Longmire s06e06 Episode Script
No Greater Character Endorsement
1 [SLOW COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS.]
It used to seem to me That my life ran on too fast And I had to take it slowly Just to make the good parts last When you're born to run It's so hard to just slow down So don't be surprised to see me In the brighter part of town And I'll back in the high life again All the doors I closed one time will open up again [LUCIAN.]
If somebody's reading this, letter, well, then I guess I'm dead.
I suppose by now everyone has figured out that I, Lucian Connally, killed Tucker Baggett.
If you examine the Colt .
45 Peacemaker that's always on my person, you'll find it's the murder weapon.
You can find the slug that actually killed Tucker up in my air vent, along with his bag.
That should be enough to clear anybody else of the charges, because I, Lucian Connally, am guilty, though I am not sorry.
And given the choice between fading away in a prison cell or writing myself an ending with a little more style well I used to be the best that ain't no choice at all.
And I hope that you're still out there And you're like you used to be [LUCIAN.]
You'll find money I put away in a can that's hidden in my closet.
And we'll dance till the morning sun [LUCIAN.]
Should be enough to pay for my cremation.
And we'll let the good times come and we won't stop until we're done And we'll be back in the high life again All the doors I closed one time will open up again [LUCIAN.]
I don't have no family anymore so you can take whatever else I've got to the dump, unless there's something that somebody wants or needs.
Then give it to 'em.
And we'll drink and dance with one hand free And have the world so easily And oh, we'll be a sight to see Back in the high life [LUCIAN.]
This was not the ending that I was hoping for but it was the ending that I expected.
All the eyes that watched us once Will smile and take us in [LUCIAN.]
See ya on the range.
Back in the high life [KNOCKING AT DOOR.]
[CADY.]
Dad? Hey.
Since when do you drink Maxwell House? They're Lucian's ashes.
Oh.
I'm really sorry, Dad.
Are you holding up okay? So what's with the RV parked outside? It's Vic's.
She's living here now? No.
Okay.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Well I just heard from Dave Milgrom.
Apparently, you're not answering your phone.
And I guess Judge Drood decided not to call a mistrial.
Dave told me they've called in another prosecuting attorney, and your trial is set to resume tomorrow.
I'm thinking of retiring.
What? You know, Lucian he said he stayed on the job too long.
- Maybe I have, too.
- Dad, you can't give up.
The criminal case is off the table, and even if this civil case doesn't go your way, you have grounds for an appeal.
And how long is an appeal gonna take, Cady? I'm not gonna spend the rest of my career defending my career.
I'm done.
- No.
No, you're not.
Dad - You know you know, a little while ago, you told me that I should retire.
[REFRIGERATOR DOOR CLOSES.]
- So, what's changed? - [TAB POPS.]
Dad, if you want to leave your job, that's fine.
But only if you leave it on your terms.
Don't let them push you out with a bunch of lies.
Don't let them win.
[SIGHS.]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY.]
Once you get started, there's no turning back In this existence, defend and attack No white flag, no mercy, so cover your ears What are you scared of? There's nothing but fear Put on your helmet, prepare to dig in Sheriff's department! We've had some complaints about the noise! You need to turn it down! Look to the future and bury the past This world's gonna eat you alive It's a sign of the times One chance the strong will survive So put your armor on It's a sign of the times Hello? [MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[INSECTS CHIRPING.]
Jacob.
Thank you for seeing me.
I was hoping that maybe we we could talk? Sure.
Let's talk.
Um, do you think we could go inside? - Maybe talk in private? - Ooh.
I've got a lot of valuable stuff in there, Cady.
Stuff that could break if you were to take me by surprise again and start swinging.
So I think whatever we have to say to each other, we can say it out here.
Jacob, I'm just so very sorry.
[JACOB.]
That's good.
I'm glad that we got that covered.
I also want to say thank you.
For what? For not firing me.
Choosing not to fire you was not an act of kindness.
It was self-interest.
For better or worse, you're still my best option for helping my people with their legal issues.
And as long as you continue to do good in that capacity, you'll continue to enjoy my professional support.
Okay.
Anything else? Um, I actually was going to ask for your help.
Bold.
It's more along the lines of a personal favor.
And the hits just keep on coming.
I know that you're testifying in my dad's civil case.
And I was I was hoping that maybe you could show some mercy.
You know that both professionally and personally, I've had nothing but trouble with your father.
I'm being called into court to speak the truth about that.
Are you asking me to lie on the stand? No.
But this trial is no longer about a wrongful death.
It's about a judge and a mayor trying to kick my dad out of office and personally ruin him, so the Connally Estate can take his land and build a massive development on it.
Jacob maybe you can't affect the outcome of this case.
But there's a chance that you could save his job or at least his home.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
You okay? Sorry to bother you.
I know you wanted some time to deal with Lucian and everything.
But I thought you needed to see this.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
I'm not 100% sure of cause of death, but I'm gonna go with "arrows.
" 16, to be exact.
His name's Ian Whitmore.
An anonymous neighbor called in a noise complaint.
When I got here, music was blasting.
The door was open, so I walked in.
I followed the noise and found Ian in here.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Did you see this? "Hector Lives.
" Yep.
You know, all those other Hector attacks were connected to drugs.
But I searched the entire house, and I didn't find anything drug-related.
You have a glove? Thanks.
No teeth are missing.
Call Vic.
Have her do a background check on Ian here.
And why don't you talk to the person who called this in, as well as any of the neighbors who might have seen something.
Ask them if they spotted a silver Suburban.
Why? Just because.
So, when the paramedics show up, do I move the body with the arrows, or take them out? To be honest, I don't know.
You take any pictures yet? - Yeah.
- I need your phone.
Thanks.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Cady Longmire? [CADY.]
Yeah.
I'm sorry to interrupt.
Oh, no.
That's okay.
Come in.
- Catori Long.
- Hi.
I'm a 6th grade teacher at Red Water Elementary.
So, it says here that you can help with health care and insurance? Yes, absolutely.
Come and have a seat.
[CATORI.]
Great.
[CADY.]
What can I help you with, Catori? Well, uh I don't need the help.
One of my students does.
- Okay.
- His name is Tate Dawson.
He hasn't been to school now for two weeks.
Why? What happened? There's been a scarlet fever outbreak at the school.
Five students were diagnosed by the nurse and sent home.
Four of them are back now and doing fine.
They got the antibiotics they needed.
- But Tate hasn't returned.
- Is he okay? Well, I stopped by his house yesterday to drop off some homework, and I've never seen such a sick child.
Scarlet fever can be fatal, right? [CATORI.]
And I didn't want to seem nosy to his parents, but I did ask if they liked Tate's doctor.
And his dad said he hadn't seen a doctor.
Do you think it's an issue of finances? Do they have insurance? I don't think they do.
Is there any way that you can help them get health care? Yeah, I think I can.
Well, can you come with me to their house and let them know what's available to them? [HENRY INHALES SHARPLY.]
I did not do this.
I told you, someone else is acting as Hector now.
I know.
But have you ever run across the guy in this picture? [HENRY SIGHS.]
No.
Is his name Ian Whitmore? [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
How do you know that? Educated guess.
Remember when I borrowed your Bronco to look into the other Hector incident? Well, the victim of that attack was a heroin addict named Rusty Ames.
Apparently, Hector came after Rusty, wanting to know where to find his dealer, Ian Whitmore.
Well, if this Ian's a dealer, he didn't keep any drugs in his house.
Normally I would say Hector confiscated the drugs, but that was the old Hector.
This one feels very different.
I'll talk to Mathias about interviewing that heroin addict.
I need to find someone who's seen this new Hector up close.
What are you doing? Putting in a dead bolt.
If you're being hunted by Hector, you need to take precautions.
He's a whole different kind of violent.
[FERG.]
Anybody there? Somebody, anybody? Hello! Is anyone in the office? Hey, Ferg.
It's Vic.
- [SIGHS.]
Where is everybody? - Uh, I have no idea where Ruby is.
- I'm a little late getting to the office.
- Okay.
Well, listen.
I've been trying to find out who called in a noise complaint this morning.
I've cold-knocked on a bunch of doors.
I'll check the caller ID on Ruby's phone.
Uh, what time did the call come in? - About 8:20.
- I've got the number.
Do you want a reverse phone directory, - get an address for you? - That'd be great.
All right, hold on a second.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Why didn't you just call me on my cellphone? I would have come in sooner and just done this for you.
Walt took my phone.
And kept it? That's weird.
Okay, I got it.
Your noise complaint came from Brady Dukes at 428 Sartin Road.
