01x01 - A Celestial Event

[bunniefuu]

[sweeping, mysterious
music playing]

[wind whistling]

[tense music playing]

[man 1 breathing heavily]

[metal jangling]

You're about two feet
left of the line.

[man 1] What do we got left?

[man 2] Only about 300 feet.

[wind whistling]

-sh*t!
-[grunts]

[man 1] Ah!

[man 2] You got
time. Don't rush it.

[exhaling]

[thuds]

sh*t! [grunts]

[screams, grunts]

[yelling]

[grunts] Ah!

[rope whipping]

[groans]

[man 1 yelping]

[yelling]

-[man 2] Oh God! Stop!
-[grunting]

[groans]

[rope creaking]

[grunting, gasps]

[wind whistling]

[grunting]

Oh... Hey.

[grunting]

[panting]

Hey! Hey, man, are you okay?

[man 1] What the f*ck?

[grunts, gasps]

[dramatic music builds, stops]

[mysterious music playing]

[music fades]

[bird calling]

-[birds chirping]
-[fly buzzing]

[sighing]

Why would they ride horses?

Horses are quieter
than a vehicle.

[boy] So they can sneak out
with the animals they k*ll?

[man] Yeah.

And arrows are
quieter than g*ns.

They loaded the bear
here, headed southwest.

Probably had their vehicles
parked outside the park.

Horse trailers, maybe.

How do we catch them?

We don't.

Too far gone now.

Too much time
between them and us.

So... can we go
to the lake, then?

Jump off that old wooden dock?

Nothing else for us here.

[radio beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

This is Turner.

Yeah, I'll head that way.

[sighing]

I'm sorry.

We'll have to go to
the lake another day.

-[wind gusting]
-[indistinct chatter]

[thunder rumbling]

Over/under three of us get hit by
lightning by the time this is done?

Storms roll in
fast up here, huh?

Never leave the station
without your jacket.

No matter how clear you
think the sky looks.

[horse snorting]

Christ, here comes
Gary f*cking Cooper.

[woman] He's on a horse.

[man] Yeah.

Gives our ISB
Special Agent Turner

a better angle to look
down on us lowly rangers.

ISB?

Investigative Services
Branch. We're under him.

Easy, Wiseman. Don't glob us all together.
You and your bear spray are only here

because you didn't have a
f*cking Girl Scout hike to lead.

[sighs] I'm out.

Have fun with Milch.

How long you wanna bet before he
busts our ba*ls about something?

Hey. Uh...

Female. Best guess
is early twenties.

Accident maybe, or a jumper.
We think she was alone.

It's hard to know now with
the ground all torn up.

-Seventeen seconds.
-We had to help the climbers off the face.

-Got a little messy.
-Who are you?

Naya Vasquez. With the
Park a couple weeks.

-They know the victim?
-Nice to meet...

Uh...

No. Say she just came
flying off on top of them.

[Turner] Did you, uh, hear
anything above you? Voices?

I asked them that
already. They said no.

I looked up and there she was.
On the line before I could move.

[Turner] See anybody else?

Why not just ask Vasquez or me?

Did they see anyone else, Milch?

[quietly] Mm-mm.

No, they didn't see anybody.

Make sure no one disturbs
the remains on the ground.

Nothing down there to disturb.

This f*cking guy.

[wind whistling]

[Naya] Lightning
started popping.

It was more than the chopper
or SAR climbers wanted to test.

[indistinct overlapping chatter]

[Milch] Makes no sense
to go down there, Turner.

Weather clears.

SAR can reach her
in the morning.

[Turner] Birds will do damage.

Rain, ropes could give way.

So she falls. That was all part
of her plan anyway, remember?

Did she tell you
her plan, Milch?

This is the kind of sh*t that makes
the job harder than it needs to be.

[metal creaking]

[tense music rises slowly]

[wind whistling lightly]

-[clip snaps]
-[rope creaking]

[thunder cracking in distance]

[camera snapping]

[ominous music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[soft gasp]

[music fades]

[wind whistling]

-[radio static crackles]
-[Milch] Lightning's getting close.

I don't feel like dying on
this mountain today too.

We're ready.

[Naya] All that from
a 60-meter fall?

No, not this.

Lion, maybe. Coyotes?

That's black
cottonwood in her hand.

None of that up
here on the summit.

She'd been running for a while.

With no shoes.

Twenty bucks says she
was so tweaked out

she didn't know if she was wearing
shoes, socks or ice skates.

