up
with her clothes on wrong.
That happened to me, too.
That's when I realized
what really happened to me.
I didn't even know I'd been raped.
How stupid is that?
Doesn't sound stupid to me.
I'm so sorry, Gloria.
I'm sorry for what happened to you
and what happened to my daughter.
Why didn't she come to me for help?
I could've helped her.
I would have helped her.
She said she was afraid
if she told you about the men,
you'd kill them.
Did Marissa end up going to the police?
I don't know.
I know she wanted to get a few more statements from other survivors.
But then...
I never heard from her again.
I'm sorry.
She was a really brave girl.
You should be proud of her.
I caught my daughter on the computer
a couple of times doing research.
I knew she was up to something.
I just didn't know what.
So Marissa was collecting evidence
on a group of powerful men.
And then she just disappears.
It doesn't feel like a coincidence.
No, it doesn't.
Feels like the men found out,
and they wanted to make sure
she never got that information to the police.
These animals know what happened to my daughter,
and they took it to their graves.
Not all of them.
Hank Scarlett, he's still alive.
Hank...
and whoever took this picture.
What?
Somebody took this photo, Joe.
Which means... There's a seventh man.
My daughter did not disappear! Hey.
She was kidnapped
or killed!
We know who did it.
We're talking about the girl from Wind River here?
Marissa, my daughter.
Her name is Marissa Left Hand.
She was about to blow the whistle
on a dozen sexual assaults.
Shannon is not their only victim?
We have statements from 12 different women,
all of whom were assaulted by them,
Marissa included.
Why didn't any of them report this?
Because your deputies wouldn't have done anything,
just like they didn't when she disappeared.
Oh, God. I don't believe this.
Sorry, Mr. Left Hand. We'll make this right.
McLanahan! Oh. Yes, sir.
Please take Mr. Left Hand here
and begin a missing persons report.
We need it for the warrant.
Yeah. Okay, sure. Come on.
McLanahan.
That's two words, Left Hand, in case you forgot.
Right.
Now, if we move quick, we can nab Hank
before he knows we're onto him.
But we have to be discreet.
There's a seventh hunter who could warn him.
Well, this is a real shit circus, huh?
So you believe us?
Assuming your stories check out.
They do.
Okay, I've got this. Give me what other info you've got.
I will call the DA and get on this right away.
Wait, wait. What do you mean "call the DA"?
Get a search warrant. We don't have time for that.
You need to arrest Hank now.
Based on what, a hunch?
It's not a hunch.
Question Shannon. She'll corroborate everything.
Klamath's lawyers have built a brick wall around Shannon.
She's not talking to anyone.
And look, this gets us nothing.
Unless those girls are willing to say that
Hank Scarlett tried to kill them,
this is gonna be tough, convincing the judge on our side.
But I will call in a few favors.
All right. Well, if you're not gonna do anything again,
I'll arrest him myself. Hey! You will not.
Don't touch me. You will not!
I'm tired of your cowboy crap, Pickett.
You know, the best-case scenario is that
you illegally detain Hank Scarlett,
and he sues this department to the ground.
Worst-case scenario
is he shoots you dead.
When the Scarletts came after me last year
and you did nothing about it...
There was no proof it was them.
But it was.
And we both knew it. Watch it.
Listen to me.
In no uncertain terms,
if you drag your feet on this,
you and me are gonna have a problem.
Are you threatening me, Pickett?
Oh, finally, some detective work. Joe.
Joe.
You better get him out of here, Marybeth, while you still can.
Well, I'm standing right here.
Please.
Hey, I know it's not the outcome we were hoping for.
I know. He's not gonna do anything.
Warrant, my ass.
This case is just going to die.
No, it won't.It will.
We'll keep going.
We'll find the seventh hunter.
We have phone records, Joe. So what?
So we'll talk to the victims.
Take a deeper dive, see if they remember anything.
Look.
Hey.
You and I, we're always better together.
You know it.
We'll do it.
We'll find the seventh man.
Maybe. Or maybe he'll find us,
our girls, our family.
We're dealing with desperate men.
Don't forget what desperate men do.
Here.
You really should drink.
You're not gonna get out of here anytime soon.
I want to talk to my lawyer.
Oh, we just got to get a few things straight first.
I mean, I don't know what you think you know.
Oh, good.
Gaslighting.
Yeah.
You and I obviously have a bit of history.
You seem to think that me and my friends did something to you.
Then you decided that gave you the right
to murder six innocent men. "Innocent"?
DA's gonna want your head for that.
However, recommendation from the sheriff against the death penalty,
well, that can go a long way.
I mean, maybe you were a little bit mentally disturbed.
Hell, who knows, maybe those other men did do something to you.
Point is, I can help you.
Or I can make this real bad for you.
What do you want?
What I want is to know that you know
that I was not one of those men at the hunting party.
I was not there.
I did not receive a report from you
or any of your friends.
I want to know that you know that.
You know what I know.
Hmm.
Maybe death doesn't scare you.
Maybe life in prison is worse.
Never seeing a tree or smelling the grass ever, ever again.
Just fluorescent lights and metal toilets.