[FERG.]
Great.
Thanks, Vic.
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[KNOCK ON DOOR.]
Zach? Hey, Ferguson.
Uh I was looking for Brady Dukes.
- He lives here, right? - Yeah.
Well, I mean, not right now 'cause I'm subletting the place from him.
Oh.
Okay.
[ZACH.]
Yeah.
Um did you call in a noise complaint? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
Uh you know, I thought about just going over there and dealing with him myself, but I was, uh I was pretty worked up.
- I mean, the same song playing for hours.
- Yeah.
I didn't trust myself not to lose it.
[FERG.]
Yeah.
Why didn't you leave your name when you called? I didn't want you guys to not take it seriously 'cause it was me.
I left the department under strained circumstances.
- Yeah, I get it.
- Yeah.
Can you tell me anything about your neighbor? Yeah, his his his taste in music sucks.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- So - there's there's that.
- [LAUGHS.]
Um, listen, I [CLEARS THROAT.]
I've been wondering if he might be a drug dealer.
- [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
- Why's that? Because people show up at his house at all hours.
They never stay very long, and they all look like they're tweaking.
You ever seen a silver Suburban parked out front? Yeah.
Why? What's Is something going on over there? Okay.
You didn't hear this from me.
Your neighbor was murdered.
- Shit.
- I think the loud music was used to cover up the sound of the crime.
Shit, man.
So what, so some guy was getting murdered over there, - and I was just I was just sitting here? - You wouldn't have known.
I could've I could've gone over there.
If I had just gotten up, it might not have happened.
Zach, you can't beat yourself up over this.
All right.
Well, um, thanks for the info.
[ZACH.]
Yeah.
Um It's good to see you, man.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
What makes you so sure this was a Hector incident? Well, "Hector Lives" was written at the crime scene.
Anyway, I appreciate you taking me out to talk to Rusty.
I was half-assuming you wouldn't help me.
You've never been willing to pursue Hector before.
I've never had anybody file a report against Hector before.
Who filed the report? Rusty.
[WALT.]
Hector did this to him? [MATHIAS.]
Yeah.
Apparently, Hector got angry that Rusty couldn't tell him where to find his drug dealer, Ian Whitmore.
Henry thinks Malachi is behind this new Hector.
You talked to Henry about this? Henry and Nighthorse were run off the road by Hector a couple weeks back.
Well, I understand Malachi going after them.
He's angry about the banishment.
But why would Malachi use Hector to punish drug users and dealers? Those are his people.
[DOORBELL RINGS.]
[ELENA.]
Hi, Ms.
Long.
- Good to see you again.
- You too.
- This is my friend, Cady Longmire.
- Hi.
Just wanted to see how Tate was, and bring him something from his classmates.
Oh, look at that.
Well, come on in.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS ON TV.]
[MAN SCREAMING ON TV.]
[ELENA.]
Tate, look who's here.
Tate the Great! [LAUGHS.]
[WEAKLY.]
Hey, Ms.
Long.
Micah, you remember Ms.
Long, Tate's teacher.
I do.
Hi.
How ya doing, Tate? Sorry I couldn't finish the homework you brought.
I was too tired.
[CATORI.]
Don't you worry about that, okay? Oh, hey.
I got something for you.
It's from the class.
Everybody signed it.
[ELENA.]
Oh, look! Everybody's thinking of you.
Rusty? [KNOCKING AT DOOR.]
Open up.
He's not there.
Hasn't been around in a good, long while.
Yeah? What's a good, long while? Couple weeks.
That's when I talked to Rusty at the station.
Far as I'm concerned, that junkie can stay gone.
[DOORKNOB RATTLING.]
There's a key under the ashtray there, if you wanna let yourselves in.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
[MATHIAS.]
Rusty? [MATHIAS.]
Hello? Hello? Rusty? [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Nothing.
He's not in here.
What kind of user leaves his drugs behind? A dead one? Maybe Hector paid Rusty another visit.
Rusty asked me to put him in a witness-relocation program.
I had to break it to him I don't have the resources for that.
Maybe he's just too scared to come home.
I don't blame him.
This new Hector means business.
Shit! So, I run a legal-aid clinic on the rez.
- Mm-hmm.
- Ms.
Long told me you haven't been able to get Tate the medical attention that he needs.
I came along to see if I could help you find ways to get it, in case you don't have health insurance.
Yeah, we don't, even though we both work full-time jobs.
That's not a problem, though, because there's this thing called the Kid Care CHIP program where your child can get medical treatment for free.
I can actually take care of most of the application.
All that you would need to do is fill out this section right here, and I could get Tate admitted to the Durant Regional Hospital immediately.
Um, we are aware of the Kid Care program.
We're treating him here hot soup, lots of liquids, Tylenol.
- I think Tate needs antibiotics.
- We've done our research.
We know all about the drugs they would prescribe, and we know they can be just as harmful as the illness.
It's just penicillin.
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
Penicillin can cause anaphylactic shock.
- [SIGHS.]
- It could kill you.
Are you refusing treatment on religious grounds? No, not religious historical.
Both Elena and I and our families were abused by a Western society that claimed to be "helping.
" I was removed from my home when I was a baby, and by the age of 5, I lived in 44 different foster homes.
[ELENA.]
And after my mother gave birth to me, they sterilized her against her will at the very hospital you're threatening to take our son to.
- Well, Mr.
and Mrs.
Dawson - When you accept "help" from the white man, they take something from you that you can never get back.
My son has been able to sleep under the same roof every night of his life.
And I plan to keep it that way.
[WALT SIGHS.]
[CELLPHONE RINGING.]
[CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
[ZACH.]
Uh, Ferguson, it's me.
Uh, somebody just went into the dead guy's house.
There's a red Camaro parked out front.
Who is this? Walt? [WALT.]
Yeah.
[CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
- [CELLPHONE RINGING.]
- Um [ZACH.]
Hello? [WALT.]
Hello.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[JACOB.]
16 arrows? Sounds like he was killed by Comanches.
Not Comanches.
Hector.
How do you know that? Because "Hector Lives" was carved into this guy's skin.
[JACOB SIGHS.]
What would you suggest I do? Double down on security? Actually, I think you should let your entire security team go.
- What? - You and I both know that Hector is trying to get to us.
I think the best way to lure him out and catch him is to drop the security detail and appear to be unprotected.
We will have Walt here, lying in wait, - and when Hector attacks - Okay, hey.
Setting aside the fact that I'm I'm not so interested in letting go of my security when I find out this new Hector is more dangerous than ever, I don't love the idea of putting my life in Walt Longmire's hands.
He knows I'm about to testify against him.
I don't see a lot of incentive for him to be protecting me right now.
[SIGHS.]
Henry.
So you know, for your own protection, you're welcome to stay at my home anytime.
Thank you for the offer.
But I cannot live my life in hiding anymore.
I didn't tell you about Zach 'cause I didn't know it was him that called in the complaint.
I only knew once I went over to the house that he's renting.
Once I did know, I couldn't call you.
[WALT.]
Actually, you could.
I had a cellphone.
Yeah, but I didn't.
Can I have it back? Why does Zach now think he can call you with information about the case? [FERG.]
Well, it's a good thing he did call.
We wouldn't know anything about this guy who still appears to be in the house.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
[DOOR CREAKING.]
[RUSTLING.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
- What are you looking for? - Whoa.
Um, hey, now.
I'm just I'm looking for my friend.
Ian? Yeah.
You think you're gonna find him in that drawer? [LAUGHS.]
What are you really looking for? All right.
You're under arrest for breaking and entering! I have a key! Me and Ian are business partners.
Ferg, let me have your phone.
[MAN SIGHS.]
Let me show you where your business partner is.
Oh, shit.
[GROANS.]
Uh Someone else was looking for Ian, too.
Looks like they found him first.
- Uh - Any chance they might be looking for you, - as well? - You guys You guys You gotta You gotta You gotta help me.
You gotta protect me.
- You gotta start talking.
- Okay.
Ian, uh he'd, uh he'd sell the occasional, um Drug? Yeah.
Which means you, too, right? You're business partners.
I'm like a I'm a passive investor.
- Come on, you're wasting our time.
- I'm telling you the truth! - What do you wanna know? - Who are you scared of? Who do you think did this to Ian? It's that goddamn Indian! [SIGHS.]
We never should have started selling on the rez.
- [SIGHS.]
- What Indian? He was dumb.
He was big.
He He got all up in our shit a couple weeks ago.