[thunder rumbling]

She look familiar to you?
From the park somewhere?

Face doesn't ring a bell.

I'm guessing you don't need us all
walking on your precious ground, right?

[ominous music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[snorting]

[thunder cracking in distance]

[clicking]

-[horse snorting]
-[thunder rumbling]

[thunder cracking]

[horse whinnying]

Yeah, all right. I'm coming.

[music fades]

[coroner] Injuries
are a mixed bag.

With a fall at that speed, it's tough
to separate pre- and post-trauma.

It's all pretty much textbook
stuff, Captain Souter.

But then there's this...

Clearly pre-fall.

Canine, if I had to guess.

The bite radius is too
small for a lion, so,

coyotes or dogs, most likely.

And all this from
fighting them off.

Yeah, then there's that.

Looks like gold to me.

Expensive tattoo, if it is.

[coroner] Mm-hmm.

Might be how you ID her.

Wait for some rich
parents to say

their little debutante hasn't
used her bank card in days.

I'll get the lab results to
you as soon as they come in.

[door opens]

I think I've seen her around.

[door closes]

Park employee, maybe.

But there's nothing
here to connect.

She did a lot of walking in
shoes that weren't her size.

[Souter] Lost them to
the coyotes, I guess.

No, that happened way before
she reached the summit.

There's no animal tracks
near the top of the trail.

Whatever she was running from,
she was running for a while.

[exhales]

What a waste.

[door closes]

[gentle melancholy
music playing]

Kyle...

Whatever this turns out to
be, do an old friend a favor.

Try and play nice
with my rangers.

-If Milch complained about me again...
-Milch complains about everything.

If it's not you,
it's someone else.

But it's mostly you.

And it's not just Milch.

You got this way about
you, it's like...

It's like the rest of them are trying
to steal your oxygen or something.

Well, tell them not to
stand so close, Paul.

Well, maybe that way they won't
smell the bourbon on your breath.

Come on, listen. [sighs]

If you're stumbling a bit,

talk to me, okay?

Before you fall, not after.

That's the way this
whole deal works.

Gentlemen, what's the
verdict on our jumper?

Lawrence, uh, not sure yet.

Uh, we're waiting on some tests.

Yeah, smart to be cautious,

not give people the wrong idea.

Unfortunately, the rest of the world
operates on a different set of rules.

Feels like, as park
superintendent,

I should know there's been
an animal attack fatality

before I read about it online.

We're not exactly sure
that's what happened.

It has to be what happened,
Paul. I just read it.

We can't stop folks putting
sh*t on the Internet.

[Lawrence] The park
needs people to show up.

And most don't scare easy.

They read about somebody
doing a header off a cliff,

they just keep driving in

knowing they're not stupid
enough to make the same mistake.

But if they start hearing about women
getting chased by packs of wild animals,

they'll turn around and
go to g*dd*mn Disneyland.

A lot of paychecks stop coming.

I don't work for your park.

[scoffs]

How can I forget
that, Agent Turner?

But I still carry some influence
with the people you do work for.

Lawrence, ISB only comes on
board if there's been a crime,

and we have no evidence of that.

We've had animal attacks before,
and the girl slipped or she jumped.

We've seen that before as well.

It's the first Daily
Double I can remember,

along with the
Sanderson situation.

Lawyer's hammering me that you're not
getting back to their investigator,

that Avalos woman.

Sanderson. What is the point of
reopening an investigation into a guy

who went missing in
the park six years ago?

The point is money, as usual.

Lawyer claims to have new
information to discuss,

but Agent Turner can't
find time to talk.

[Souter] Listen, we have close to a
million acres of wilderness in the park.

A hundred people go
missing every year.

Not sure that should be the
first line of our statement.

Tell him you can't spell
"wilderness" without "wild."

Thanks, Special Agent. We should
put it on a bumper sticker.

Clever!

I'll give the investigator your
number. Let you tell her yourself!

[exciting music playing]

[animals howling]

-[birds calling]
-[animals howling]

[animal screeching]

[screeching echoes]

[horse huffing]

[cell phone vibrating]

[groans]

Please tell me
this is important.

-[Turner] Kids asleep?
-Yeah.

[sighs] It's 2:30 in
the morning, Kyle.

The whole town's asleep.

There's a meteor
shower this Thursday.

Biggest one in a couple years.

Seventy a minute, they say.