Get to the point.
Well, from time to time,
prisoner escapes, usually during transfer.
Rare, yes, but it does happen.
It could happen to you.
And it seems to me that's a win for both of us.
You're free, and I don't have to worry about you
talking to the jury.
And I, what, spend the rest of my life running?
Running is better than a cage,
if you ask my opinion.
Hmm?
Good.
You're a smart girl.
Thank you anyway.
Yeah, I really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me.
Take care. You, too.
Okay.
That's the last of them, right?
Right?
So no one can identify the seventh man?
I'm still waiting on a few calls back.
Plus, we still have the unlisted number.
That could be anything.
It was the last call Marissa ever made.
It's got to be something.
I'll keep trying it.
See if somebody picks up.
You never know.
Hey.
Hey. I got it. I'm okay.
Hey, I can handle dinner, all right?
Why don't you take a look at my notes?
See if something sparks for you.
The answer's here, Joe. I know it.
The answer is on Scarlett Ranch.
Right now. That's where the answer is right now.
Okay. But arresting Hank Scarlett
without any proof is not smart.
Digging through these numbers,
it's just been a waste of time.
Confronting him head-on could get you killed.
It is the only way forward.
And I hate that he thinks he can do whatever he wants.
He tried to kill me.
Right after you'd been shot.
Sheridan's running for her life.
You know, if he'd killed me,
she'd probably be dead right now.
You think about that?
Do I think about that?
Wow.
So, is that gonna make...
It's gonna make you feel better?
Just going out there and getting yourself killed is gonna make it better
about what happened to us?
Would it make you forgive yourself?
Ah.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Dad, what's going on?
Girls, go to your room.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Joe.
Are you okay?
I don't think I am.
Um...
I'm cracking up and...
I don't know what to do.
Like, everything's upside down.
I'm scaring my wife and my kids.
And...
And that is...
That's not the man that I want to be.
You feel out of control.
Hmm.
People like Hank Scarlett
make me feel out of control.
Guys like that that feel entitled
to do whatever they want to women and kids.
And it makes me sick.
And if I don't stop them, who will?
That's an honest question.
If I don't stop them, who will?
Stop looking at me like that.
I said stop.
I said stop!
You came back.
Of course I did.
You okay?
I'm sorry about what happened earlier.
It won't happen again.
What happened?
Ah, it was just grown-up stuff.
What kind of grown-up stuff?
Well, I... I lost my temper.
I've been trying to...
I don't know, show my feelings more.
But it feels like it's always the wrong ones.
Maybe that's why you hide them in the first place.
Huh.
You're pretty smart, huh?
I don't want you to be scared of me,
like I was scared of my dad.
You know that, right?
I know.
Good.
You know, if I was ever in need of help,
you'd be the first person I'd call.
First person you'd call.
Thanks, Sheri.
You're welcome. Come on.
Uh...
Let me have a look at these phone records.
Be my guest.
Last I heard, they were a waste of time.
I think you're right.
Marissa's last call was probably a call for help.
Yeah, but we still don't know
who she called or what she said.
970.
It's the area code for Durango in Colorado.
Yeah.
That's where Klamath Moore owns a ranch.
What? Uh-huh.
Klamath Moore, married to Shannon Moore,
owns a ranch in Durango, Colorado?
Correct.
Marissa was calling Shannon for help.
And she left a voicemail.
Okay, if we can get that phone,
we can hear Marissa's last words.
Right.
But how do we get that phone?
Saddlestring Motel.
The Moores never checked out.
Joe? Mmm?
We're gonna talk about that later.
I know.
All right.Okay.
_
Can I get you anything else?
No, thanks.Okay.
Thanks for making the drive.
You, too.
Marissa.
Shannon.
I can't do this. I'm sorry.
No.
Please, just...
Just hear me out.
Um...
Some of the others didn't even realize they had been assaulted.
But I know what happened to me.
I only had two sips of whiskey.
Two. Just to be polite.
And then I was out.
Is that what happened to you?
What happened to me, uh...
It's my business.
Have you ever talked about it before with anyone?
A lot of the others never had.
How many women?
Eight so far.
And I was the first?
Probably not.
Look, I'm gonna take all of our gathered statements
to the Saddlestring police.
They might be able to ignore one of us,
but they can't ignore all of us, right?
Will you be a part of it?
No.
Look, I know you're scared.
I'm not scared.
Okay? I'm just not going to the cops.
If we don't go to the police,
then it will never stop.
It's never going to stop. Yes, it will!
And if you had gone to the police,
maybe this never would have happened
to me, to any of us.
Did you think about that?
There are eight women you could have saved
if you just had spoken up.
I did go to the police.
I told them my story, asking for help.
Instead, the deputy, he called me a liar.
And when I wouldn't let it go, he locked me up
for being drunk and disorderly.
I wasn't drunk.
I was terrified.
Then he threatened to charge me with false reporting.
Said that he could send me to prison for five years.
I couldn't risk that.
I was headed for college on a full ride.
So I let it go.
But then I never did make it to college.
I couldn't concentrate.
Couldn't play ball. I could hardly even leave the house.