He said either we start pushing his product and we start forking over, like, a huge percentage of the profits, or [SIGHS.]
or we're done selling on the rez.
- What did you say? - We just said We said what anybody would say.
We said, like, you know, "Screw you, Chief.
It's a free country.
" And we we're not stupid.
We We moved the operation to Ian's house, and we we told the rez customers to come here.
So you ignored the Indian? Oh! I'll bet he stole the stash, too.
Is that what you were looking for inside, your heroin? [SIGHS.]
Can you describe the man who threatened you? Was he wearing a black hood? No.
I told you, he was an Indian.
Is this him? No.
He's, uh, bigger, younger.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
That's him.
Thank you.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
[CRASHES.]
[INSECTS CHIRPING.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[HEART BEATING.]
[WATER RUNNING.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[DOOR SLAMS.]
Whoa, whoa! Hey, Henry! Take it easy! Agent Decker, remember? From Cheyenne? [SIGHS.]
- Sorry.
I did not know it was you.
- So you pull a gun? That's kind of an intense response.
You okay? Yes.
I am fine.
[DECKER.]
Yeah, sorry I caught you by surprise.
I got your bartender to let me stay behind after she closed up.
Power of the badge, right? - I see.
- I get it, why you're jumpy, though.
Ever since you and Mr.
Nighthorse came to see us about that Malachi guy, we've been looking into him, and, uh seems like a pretty bad character.
So, my team and I, we've been looking into these two sets of books you have for this place, and we just need to clarify a few things.
It must be important if it cannot wait until the morning.
Actually, it is.
I think we're pretty close to finding him.
- Malachi? - Mm-hmm.
Where is he? I'm afraid I can't tell you that.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
Catori, is everything okay? Did something happen to Tate? He's gonna die if I don't do something.
And I can't stand by and let that happen.
I just don't know what else we can do.
- We've already informed the parents.
- I want to get a court order and have him legally removed from his home.
I want to take custody of him myself.
- Catori, you can't.
- Just temporary custody.
Just enough for him to get the treatment he needs to stay alive.
Can you help me do this? [CELLPHONE RINGING.]
- Hello? - So, your trial starts again today? - Yep.
- How are you feeling? Doomed.
[HENRY.]
Well, this might brighten your day.
The Feds are stepping up their search for Malachi.
They paid me a visit last night.
- Really? - Apparently, they have brought the DEA into the investigation.
They are finding evidence that Malachi - is still active in the drug trade.
- Me too.
The heroin dealer that Hector killed was threatened by Darius.
He was told to stop selling on the rez, unless it was Darius's product, which means Malachi's product.
So, you are thinking that the new Hector is Darius? I am.
But just because we think we know who Hector is doesn't make him any easier to find - [DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
- or any less dangerous.
I know.
But better to know someone is coming is for you.
Yup.
See ya, Henry.
[CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[WALT SIGHS.]
Oh.
Uh, hey, Sheriff.
Uh, Ruby let me in.
- She said it would be okay.
- It's fine, Zach.
- It's fine.
- Yeah.
[WALT.]
What's going on? I don't know if if Ferg told you, but I've been He did, uh, eventually.
And that was me on the phone.
Yep.
Yeah, I figured that out, too.
I'm sorry that I that I hung up.
I just I panicked, and You're not in trouble, Zach.
You You didn't do anything wrong.
Did you? [CHUCKLES.]
No.
No, sir.
[WALT.]
Well, because you made that noise complaint, we found the victim sooner than we might have.
And the call you made yesterday led us to someone who knew the victim, so we got some good information.
Well, I'm I'm glad to hear it.
[SIGHS.]
Okay.
I haven't been, uh totally honest with you, Sheriff.
There's this, uh It's all What's this? Uh, dates, times, and license-plate numbers of all vehicles that stopped by the victim's house for the past couple weeks.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
Including the length of the visits.
Down to the minute.
I always suspected something was going on.
Why didn't you give us this before? 'Cause it makes me look kinda crazy.
You ever see a silver Suburban there? Yeah.
It was the last one that I saw before I called in the noise complaint.
- The last one? - Yeah.
And this was the license-plate number? Yes, sir.
Huh.
You always were a good cop, Zach.
- [CLEARS THROAT.]
- [KNOCK AT DOOR.]
Sheriff, I Zach.
- Hey.
- Ferg.
Zach here has, uh, given us vehicles and license-plate numbers of people that were going in and out of Ian's house before his death.
I'd like you to track them down.
Maybe we can get some leads into our Hector impostor, Darius.
I'd go with you, but I need to be in court.
Okay.
Um, do you want me to bring Zach? [SOFT MUSIC PLAYS.]
It's probably better that you go with Mathias.
I'm assuming a lot of these people are clients of Ian's from the rez.
Can we hold on to your notebook? Yeah.
Yeah.
Thanks, Zach.
Ferg, if you find out who owns that silver Suburban from the last page, you call me immediately even if it means interrupting me in court.
Okay.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
Ladies and gentlemen, I want to apologize for the delay in these court proceedings.
Now, I'm not sure what you might have heard or read in the papers, but you may have read that Tucker Baggett was shot dead, apparently by the defendant's friend and former boss.
Objection! That is unbelievably prejudicial, bordering on corrupt! Overruled, Counselor.
I am not an attorney or a witness.
You don't get to object to me! I shouldn't have to, but I do.
And I want it on the record.
Counselor, sit down.
Now.
Anyway, the delay was meant to give the plaintiff's new attorney a chance to get himself up to speed on the case.
All right.
Mr.
Bishop.
Are you? - Up to speed? - I am, Your Honor.
[JUDGE DROOD.]
You may call your first witness.
[DOOR OPENS.]
[CADY.]
Hey.
Is there a reason you have a gun? I've decided to be a little more cautious since the abduction.
That's sort of why I'm here.
Oh? Do you know something about Darius, where he might be? No.
But as you know, I have a history of taking on clients like him that aren't exactly trustworthy.
And I don't want to make that mistake again.
Do you, by any chance, know Catori Long? She teaches 6th grade at the Red Water Elementary School.
I've known Catori for quite some time.
What kind of person is she? I went to school with her brother, who is in prison now.
Her parents were not model citizens.
Perfect.
But Catori managed to get out.
She went to college.
She could have gotten a job anywhere, but she came back to the rez and dedicated her life to teaching our children.
I can think of no greater character endorsement than that.
Wow.
I think that covers it.
[CHUCKLES.]
Thank you, Henry.
Do you mind if I ask what this is about? Yeah.
Um Catori's trying to get temporary custody of a child to help him get medical attention and save his life.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
I can certainly understand not wanting to lose any more of our children.
Exactly, which is why I'm trying to get this case in front of the Tribal Courts as soon as possible tomorrow, hopefully.
Cady, I do not think you understand how the Tribal Courts work.
You will be lucky to get in front of them in a month.
But a child's life is at stake.
And you are white.
If you want a judge to hear this case quickly, you are going to need the help of the Tribal Council.
Okay.
How do I do that? Well, you do know somebody on the council who could help you.
- I do? - Not too long ago, you were beating him about the head and shoulders with a large stick.
[SIGHS.]
[FERG.]
Okay.
So, of the 30 cars that Zach identified in front of Ian Whitmore's house, 25 of them are registered to people on the rez.
You sound judgy.
What? No, no.
I'm just counting.
- Mm-hmm.
- Just fact.
Hey.
I think that's one of the cars.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
I remember a description of a blue Oldsmobile.
Yeah, there it is: blue Oldsmobile.
Is it the same license plate? I don't know.
Flip around.
Let's see.
[MATHIAS.]
All right.
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[FERG.]
Oh, shit.
No license plate.
Well, that's illegal.
[SIREN WAILING.]
Oh! Oh! Huh.
I think that might be one of our guys.
Mr.
Nighthorse, do you recognize this bumper sticker? Yes, I do.
[QUINN.]
These were bumper stickers designed to oppose the building of your casino, correct? - Yes.
- Would you tell the court who designed and distributed these bumper stickers? - Martha Longmire.
- The wife of the defendant? [JACOB.]
That's right.
So, Walt's not a fan.
I guess not.
[QUINN.]
In fact, when Walt Longmire lost the battle against your casino, did he not begin a campaign of harassment against you? Objection! What does any of this have to do with the wrongful death of Barlow Connally? We waited more than a couple of days to get to the bottom of the murder of Tucker Baggett.
We can wait a touch longer for Mr.
Bishop to get to his point.
Overruled.
My point is simple.
When Walt Longmire doesn't get what he wants, he increases the pressure.
Now, Mr.