Yeah, that's a lot of wishes.

[Turner chuckles]

Are you drinking?

I was just thinking about how we
all used to snuggle up on a blanket,

together, to watch the show.

[wistful music playing]

Remember?

So, I just thought I'd let you guys
know in case you wanted to see it.

Go to sleep, Kyle.

[man] For somebody... who
works for a national park,

you think he'd have a better
understanding of boundaries.

[sighs deeply] I'll talk to him.

Tell him he's gotta
stop doing that.

[wistful music continues]

-[sighs]
-[music fades]

[birds chirping]

[knocking on door]

I called earlier.

[Turner] I didn't answer.

So I drove out here.

I can see that.

Captain Souter's orders. Park's
pressuring him on the Jane Doe.

[sniffs]

He thought I might be able
to help speed things along.

Oh God. What, you
better at this than me?

-Huh?
-Huh?

No. I'm just saying.

How are you gonna help
me move faster, then?

I didn't ask for this.

[Turner exhales deeply]

We ran her prints
through the system.

No matches. Nothing in
missing persons yet either.

Went wide with her information. Just
a lottery ticket. Might get lucky.

What happened to Milch? He was
senior ranger up there yesterday.

Why... Why isn't he doing this?

Captain Souter gave it to me.

Souter gave it to
you? Or Milch did?

Either way, here I am. Lucky me.

Did you get Park
employee records?

Requested, but
don't have them yet.

Request again.

It's possible Jane Doe's a Park
employee, but not a desk job.

So, we'll need
names, date of birth.

Have them check anyone who hasn't
been to work the last few days.

Park Security's gone through
gate video looking for a match.

[urinating]

[Turner coughs, clears throat]

[toilet flushing]

[clears throat]

Yours?

I got one too.

Younger, just turned four.

His father and I were on the
force together back in LA.

A friend of mine's a
deputy for Mariposa County.

Told me about an opening here.
Felt like a nice change of...

You're just moving in?

Out?

He doesn't mind? Your husband?

Hmm?

That you moved your kid away?

Not my husband, just the father.

[scoffs]

So where are we going?

[Turner] Try to ID Jane Doe.

Should I wait here?

[Turner] Up to you.

Another saddle in
there if you want it.

Yeah, I don't.

[horse snorting]

I thought we were gonna
try to ID Jane Doe.

We are.

Then we should canvass
the lodges, campgrounds.

Look for a match at
the entry points.

This park's the size
of Rhode Island.

It's got five separate
highway entrances

bringing in over


So, if you want to canvass,
you go right ahead.

Hey, boy.

You're kidding, right?

This makes no sense.
Why don't we just drive?

Faster this way.

One of us doesn't understand
the physics of horsepower.

[enchanting music builds]

[Naya] I'm confused
about what we're doing.

We're investigating.

Summit's behind us.

This is the path
Jane Doe came up.

[Naya] But we're going down.

Yeah. Find out
where she came from.

Maybe find out who she is.

So why'd Milch dump this on you?

[Naya] I don't know. Maybe
something about you being difficult.

So because of his tender feelings,
I get the rookie off the bench?

Guess they figured I've
got a toddler at home...

I know how to deal
with difficult.

[clicks tongue]

Come on.

What's this place?

It's an old hunting shack.

So she was running from
something. Hid in here.

Yeah, why not stay?

-[buzzing]
-She was hurt, scared.

Maybe figured she wouldn't survive
long enough for anyone to find her.

[Turner] These are fresh.

Worried about bleeding to death,
why take the time to make those?

[Turner] Worried about
something else more.

[tense music playing]

[Naya] A couple over here too.

[Turner] Worth checking on any
missing Indigenous girls in the state.

-[camera clicking]
-Huh.

[tense music building]

-[yelps]
-[growling]

-[groans]
-[bear snarling]

-[whimpering]
-[banging]

-[g*nshots firing]
-Ah!

[bear groans, huffs]

[panting]

You want to call Milch?

See if he'll swap back?

[bear bellowing]

[leaves rustling]

[chirps]

[squawks]

[Naya] Jesus.

Coyotes. Two or three at least.

Doesn't seem like anyone should be
wandering out here by themselves.

Hiking off trail. It happens.

But there's no
campground near here.

Whole park's a campground
if somebody wants it to be.

[intriguing propulsive
music playing]

[Naya] I don't see any
more blood up ahead.

You find something?

Holy sh*t.