I'm sorry for what you went through.
But this time will be different.
We have eight women's testimonies.
It's undeniable.
Come with me.
Let's go back to that station
and give our statements.
Together.
Do not put my name on that list.
You do not have my permission.
Get up.
- You're being transferred. - _
Put that on.
Hands.
What are you up to?
The same thing as you.
Don't do anything stupid.
Hey.
Oh, my God.
What are you doing here?
I just wanted to say no hard feelings.
I mean, we... We stopped the killer,
and that, that's all that matters.
Bullshit. No, I mean it.
I mean, things got pretty hairy this morning
at the shooting,
and, phew, you were cool as a cucumber.
I might have even learned a thing or two.
Hmm.
Well, you are right about that.
Hey, uh, you ever hear about these
MasterClass things they have online?
I reached out to them,
you know, in case they wanted me
to teach one on processing a crime scene.
See, you can't just look with your eyes, Pickett.
You gotta look with your mind.
You came up with that?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, it's proprietary.
See, I like to say it's half animal instinct,
half elbow grease and half brains.
That's a lot of halves.
Well, mmm, yeah.
See, police work is a bit of art
and a little bit of science,
so you gotta do everything by the book.
Bagging, tagging, all that stuff
so that people like Shannon Moore
get the death penalty, like they deserve.
All the best with that.
Got it.
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Hi.
Um, I... I need to talk to the sheriff.
One moment.
Oh, shit. I didn't think of that.
Okay. Uh...
All right. How are we gonna get it open?
I'll just...
Joe, don't do that. You're gonna lock us out.
It gives you more than one.
Uh...
Her birthday?
I don't know her birthday. Do you?
All right. Um...
Her mug shot.
Do you have access to that?
Oh, that's a great idea. That's a great idea.
So, what's this sensitive issue that you've got?
All right.
Say cheese.
Cheese.
Nice. Let's drink, boys.
Yeah!
Hello, kiddo.
What you got there?
All right, here. I found it.
Okay. Um...
Is it gonna work? I don't know.
Just hold it up.
There you go. That's crazy.
So smart.
Okay. Please be there. Please be there.
August 20th.
Oh, God. There it is.
It might be nothing.
No, this is it. I know it.
Play it.
All right.
Shannon, you were right.
I went to the police, and it was the sheriff.
He was one of them.
He saw me, and he saw all the statements.
Oh, my God.
Shannon. Shannon, he's here.
Shit.
Shit. What do I do?
Okay. Okay, I'm pulling over.
Shit. Shit.
Okay, I'm pulling over. I'm off Route 40.
There's a road before the Aspen turnoff.
Oh, my God.
Shannon, he's here.
I need you to turn off that engine.
Get out of the car. Keep your hands where I can see them.
I will. But I need someone else present
before I get out of the car. Do it now!
Turn off the engine! Okay, I will!
I'm not resisting! Here are my hands! Get out of the car!
Get out of the car!
I need someone else present before I...
Jesus.
Barnum is the seventh man.
He is. Marissa went to the police for help.
Instead, they killed her.
This is why Shannon came back to town.
It was never about her own attack.
She was trying to get justice for her friend.
Yeah, I know she did some really horrible things, and I'm not
excusing them,
but what the hell else was she supposed to do, Joe?
If she wasn't gonna stop him, who was?
And now Barnum's keeping her in isolation.
That's why Shannon's not talking.
She isn't with a lawyer.
God, Joe, he's gonna kill her.
I know. They're gonna kill her.
I know.
Okay. Uh...
Take the voicemail to DCI. Explain everything to them.
Where are you going?
To stop Barnum.
Okay.
Your statement wasn't in the folder.
What folder?
The folder the girl brought to the police station.
All those other girls stood together.
But you just couldn't be bothered.
You let that poor girl come to the police station all by herself.
That's why you did it, isn't it?
Plain old guilt.
Isn't that just like a woman?
Where's the Sheriff?
He's transferring Shannon Moore
to the state penitentiary.
Alone? Yeah.
But that's not protocol. How can he do that?
I guess there were death threats.
Hey, it's happening right now.
Barnum's taking Shannon to Rawlins.
She's never gonna get there.
Joe, what are we gonna do?
Stick to the plan. Go to DCI.
Tell them it's urgent.
But what if you don't catch up to Barnum?
What if he kills her?
Joe, everyone else has abandoned these women.
Well, then, wish me luck.
I love you.
I love you, too.
So, when are you gonna pull over and let me escape?
That was the plan, wasn't it?
Where are we going?
Frank Urman was my best friend in the world.
He was worth ten of you.
If there wasn't such a mess,
I'd cut you open, hang you up by your goddamn guts
and leave your eyes for the crows to peck out.
Just like I did Marissa.
Oh, but don't worry.
I'll still make it bad for you.
This is Sheriff Barnum.
Suspect has escaped. Send reinforcements.
She may be armed and...
What the hell?
Clear the road.
You're obstructing police business.
Clear the road or you will be placed under arrest.
Clear the road!
Goddamn it!
Marybeth, what the hell are you doing?
Taking custody of your prisoner.
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