Nighthorse, isn't it true that over the past five years, Sheriff Longmire has officially questioned you 16 times? - 17, actually.
- Oh, yes.
My mistake.
Not 16, but 17 times.
And how many of those times have resulted in an arrest or conviction? None.
- That's right.
- And when Walt Longmire couldn't get any of these charges to stick, he went so far as to accuse you, at gunpoint, of killing not only his deputy, but also his wife.
- [TYPING ECHOES.]
- Yes? - The gunpoint - Yes or no, sir.
[ECHOING.]
Yes.
[QUINN ECHOING.]
Frankly, Mr.
Nighthorse, I'm concerned for your life if Mr.
Longmire isn't stripped of his badge and gun immediately.
[ECHOING FADES.]
No further questions, Your Honor.
Uh, uh, hang on a second there, Mr.
Milgrom.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
Thank you.
What just happened? I think juror number 12 has written a note for the judge.
[DAVE SIGHS.]
Great.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Sam Poteet.
I guess we're about to find out why he wanted to be on this jury.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[KNOCK AT DOOR.]
Uh, Cady.
What are you doing here? If we're gonna get a hearing, we need to make an appeal in front of the Tribal Council this afternoon.
But first, we have to get your house ready for Child Inspection Services.
Do you have batteries in your smoke alarms or carbon monoxide detectors? I don't have smoke alarms or carbon monoxide detectors.
- That's okay, because I do.
- Oh.
Okay.
Guess who won that round.
- You? - No.
The judge decided that the jurors can submit written questions if they feel there's something an attorney is overlooking.
He's gonna read Sam Poteet's question.
I'm gonna try to get access to Sam's phone and e-mail records to prove that he and Nighthorse have been in communication.
[JUDGE DROOD.]
Mr.
Nighthorse, I have a two-part question from juror number 12.
"Was Mr.
Nighthorse in business with the plaintiff, Barlow Connally?" Yes, I was.
"Given that, did Barlow's association with the casino make him a target for Sheriff Longmire?" - No.
- No? - [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
- Why not? Because the sheriff had no idea that Barlow was even involved in the casino.
Barlow's loans to me were kept confidential.
How do you know Walt Longmire didn't know? [JACOB.]
Because Barlow told me.
He wanted to take advantage of the influx of tourists that my casino would bring.
But he never wanted Walt to find out his long-term plans, because, in fact, Barlow was angling to ruin Walt.
He wanted to take away his land and turn it into this massive development project he'd cooked up.
Why should we believe you? You're the one with all the new customers.
Was this actually your plan? No.
I was never okay with Barlow's agenda, and I did not participate in it.
As we've talked about, I've had more than my share of run-ins with the sheriff.
But, ultimately I believe Walt Longmire is an honorable man.
And I'm not about to destroy a man's name and livelihood for the sake of making a profit.
Truth be told, I've got a bit of a problem, actually, with people getting their land taken away by rich white men.
That's all well and good, but you have no way of proving Barlow Connally's intentions.
The hell I don't.
I've got e-mails, Your Honor, that prove all of it.
I'd like to see these e-mails.
How 'bout we get those submitted into evidence? [FERG.]
I got a witness, says your car was parked on Sartin Road.
Nah.
No, nuh-uh.
It's a pretty distinctive car, hard to mistake.
It's nah.
[FERG.]
So, do you remember going to an Ian Whitmore's house? - Nah.
- What about Hector? - Have you seen Hector? - No, nuh-uh.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Okay.
That was helpful.
Guy is even more wasted than Mr.
Blue Oldsmobile in there.
Even if they slow-danced with Hector, they wouldn't remember.
Follow me.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
- Aw.
Look at Rusty.
- [GASPS.]
This is the guy your boss is looking for.
He can tell us about Hector.
I hate to wake him.
He looks so peaceful.
Well, there's gotta be something big in those e-mails Nighthorse referred to.
Quinn Bishop just requested a meeting with us in a couple hours.
You know what that is? That's That's a settlement conference.
It can't be that easy.
I feel like you should be a little more excited.
You know, this is a good thing.
It doesn't feel like it.
Well, you know, sometimes good things feel weird.
[JACOB SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
This is to inform you that Jacob? Excuse me, Trevor.
What are you doing here? This is Catori Long.
She's a teacher at Red Water.
We're working together and hoping to get an audience with the Tribal Council.
Well, I'm afraid the agenda is set for today.
I understand, but this this case is time-sensitive.
The life of a child is at stake.
[SIGHS.]
Okay.
I'll see what I can do.
- Jacob? - Yeah? Thank you.
I haven't done anything yet, Cady.
No, for what you did at my dad's trial.
I heard the prosecution wants a settlement conference.
I haven't found the owner of the silver Suburban, but I thought this was worth the interruption.
Mathias and I found Rusty.
I got Mathias to wait before we questioned him about Hector.
All right.
How's the trial going? Weird.
[WALT.]
So, Hector beat you? It ain't right.
I can't even walk into my own house.
That's how damn scared I am.
I asked you to help me, man! [WALT.]
And we want to.
We want to stop this Hector.
But you're the only person who can identify him.
Take a look what he did to his last victim, Rusty.
- You see that? - No, no, no, no, man.
You told us he was wearing a mask.
- Can you remember anything else at all? - I don't know.
Did he drive a silver Suburban? - I don't know.
- If you help us find him, we can throw him in the jail, and you can go home to your drugs.
- I remember he talked a lot.
- We need physical descriptions, Rusty! Did you see his shoes? Or were they boots, maybe blue boots? I don't know.
He had my head against a wall.
I couldn't look down.
He was talking in my ear! - Was he big? Small? - I don't know neither.
- He was more scary than big.
- What does that mean, Rusty? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know! - I don't know, I don't know! - Come here.
What are you doing?! - What are you doing? - Come on.
He had your head against a wall.
Was it like that? Yeah! I guess so, yeah! Okay.
Was he my size? Maybe a little bigger? No.
He wasn't as big as you.
He was He was, like, face-to-face with me when he was coming after me.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure! I don't think I'll ever forget that motor-mouthed psycho as long as I live! [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
So, what do you think? If I know two things about Darius, it's that he's big and he's not a talker.
I know he's our only lead right now but I don't think Darius is Hector.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[SIGHS.]
[CADY.]
So, without your help intervening on Tate's behalf, we're afraid that he might die.
Thank you for the chance to make this appeal.
Why aren't the child's parents here? What do they have to say? They don't support getting treatment for their son.
Do they even know you're here? Not to my knowledge.
So, do you know for certain that the child is gonna die? Sorry? Are you 100% certain that without treatment, this child will die? No, I'm not 100% certain that he will, just like you can't be 100% certain that he won't.
It's not up to us to decide.
But you are deciding, right? You're judging.
You're You are siding with the values of Western medicine, making a prognosis about this child's future, and ripping him from his home.
It's just temporary custody.
[JACOB.]
So you say.
- But things don't always work like that.
- [DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
I was 7 when I was taken from my home.
White man said it was for my health and safety.
My health and safety were never at risk.
And I imagine this is a story that many of us here can tell.
The "wisdom of the white man" has so often been detrimental to our nation.
But it's staggering how hard we've had to fight for the right to raise our own children in the way we see fit.
I don't need to hear any more.
Shall we vote? [HUGO.]
Those in favor of bringing this case before a tribal judge? All those opposed? [DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[QUINN.]
Sorry I'm late.
Got a little lost.
This would have been a lot easier in town.
- Well, easier for you, not my client.
- Anyway, I think we can all agree that this trial has dragged on way too long.
So we'd like to propose a settlement.
How much? $250,000.
Exactly the amount covered by the county.
So I wouldn't have to pay a penny out of my own pocket? - That's right.
- Where do I sign? Nowhere! You don't sign anywhere.
You take this, you're admitting you did something wrong.
I know this man, and he did nothing wrong.
And I know if you're willing to accept that small a settlement, those e-mails Nighthorse handed over must be incendiary.
And you don't want them read in court, do you? - You want to risk continuing the trial? - I do.
I want the jury hearing every word of Barlow's correspondence, read slowly in multiple languages.
And when it's over and that jury rules in our favor, I'm gonna make you and the Connally Estate pay the entire cost of this trial, including the exorbitant legal fees Walt Longmire has had to pay defending himself against this bullshit.
We'll see you in court.
Now hang on.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
So that's it.
He dropped the whole case.
- Told you I was good.
- Did you? - I must not have been listening.
- [CHUCKLES.]
So, what are you gonna do to celebrate? Go to work.