We missed it on the first
pass. Got lost in the damage.

-[Turner] Where's the wound?
-[coroner] Clear b*llet path.

Through underlying tissue.
Left posterior thigh.

X-ray shows a hint of a scrape
against the femur before it exited.

Only sign of one?

Yeah, large cal. I could
take a guess at the gauge.

I already know it.

b*llet wound through
her left thigh.

It was hidden by
the other injuries.

So it wasn't just coyotes
she was running from.

Maybe, maybe not.

Unless you got coyotes with
r*fles wandering around out here.

[Turner] The ricochet
scar on this rock...

from an errant shot maybe.

Or maybe Jane Doe had a weapon,
dropped it and discharged.

Yeah. Okay, so she shot herself. You
really want to go with that theory?

I don't know yet,
Ranger Vasquez.

This is not LA. Things
happen different out here.

Contact Ballistics in Mariposa.
I'll run the b*llet by tomorrow.

Okay. And alert wildlife
control about the coyote attack?

Yeah, but no details.

Nobody else needs to
know what we found.

-Captain Souter is gonna ask me.
-Oh, just tell him I was difficult.

Tell him I didn't share any
information. He should buy that, right?

One hundred percent.

[horse neighing]

"Meadowview Real Estate."
So you are moving.

Let me know what you find.

[Turner] Comfortable?

You remember calling
me last night?

Oh, you mean my courtesy reminder
of the upcoming celestial event?

Yeah, you're welcome.

I haven't seen her before.

Ah, she's new, up from LA.

Exhausted your supply
of veteran rangers?

Ha! Had to run out eventually.

I mean, at some point, Kyle,
you just have to commit.

Coffee?

I've made that mistake before.

So you drive all the way out here
to scold me for one late night call,

or did your husband send you?

Scott's very understanding.

Lawyers are never understanding.
They like to argue too much.

Maybe. Scott's a dentist.

You know he's a dentist

because he capped your
broken tooth last year.

Young girl died in the park.

I heard.

[clears throat]

Fell off the summit?

I'm not sure it's
as easy as that.

Want to run one of
your hunches by me?

I used to be good
at it, remember?

Is he a good father? Scott?

Of course he is.

You've seen him with the kids.

Should I be worried
about you, Kyle?

The young girl, uh...

she had a... a
tattoo made of gold.

Oh yeah?

[clears throat]

You don't see that every day.

Yeah. Still trying to ID her.

You will.

How happy are you?

Oh God, Kyle.

Uh... [sighs]

I don't know.

[somber music plays]

As happy as I can be, I guess.

You're right.

I'll probably ID her soon.

Yeah.

{\an8}[Naya] Were you good
for Mrs. Herrara?

[Gael] Her house smells bad.

She likes to cook funny things.

So what'd you do all day?

Did you make up a
new story to tell me?

I forgot.

[Naya gasps]

You can't forget.

I wait all day to
hear your stories.

[Gael] What's that?

It's me.

What I did today.

I rode a horse.

Is it real?

-It was too real.
-[Gael] Can I ride it?

Maybe sometime, but
not for a while.

My bottom's too sore.

Give me a toddler
massage. Make it better.

Ooh!

I hate horses. [laughs]

[groaning] Easy.

-Ah! You're so mean.
-[Gael giggling]

Come here, you.

Come here. [growls]

-[kissing]
-[Gael giggling]

[Souter] He's always spent most
of his time inside his own head,

but you know that
better than me.

This was different.

I'm used to him not
saying much, but...

it was almost like he
wanted to tell me something,

but he couldn't.

I'll keep an eye on him.

And let's hope it's
just Kyle being Kyle.

That's a scary thought.

-[bell dings]
-Thanks, Paul.

How's Mary doing?

Yeah, hanging in there. Uh...

Our Kate... has had
another relapse,

got herself into
trouble again. So...

[clears throat]

Little Sadie is back with us.

I'm sorry to hear
that about Kate.

Yeah, hopefully she'll
figure it out this time.

I love being a
grandpa, but, uh...

I'm too old to raise another
one, let me tell you that.

Well, please tell Mary to
call me if she needs anything.

Will do.

And you are coming to our
anniversary party, right?

Are you kidding? I
wouldn't miss it.

Okay, great.

All right, I'll see you then.

Bye.

Hey, don't poke the cake.

It's your father's birthday.

You could act a little
happy about helping out.

He doesn't even like cake.