[SLOW MUSIC PLAYS.]
[MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS.]
It used to seem to me That my life ran on too fast And I had to take it slowly Just to make the good parts last When you're born to run It's so hard to just slow down So don't be surprised to see me In the brighter part of town And I'll back in the high life again All the doors I closed one time will open up again [LUCIAN.]
If somebody's reading this, letter, well, then I guess I'm dead.
I suppose by now everyone has figured out that I, Lucian Connally, killed Tucker Baggett.
If you examine the Colt .
45 Peacemaker that's always on my person, you'll find it's the murder weapon.
You can find the slug that actually killed Tucker up in my air vent, along with his bag.
That should be enough to clear anybody else of the charges, because I, Lucian Connally, am guilty, though I am not sorry.
And given the choice between fading away in a prison cell or writing myself an ending with a little more style well I used to be the best that ain't no choice at all.
And I hope that you're still out there And you're like you used to be [LUCIAN.]
You'll find money I put away in a can that's hidden in my closet.
And we'll dance till the morning sun [LUCIAN.]
Should be enough to pay for my cremation.
And we'll let the good times come and we won't stop until we're done And we'll be back in the high life again All the doors I closed one time will open up again [LUCIAN.]
I don't have no family anymore so you can take whatever else I've got to the dump, unless there's something that somebody wants or needs.
Then give it to 'em.
And we'll drink and dance with one hand free And have the world so easily And oh, we'll be a sight to see Back in the high life [LUCIAN.]
This was not the ending that I was hoping for but it was the ending that I expected.
All the eyes that watched us once Will smile and take us in [LUCIAN.]
See ya on the range.
Back in the high life [KNOCKING AT DOOR.]
[CADY.]
Dad? Hey.
Since when do you drink Maxwell House? They're Lucian's ashes.
Oh.
I'm really sorry, Dad.
Are you holding up okay? So what's with the RV parked outside? It's Vic's.
She's living here now? No.
Okay.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Well I just heard from Dave Milgrom.
Apparently, you're not answering your phone.
And I guess Judge Drood decided not to call a mistrial.
Dave told me they've called in another prosecuting attorney, and your trial is set to resume tomorrow.
I'm thinking of retiring.
What? You know, Lucian he said he stayed on the job too long.
- Maybe I have, too.
- Dad, you can't give up.
The criminal case is off the table, and even if this civil case doesn't go your way, you have grounds for an appeal.
And how long is an appeal gonna take, Cady? I'm not gonna spend the rest of my career defending my career.
I'm done.
- No.
No, you're not.
Dad - You know you know, a little while ago, you told me that I should retire.
[REFRIGERATOR DOOR CLOSES.]
- So, what's changed? - [TAB POPS.]
Dad, if you want to leave your job, that's fine.
But only if you leave it on your terms.
Don't let them push you out with a bunch of lies.
Don't let them win.
[SIGHS.]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY.]
Once you get started, there's no turning back In this existence, defend and attack No white flag, no mercy, so cover your ears What are you scared of? There's nothing but fear Put on your helmet, prepare to dig in Sheriff's department! We've had some complaints about the noise! You need to turn it down! Look to the future and bury the past This world's gonna eat you alive It's a sign of the times One chance the strong will survive So put your armor on It's a sign of the times Hello? [MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[INSECTS CHIRPING.]
Jacob.
Thank you for seeing me.
I was hoping that maybe we we could talk? Sure.
Let's talk.
Um, do you think we could go inside? - Maybe talk in private? - Ooh.
I've got a lot of valuable stuff in there, Cady.
Stuff that could break if you were to take me by surprise again and start swinging.
So I think whatever we have to say to each other, we can say it out here.
Jacob, I'm just so very sorry.
[JACOB.]
That's good.
I'm glad that we got that covered.
I also want to say thank you.
For what? For not firing me.
Choosing not to fire you was not an act of kindness.
It was self-interest.
For better or worse, you're still my best option for helping my people with their legal issues.
And as long as you continue to do good in that capacity, you'll continue to enjoy my professional support.
Okay.
Anything else? Um, I actually was going to ask for your help.
Bold.
It's more along the lines of a personal favor.
And the hits just keep on coming.
I know that you're testifying in my dad's civil case.
And I was I was hoping that maybe you could show some mercy.
You know that both professionally and personally, I've had nothing but trouble with your father.
I'm being called into court to speak the truth about that.
Are you asking me to lie on the stand? No.
But this trial is no longer about a wrongful death.
It's about a judge and a mayor trying to kick my dad out of office and personally ruin him, so the Connally Estate can take his land and build a massive development on it.
Jacob maybe you can't affect the outcome of this case.
But there's a chance that you could save his job or at least his home.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
You okay? Sorry to bother you.
I know you wanted some time to deal with Lucian and everything.
But I thought you needed to see this.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
I'm not 100% sure of cause of death, but I'm gonna go with "arrows.
" 16, to be exact.
His name's Ian Whitmore.
An anonymous neighbor called in a noise complaint.
When I got here, music was blasting.
The door was open, so I walked in.
I followed the noise and found Ian in here.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Did you see this? "Hector Lives.
" Yep.
You know, all those other Hector attacks were connected to drugs.
But I searched the entire house, and I didn't find anything drug-related.
You have a glove? Thanks.
No teeth are missing.
Call Vic.
Have her do a background check on Ian here.
And why don't you talk to the person who called this in, as well as any of the neighbors who might have seen something.
Ask them if they spotted a silver Suburban.
Why? Just because.
So, when the paramedics show up, do I move the body with the arrows, or take them out? To be honest, I don't know.
You take any pictures yet? - Yeah.
- I need your phone.
Thanks.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Cady Longmire? [CADY.]
Yeah.
I'm sorry to interrupt.
Oh, no.
That's okay.
Come in.
- Catori Long.
- Hi.
I'm a 6th grade teacher at Red Water Elementary.
So, it says here that you can help with health care and insurance? Yes, absolutely.
Come and have a seat.
[CATORI.]
Great.
[CADY.]
What can I help you with, Catori? Well, uh I don't need the help.
One of my students does.
- Okay.
- His name is Tate Dawson.
He hasn't been to school now for two weeks.
Why? What happened? There's been a scarlet fever outbreak at the school.
Five students were diagnosed by the nurse and sent home.
Four of them are back now and doing fine.
They got the antibiotics they needed.
- But Tate hasn't returned.
- Is he okay? Well, I stopped by his house yesterday to drop off some homework, and I've never seen such a sick child.
Scarlet fever can be fatal, right? [CATORI.]
And I didn't want to seem nosy to his parents, but I did ask if they liked Tate's doctor.
And his dad said he hadn't seen a doctor.
Do you think it's an issue of finances? Do they have insurance? I don't think they do.
Is there any way that you can help them get health care? Yeah, I think I can.
Well, can you come with me to their house and let them know what's available to them? [HENRY INHALES SHARPLY.]
I did not do this.
I told you, someone else is acting as Hector now.
I know.
But have you ever run across the guy in this picture? [HENRY SIGHS.]
No.
Is his name Ian Whitmore? [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
How do you know that? Educated guess.
Remember when I borrowed your Bronco to look into the other Hector incident? Well, the victim of that attack was a heroin addict named Rusty Ames.
Apparently, Hector came after Rusty, wanting to know where to find his dealer, Ian Whitmore.
Well, if this Ian's a dealer, he didn't keep any drugs in his house.
Normally I would say Hector confiscated the drugs, but that was the old Hector.
This one feels very different.
I'll talk to Mathias about interviewing that heroin addict.
I need to find someone who's seen this new Hector up close.
What are you doing? Putting in a dead bolt.
If you're being hunted by Hector, you need to take precautions.
He's a whole different kind of violent.
[FERG.]
Anybody there? Somebody, anybody? Hello! Is anyone in the office? Hey, Ferg.
It's Vic.
- [SIGHS.]
Where is everybody? - Uh, I have no idea where Ruby is.
- I'm a little late getting to the office.
- Okay.
Well, listen.
I've been trying to find out who called in a noise complaint this morning.
I've cold-knocked on a bunch of doors.
I'll check the caller ID on Ruby's phone.
Uh, what time did the call come in? - About 8:20.
- I've got the number.
Do you want a reverse phone directory, - get an address for you? - That'd be great.
All right, hold on a second.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Why didn't you just call me on my cellphone? I would have come in sooner and just done this for you.
Walt took my phone.
And kept it? That's weird.
Okay, I got it.
Your noise complaint came from Brady Dukes at 428 Sartin Road.
[FERG.]
Great.
Thanks, Vic.
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[KNOCK ON DOOR.]
Zach? Hey, Ferguson.
Uh I was looking for Brady Dukes.
- He lives here, right? - Yeah.
Well, I mean, not right now 'cause I'm subletting the place from him.
Oh.
Okay.
[ZACH.]
Yeah.
Um did you call in a noise complaint? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
Uh you know, I thought about just going over there and dealing with him myself, but I was, uh I was pretty worked up.
- I mean, the same song playing for hours.
- Yeah.
I didn't trust myself not to lose it.
[FERG.]
Yeah.
Why didn't you leave your name when you called? I didn't want you guys to not take it seriously 'cause it was me.
I left the department under strained circumstances.
- Yeah, I get it.
- Yeah.
Can you tell me anything about your neighbor? Yeah, his his his taste in music sucks.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- So - there's there's that.
- [LAUGHS.]
Um, listen, I [CLEARS THROAT.]
I've been wondering if he might be a drug dealer.
- [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
- Why's that? Because people show up at his house at all hours.
They never stay very long, and they all look like they're tweaking.
You ever seen a silver Suburban parked out front? Yeah.
Why? What's Is something going on over there? Okay.
You didn't hear this from me.
Your neighbor was murdered.
- Shit.
- I think the loud music was used to cover up the sound of the crime.
Shit, man.
So what, so some guy was getting murdered over there, - and I was just I was just sitting here? - You wouldn't have known.
I could've I could've gone over there.
If I had just gotten up, it might not have happened.
Zach, you can't beat yourself up over this.
All right.
Well, um, thanks for the info.
[ZACH.]
Yeah.
Um It's good to see you, man.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
What makes you so sure this was a Hector incident? Well, "Hector Lives" was written at the crime scene.
Anyway, I appreciate you taking me out to talk to Rusty.
I was half-assuming you wouldn't help me.
You've never been willing to pursue Hector before.
I've never had anybody file a report against Hector before.
Who filed the report? Rusty.
[WALT.]
Hector did this to him? [MATHIAS.]
Yeah.
Apparently, Hector got angry that Rusty couldn't tell him where to find his drug dealer, Ian Whitmore.
Henry thinks Malachi is behind this new Hector.
You talked to Henry about this? Henry and Nighthorse were run off the road by Hector a couple weeks back.
Well, I understand Malachi going after them.
He's angry about the banishment.
But why would Malachi use Hector to punish drug users and dealers? Those are his people.
[DOORBELL RINGS.]
[ELENA.]
Hi, Ms.
Long.
- Good to see you again.
- You too.
- This is my friend, Cady Longmire.
- Hi.
Just wanted to see how Tate was, and bring him something from his classmates.
Oh, look at that.
Well, come on in.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS ON TV.]
[MAN SCREAMING ON TV.]
[ELENA.]
Tate, look who's here.
Tate the Great! [LAUGHS.]
[WEAKLY.]
Hey, Ms.
Long.
Micah, you remember Ms.
Long, Tate's teacher.
I do.
Hi.
How ya doing, Tate? Sorry I couldn't finish the homework you brought.
I was too tired.
[CATORI.]
Don't you worry about that, okay? Oh, hey.
I got something for you.
It's from the class.
Everybody signed it.
[ELENA.]
Oh, look! Everybody's thinking of you.
Rusty? [KNOCKING AT DOOR.]
Open up.
He's not there.
Hasn't been around in a good, long while.
Yeah? What's a good, long while? Couple weeks.
That's when I talked to Rusty at the station.
Far as I'm concerned, that junkie can stay gone.
[DOORKNOB RATTLING.]
There's a key under the ashtray there, if you wanna let yourselves in.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
[MATHIAS.]
Rusty? [MATHIAS.]
Hello? Hello? Rusty? [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Nothing.
He's not in here.
What kind of user leaves his drugs behind? A dead one? Maybe Hector paid Rusty another visit.
Rusty asked me to put him in a witness-relocation program.
I had to break it to him I don't have the resources for that.
Maybe he's just too scared to come home.
I don't blame him.
This new Hector means business.
Shit! So, I run a legal-aid clinic on the rez.
- Mm-hmm.
- Ms.
Long told me you haven't been able to get Tate the medical attention that he needs.
I came along to see if I could help you find ways to get it, in case you don't have health insurance.
Yeah, we don't, even though we both work full-time jobs.
That's not a problem, though, because there's this thing called the Kid Care CHIP program where your child can get medical treatment for free.
I can actually take care of most of the application.
All that you would need to do is fill out this section right here, and I could get Tate admitted to the Durant Regional Hospital immediately.
Um, we are aware of the Kid Care program.
We're treating him here hot soup, lots of liquids, Tylenol.
- I think Tate needs antibiotics.
- We've done our research.
We know all about the drugs they would prescribe, and we know they can be just as harmful as the illness.
It's just penicillin.
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
Penicillin can cause anaphylactic shock.
- [SIGHS.]
- It could kill you.
Are you refusing treatment on religious grounds? No, not religious historical.
Both Elena and I and our families were abused by a Western society that claimed to be "helping.
" I was removed from my home when I was a baby, and by the age of 5, I lived in 44 different foster homes.
[ELENA.]
And after my mother gave birth to me, they sterilized her against her will at the very hospital you're threatening to take our son to.
- Well, Mr.
and Mrs.
Dawson - When you accept "help" from the white man, they take something from you that you can never get back.
My son has been able to sleep under the same roof every night of his life.
And I plan to keep it that way.
[WALT SIGHS.]
[CELLPHONE RINGING.]
[CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
[ZACH.]
Uh, Ferguson, it's me.
Uh, somebody just went into the dead guy's house.
There's a red Camaro parked out front.
Who is this? Walt? [WALT.]
Yeah.
[CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
- [CELLPHONE RINGING.]
- Um [ZACH.]
Hello? [WALT.]
Hello.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[JACOB.]
16 arrows? Sounds like he was killed by Comanches.
Not Comanches.
Hector.
How do you know that? Because "Hector Lives" was carved into this guy's skin.
[JACOB SIGHS.]
What would you suggest I do? Double down on security? Actually, I think you should let your entire security team go.
- What? - You and I both know that Hector is trying to get to us.
I think the best way to lure him out and catch him is to drop the security detail and appear to be unprotected.
We will have Walt here, lying in wait, - and when Hector attacks - Okay, hey.
Setting aside the fact that I'm I'm not so interested in letting go of my security when I find out this new Hector is more dangerous than ever, I don't love the idea of putting my life in Walt Longmire's hands.
He knows I'm about to testify against him.
I don't see a lot of incentive for him to be protecting me right now.
[SIGHS.]
Henry.
So you know, for your own protection, you're welcome to stay at my home anytime.
Thank you for the offer.
But I cannot live my life in hiding anymore.
I didn't tell you about Zach 'cause I didn't know it was him that called in the complaint.
I only knew once I went over to the house that he's renting.
Once I did know, I couldn't call you.
[WALT.]
Actually, you could.
I had a cellphone.
Yeah, but I didn't.
Can I have it back? Why does Zach now think he can call you with information about the case? [FERG.]
Well, it's a good thing he did call.
We wouldn't know anything about this guy who still appears to be in the house.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
[DOOR CREAKING.]
[RUSTLING.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
- What are you looking for? - Whoa.
Um, hey, now.
I'm just I'm looking for my friend.
Ian? Yeah.
You think you're gonna find him in that drawer? [LAUGHS.]
What are you really looking for? All right.
You're under arrest for breaking and entering! I have a key! Me and Ian are business partners.
Ferg, let me have your phone.
[MAN SIGHS.]
Let me show you where your business partner is.
Oh, shit.
[GROANS.]
Uh Someone else was looking for Ian, too.
Looks like they found him first.
- Uh - Any chance they might be looking for you, - as well? - You guys You guys You gotta You gotta You gotta help me.
You gotta protect me.
- You gotta start talking.
- Okay.
Ian, uh he'd, uh he'd sell the occasional, um Drug? Yeah.
Which means you, too, right? You're business partners.
I'm like a I'm a passive investor.
- Come on, you're wasting our time.
- I'm telling you the truth! - What do you wanna know? - Who are you scared of? Who do you think did this to Ian? It's that goddamn Indian! [SIGHS.]
We never should have started selling on the rez.
- [SIGHS.]
- What Indian? He was dumb.
He was big.
He He got all up in our shit a couple weeks ago.
He said either we start pushing his product and we start forking over, like, a huge percentage of the profits, or [SIGHS.]
or we're done selling on the rez.