Yeah, he does.
Everybody likes cake.

Why do you think she drew them?

[Turner] I'm not sure yet.

Must have been important
to her, though.

Maybe it was just her
favorite thing to draw.

Look, it's me, you, and Mommy,

the way it used to be.

I like it.

Who did this?

[boy] Maybe Mommy?

[intriguing music playing]

[Turner] It was a 4-week summer
program, ran from 2008 to 2011.

They gave these to all the
employees and attendees.

So, like, 100 a year
for three or four years,

over a decade ago.

Stuff like this gets passed
around, thrown away, picked up.

Yeah, well, it gives
us a trail to go down.

So what would be the next
move for a cop down in LA?

Hang on. Are you saying I might have
something to offer this investigation?

Okay, well, first thing I'd
do is pull up Park files,

try to find a list of
names from the camp.

Kids and counselors.

Then cross-check for connections
to any current employees.

Full and part-time. And also focus on
possible Native American connections.

Off those carvings
in that shack?

This was just you testing me to see
if I had any idea what I was doing.

-Let me know if you find something.
-Probably gonna be nothing.

Probably.

["God's Gonna Cut You Down"
by Johnny Cash playing]

And my a*s is still k*lling me!

♪ You can run on
for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Sooner or later,
God'll cut you down ♪

♪ Go tell that
long-tongue liar ♪

♪ Go and tell that
midnight rider... ♪

[Turner] Hey, Chief.

You and your trusty steed
off to do some fishing?

I see why you're
in law enforcement.

Got a real keen eye there.

If that's the case, I'll
need to see your license.

Don't have one.

White man took it when he stole
my land, k*lled my people.

Wow, that was a while ago.
Probably expired by now.

[laughing]

[glove box clicks, opens]

Good sun for the
trout to be biting.

Yeah, if the clouds hold off.

You wanna tag along?

No, I can't.

I'm looking into this girl
that went off El Capitan.

You heard anything about that?

Just that another tourist
got too close to the edge.

Yeah, I'm not sure yet.

Maybe the Spirit Po-h*-no
told her it was her time

and called her off the cliff.

If you heard that's how it happened,
let me know so I can stop looking.

Hey, I caught a nice big
rainbow a couple of weeks back.

There's a hole off the South Bay
dock where they like to hang.

Yeah, I saw you there one night.

I didn't see a rod, though.

Oh, I like to catch
'em with my bare hands,

just like the First People.

[chuckling] Maybe I'll bring
you a real fish later, Marshal.

[song resumes]

[song fades]

Hey, you. You're
supposed to be asleep.

I woke up.

I see that.

What are you doing?

Just a little bit of work.

What kind of work?

Looking for someone.

Who you looking for?

[Naya] Not sure yet.

[Gael] That makes it harder.

[chuckles]

Yes, it does.

[kisses]

[alert chimes]

[Gael] What does it say?

[melancholy music rises]

What does the message say?

Nothing. You want
to go read a story?

Yeah.

Okay, go pick a book.

[melancholy music continues]

[music continues]

Dad! Come on, it's time.

-The stars! Let's go.
-[door creaking open]

I see them.

[girl] And it's like all of
them, all at the same time.

My cheeks hurt now from smiling.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm just finishing up.

Come back with us.
I'll help you later.

Okay, be right there.

[water running]

[boy] Seventy falling
stars every hour?

[Turner] That's what
the experts say.

[boy] That's a lot of wishes.

[Turner] I told your
mom the same thing.

[boy] There's one!

Same deal as always?

First one to 20 gets
to make one big wish.

Paps, you want to watch the
stars with me and Grandma?

Sure, I do.

[music continues]

I know her.

Who's he?

Oh.

That is my godson.

His name is Caleb.

I don't believe that
you ever met him.

[Caleb] What will you wish for?

Same thing I always wish for.

Maybe I'll let you win, then.

[Sadie] How come
I didn't meet him?

[Souter] He passed away
several years ago, I'm afraid.

[music continues]

Hey, thought I'd save you another
trip to the South Bay Dock.

You can cook these
up for me later.

I like them sautéed
with a little garlic.

Like they do at Red Lobster.

The sky is really
talking tonight.

What's it saying?

That death has come again
to my people's lands.

That bodies will
fall like the stars.

[Turner] Boy, I hope
your sky's wrong.

[man] The sky doesn't
care what you hope.

[ominous music playing]

[metal clanking echoes]

[mysterious music playing]