- What did you say? - We just said We said what anybody would say.
We said, like, you know, "Screw you, Chief.
It's a free country.
" And we we're not stupid.
We We moved the operation to Ian's house, and we we told the rez customers to come here.
So you ignored the Indian? Oh! I'll bet he stole the stash, too.
Is that what you were looking for inside, your heroin? [SIGHS.]
Can you describe the man who threatened you? Was he wearing a black hood? No.
I told you, he was an Indian.
Is this him? No.
He's, uh, bigger, younger.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
That's him.
Thank you.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
[CRASHES.]
[INSECTS CHIRPING.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[HEART BEATING.]
[WATER RUNNING.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[DOOR SLAMS.]
Whoa, whoa! Hey, Henry! Take it easy! Agent Decker, remember? From Cheyenne? [SIGHS.]
- Sorry.
I did not know it was you.
- So you pull a gun? That's kind of an intense response.
You okay? Yes.
I am fine.
[DECKER.]
Yeah, sorry I caught you by surprise.
I got your bartender to let me stay behind after she closed up.
Power of the badge, right? - I see.
- I get it, why you're jumpy, though.
Ever since you and Mr.
Nighthorse came to see us about that Malachi guy, we've been looking into him, and, uh seems like a pretty bad character.
So, my team and I, we've been looking into these two sets of books you have for this place, and we just need to clarify a few things.
It must be important if it cannot wait until the morning.
Actually, it is.
I think we're pretty close to finding him.
- Malachi? - Mm-hmm.
Where is he? I'm afraid I can't tell you that.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
Catori, is everything okay? Did something happen to Tate? He's gonna die if I don't do something.
And I can't stand by and let that happen.
I just don't know what else we can do.
- We've already informed the parents.
- I want to get a court order and have him legally removed from his home.
I want to take custody of him myself.
- Catori, you can't.
- Just temporary custody.
Just enough for him to get the treatment he needs to stay alive.
Can you help me do this? [CELLPHONE RINGING.]
- Hello? - So, your trial starts again today? - Yep.
- How are you feeling? Doomed.
[HENRY.]
Well, this might brighten your day.
The Feds are stepping up their search for Malachi.
They paid me a visit last night.
- Really? - Apparently, they have brought the DEA into the investigation.
They are finding evidence that Malachi - is still active in the drug trade.
- Me too.
The heroin dealer that Hector killed was threatened by Darius.
He was told to stop selling on the rez, unless it was Darius's product, which means Malachi's product.
So, you are thinking that the new Hector is Darius? I am.
But just because we think we know who Hector is doesn't make him any easier to find - [DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
- or any less dangerous.
I know.
But better to know someone is coming is for you.
Yup.
See ya, Henry.
[CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[WALT SIGHS.]
Oh.
Uh, hey, Sheriff.
Uh, Ruby let me in.
- She said it would be okay.
- It's fine, Zach.
- It's fine.
- Yeah.
[WALT.]
What's going on? I don't know if if Ferg told you, but I've been He did, uh, eventually.
And that was me on the phone.
Yep.
Yeah, I figured that out, too.
I'm sorry that I that I hung up.
I just I panicked, and You're not in trouble, Zach.
You You didn't do anything wrong.
Did you? [CHUCKLES.]
No.
No, sir.
[WALT.]
Well, because you made that noise complaint, we found the victim sooner than we might have.
And the call you made yesterday led us to someone who knew the victim, so we got some good information.
Well, I'm I'm glad to hear it.
[SIGHS.]
Okay.
I haven't been, uh totally honest with you, Sheriff.
There's this, uh It's all What's this? Uh, dates, times, and license-plate numbers of all vehicles that stopped by the victim's house for the past couple weeks.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
Including the length of the visits.
Down to the minute.
I always suspected something was going on.
Why didn't you give us this before? 'Cause it makes me look kinda crazy.
You ever see a silver Suburban there? Yeah.
It was the last one that I saw before I called in the noise complaint.
- The last one? - Yeah.
And this was the license-plate number? Yes, sir.
Huh.
You always were a good cop, Zach.
- [CLEARS THROAT.]
- [KNOCK AT DOOR.]
Sheriff, I Zach.
- Hey.
- Ferg.
Zach here has, uh, given us vehicles and license-plate numbers of people that were going in and out of Ian's house before his death.
I'd like you to track them down.
Maybe we can get some leads into our Hector impostor, Darius.
I'd go with you, but I need to be in court.
Okay.
Um, do you want me to bring Zach? [SOFT MUSIC PLAYS.]
It's probably better that you go with Mathias.
I'm assuming a lot of these people are clients of Ian's from the rez.
Can we hold on to your notebook? Yeah.
Yeah.
Thanks, Zach.
Ferg, if you find out who owns that silver Suburban from the last page, you call me immediately even if it means interrupting me in court.
Okay.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
Ladies and gentlemen, I want to apologize for the delay in these court proceedings.
Now, I'm not sure what you might have heard or read in the papers, but you may have read that Tucker Baggett was shot dead, apparently by the defendant's friend and former boss.
Objection! That is unbelievably prejudicial, bordering on corrupt! Overruled, Counselor.
I am not an attorney or a witness.
You don't get to object to me! I shouldn't have to, but I do.
And I want it on the record.
Counselor, sit down.
Now.
Anyway, the delay was meant to give the plaintiff's new attorney a chance to get himself up to speed on the case.
All right.
Mr.
Bishop.
Are you? - Up to speed? - I am, Your Honor.
[JUDGE DROOD.]
You may call your first witness.
[DOOR OPENS.]
[CADY.]
Hey.
Is there a reason you have a gun? I've decided to be a little more cautious since the abduction.
That's sort of why I'm here.
Oh? Do you know something about Darius, where he might be? No.
But as you know, I have a history of taking on clients like him that aren't exactly trustworthy.
And I don't want to make that mistake again.
Do you, by any chance, know Catori Long? She teaches 6th grade at the Red Water Elementary School.
I've known Catori for quite some time.
What kind of person is she? I went to school with her brother, who is in prison now.
Her parents were not model citizens.
Perfect.
But Catori managed to get out.
She went to college.
She could have gotten a job anywhere, but she came back to the rez and dedicated her life to teaching our children.
I can think of no greater character endorsement than that.
Wow.
I think that covers it.
[CHUCKLES.]
Thank you, Henry.
Do you mind if I ask what this is about? Yeah.
Um Catori's trying to get temporary custody of a child to help him get medical attention and save his life.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
I can certainly understand not wanting to lose any more of our children.
Exactly, which is why I'm trying to get this case in front of the Tribal Courts as soon as possible tomorrow, hopefully.
Cady, I do not think you understand how the Tribal Courts work.
You will be lucky to get in front of them in a month.
But a child's life is at stake.
And you are white.
If you want a judge to hear this case quickly, you are going to need the help of the Tribal Council.
Okay.
How do I do that? Well, you do know somebody on the council who could help you.
- I do? - Not too long ago, you were beating him about the head and shoulders with a large stick.
[SIGHS.]
[FERG.]
Okay.
So, of the 30 cars that Zach identified in front of Ian Whitmore's house, 25 of them are registered to people on the rez.
You sound judgy.
What? No, no.
I'm just counting.
- Mm-hmm.
- Just fact.
Hey.
I think that's one of the cars.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
I remember a description of a blue Oldsmobile.
Yeah, there it is: blue Oldsmobile.
Is it the same license plate? I don't know.
Flip around.
Let's see.
[MATHIAS.]
All right.
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[FERG.]
Oh, shit.
No license plate.
Well, that's illegal.
[SIREN WAILING.]
Oh! Oh! Huh.
I think that might be one of our guys.
Mr.
Nighthorse, do you recognize this bumper sticker? Yes, I do.
[QUINN.]
These were bumper stickers designed to oppose the building of your casino, correct? - Yes.
- Would you tell the court who designed and distributed these bumper stickers? - Martha Longmire.
- The wife of the defendant? [JACOB.]
That's right.
So, Walt's not a fan.
I guess not.
[QUINN.]
In fact, when Walt Longmire lost the battle against your casino, did he not begin a campaign of harassment against you? Objection! What does any of this have to do with the wrongful death of Barlow Connally? We waited more than a couple of days to get to the bottom of the murder of Tucker Baggett.
We can wait a touch longer for Mr.
Bishop to get to his point.
Overruled.
My point is simple.
When Walt Longmire doesn't get what he wants, he increases the pressure.
Now, Mr.
Nighthorse, isn't it true that over the past five years, Sheriff Longmire has officially questioned you 16 times? - 17, actually.
- Oh, yes.
My mistake.
Not 16, but 17 times.
And how many of those times have resulted in an arrest or conviction? None.
- That's right.
- And when Walt Longmire couldn't get any of these charges to stick, he went so far as to accuse you, at gunpoint, of killing not only his deputy, but also his wife.
- [TYPING ECHOES.]
- Yes? - The gunpoint - Yes or no, sir.
[ECHOING.]
Yes.
[QUINN ECHOING.]
Frankly, Mr.
Nighthorse, I'm concerned for your life if Mr.
Longmire isn't stripped of his badge and gun immediately.
[ECHOING FADES.]
No further questions, Your Honor.
Uh, uh, hang on a second there, Mr.
Milgrom.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
Thank you.
What just happened? I think juror number 12 has written a note for the judge.
[DAVE SIGHS.]
Great.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Sam Poteet.
I guess we're about to find out why he wanted to be on this jury.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[KNOCK AT DOOR.]
Uh, Cady.
What are you doing here? If we're gonna get a hearing, we need to make an appeal in front of the Tribal Council this afternoon.
But first, we have to get your house ready for Child Inspection Services.
Do you have batteries in your smoke alarms or carbon monoxide detectors? I don't have smoke alarms or carbon monoxide detectors.
- That's okay, because I do.
- Oh.
Okay.
Guess who won that round.
- You? - No.
The judge decided that the jurors can submit written questions if they feel there's something an attorney is overlooking.
He's gonna read Sam Poteet's question.
I'm gonna try to get access to Sam's phone and e-mail records to prove that he and Nighthorse have been in communication.
[JUDGE DROOD.]
Mr.
Nighthorse, I have a two-part question from juror number 12.
"Was Mr.
Nighthorse in business with the plaintiff, Barlow Connally?" Yes, I was.
"Given that, did Barlow's association with the casino make him a target for Sheriff Longmire?" - No.
- No? - [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
- Why not? Because the sheriff had no idea that Barlow was even involved in the casino.
Barlow's loans to me were kept confidential.
How do you know Walt Longmire didn't know? [JACOB.]
Because Barlow told me.
He wanted to take advantage of the influx of tourists that my casino would bring.
But he never wanted Walt to find out his long-term plans, because, in fact, Barlow was angling to ruin Walt.
He wanted to take away his land and turn it into this massive development project he'd cooked up.
Why should we believe you? You're the one with all the new customers.
Was this actually your plan? No.
I was never okay with Barlow's agenda, and I did not participate in it.
As we've talked about, I've had more than my share of run-ins with the sheriff.
But, ultimately I believe Walt Longmire is an honorable man.
And I'm not about to destroy a man's name and livelihood for the sake of making a profit.
Truth be told, I've got a bit of a problem, actually, with people getting their land taken away by rich white men.
That's all well and good, but you have no way of proving Barlow Connally's intentions.
The hell I don't.
I've got e-mails, Your Honor, that prove all of it.
I'd like to see these e-mails.
How 'bout we get those submitted into evidence? [FERG.]
I got a witness, says your car was parked on Sartin Road.
Nah.
No, nuh-uh.
It's a pretty distinctive car, hard to mistake.
It's nah.
[FERG.]
So, do you remember going to an Ian Whitmore's house? - Nah.
- What about Hector? - Have you seen Hector? - No, nuh-uh.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Okay.
That was helpful.
Guy is even more wasted than Mr.
Blue Oldsmobile in there.
Even if they slow-danced with Hector, they wouldn't remember.
Follow me.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES.]
- Aw.
Look at Rusty.
- [GASPS.]
This is the guy your boss is looking for.
He can tell us about Hector.
I hate to wake him.
He looks so peaceful.
Well, there's gotta be something big in those e-mails Nighthorse referred to.
Quinn Bishop just requested a meeting with us in a couple hours.
You know what that is? That's That's a settlement conference.
It can't be that easy.
I feel like you should be a little more excited.
You know, this is a good thing.
It doesn't feel like it.
Well, you know, sometimes good things feel weird.
[JACOB SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
This is to inform you that Jacob? Excuse me, Trevor.
What are you doing here? This is Catori Long.
She's a teacher at Red Water.
We're working together and hoping to get an audience with the Tribal Council.
Well, I'm afraid the agenda is set for today.
I understand, but this this case is time-sensitive.
The life of a child is at stake.
[SIGHS.]
Okay.
I'll see what I can do.
- Jacob? - Yeah? Thank you.
I haven't done anything yet, Cady.
No, for what you did at my dad's trial.
I heard the prosecution wants a settlement conference.
I haven't found the owner of the silver Suburban, but I thought this was worth the interruption.
Mathias and I found Rusty.
I got Mathias to wait before we questioned him about Hector.
All right.
How's the trial going? Weird.
[WALT.]
So, Hector beat you? It ain't right.
I can't even walk into my own house.
That's how damn scared I am.
I asked you to help me, man! [WALT.]
And we want to.
We want to stop this Hector.
But you're the only person who can identify him.
Take a look what he did to his last victim, Rusty.
- You see that? - No, no, no, no, man.
You told us he was wearing a mask.
- Can you remember anything else at all? - I don't know.
Did he drive a silver Suburban? - I don't know.
- If you help us find him, we can throw him in the jail, and you can go home to your drugs.
- I remember he talked a lot.
- We need physical descriptions, Rusty! Did you see his shoes? Or were they boots, maybe blue boots? I don't know.
He had my head against a wall.
I couldn't look down.
He was talking in my ear! - Was he big? Small? - I don't know neither.
- He was more scary than big.
- What does that mean, Rusty? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know! - I don't know, I don't know! - Come here.
What are you doing?! - What are you doing? - Come on.
He had your head against a wall.
Was it like that? Yeah! I guess so, yeah! Okay.
Was he my size? Maybe a little bigger? No.
He wasn't as big as you.
He was He was, like, face-to-face with me when he was coming after me.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure! I don't think I'll ever forget that motor-mouthed psycho as long as I live! [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
So, what do you think? If I know two things about Darius, it's that he's big and he's not a talker.
I know he's our only lead right now but I don't think Darius is Hector.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[SIGHS.]
[CADY.]
So, without your help intervening on Tate's behalf, we're afraid that he might die.
Thank you for the chance to make this appeal.
Why aren't the child's parents here? What do they have to say? They don't support getting treatment for their son.
Do they even know you're here? Not to my knowledge.
So, do you know for certain that the child is gonna die? Sorry? Are you 100% certain that without treatment, this child will die? No, I'm not 100% certain that he will, just like you can't be 100% certain that he won't.
It's not up to us to decide.
But you are deciding, right? You're judging.
You're You are siding with the values of Western medicine, making a prognosis about this child's future, and ripping him from his home.
It's just temporary custody.
[JACOB.]
So you say.
- But things don't always work like that.
- [DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
I was 7 when I was taken from my home.
White man said it was for my health and safety.
My health and safety were never at risk.
And I imagine this is a story that many of us here can tell.
The "wisdom of the white man" has so often been detrimental to our nation.
But it's staggering how hard we've had to fight for the right to raise our own children in the way we see fit.
I don't need to hear any more.
Shall we vote? [HUGO.]
Those in favor of bringing this case before a tribal judge? All those opposed? [DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[QUINN.]
Sorry I'm late.
Got a little lost.
This would have been a lot easier in town.
- Well, easier for you, not my client.
- Anyway, I think we can all agree that this trial has dragged on way too long.
So we'd like to propose a settlement.
How much? $250,000.
Exactly the amount covered by the county.
So I wouldn't have to pay a penny out of my own pocket? - That's right.
- Where do I sign? Nowhere! You don't sign anywhere.
You take this, you're admitting you did something wrong.
I know this man, and he did nothing wrong.
And I know if you're willing to accept that small a settlement, those e-mails Nighthorse handed over must be incendiary.
And you don't want them read in court, do you? - You want to risk continuing the trial? - I do.
I want the jury hearing every word of Barlow's correspondence, read slowly in multiple languages.
And when it's over and that jury rules in our favor, I'm gonna make you and the Connally Estate pay the entire cost of this trial, including the exorbitant legal fees Walt Longmire has had to pay defending himself against this bullshit.
We'll see you in court.
Now hang on.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
So that's it.
He dropped the whole case.
- Told you I was good.
- Did you? - I must not have been listening.
- [CHUCKLES.]
So, what are you gonna do to celebrate? Go to work.
[SLOW MUSIC PLAYS.]
[MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS.]