Longmire s06e07 Episode Script

Can you give me five minutes? I need to check one thing.
Okay.
I know it's early, but I, uh What's going on? What's going on with you? You first.
Uh, okay.
I just got Ian Whitmore's autopsy report back.
He didn't die from arrow wounds.
- He didn't? - No.
You know how Ferg counted 16 arrows in the body? Well, the report said there were 17 puncture wounds, but I couldn't find the 17th one at first because it was so much smaller than the other ones like syringe size.
When I saw that, I asked for a tox report.
Turns out that Ian died from a heroin overdose.
Sound familiar? - Like Joey Takoda.
- Yeah.
Morning, Zach.
What brings you around? - Uh - I asked him to come in.
I went to return his notebook, and he told me that he'd gone ahead and tracked down the owner of that silver Suburban that Hector was driving, and Well, go ahead.
Tell him, Zach.
Uh, okay, yeah.
It's, uh It's a rental.
Or at least it's leased to a company named Emerald Urban Landscaping.
And? The address for Emerald Urban Landscaping, it's the same address as a Boston bar called the Shamrock & Plough.
Which is also the same address as a now-defunct travel agency called Manifest Destinations.
Are you telling me that the Irish Mob are back and they're working with Malachi? Seems so.
While using a copycat Hector as their enforcer and their assassin.
You got something you wanted to tell us? Well, I do.
We have all been looking for the wrong Hector.
I went to a hunting store in town to see if Darius bought any arrows.
But the only person who made a purchase of arrows recently was a white male with red hair.
So, Irish Mob, assassination by heroin injection, redhead.
- You know who this sounds like? - Yep.
Eddie Harp.
But Eddie Harp's dead.
Ah.
Is it Halloween already? No, sir.
No.
Uh, I'm Sheriff Walt Longmire from Absaroka County, Wyoming.
Well, what's a cowboy like you doing up here in New England, sir? Is that hat made out of beaver or rabbit? Well, it's, uh it's beaver.
I always wanted a hat like that.
I love them old Westerns, you know? Well, so I heard.
Um, I was hoping to talk to you about your son, Eddie.
As far as I'm concerned, we don't have a son.
Not since he dropped out of med school.
Why did he drop out? Bad influences.
No.
A man is responsible for his own choices.
And if he can be that easily influenced, then it's a sign of bad character.
So I gather there were people in Eddie's life that you two didn't care for? You make it sound like he just started smoking.
That's not it at all.
He chose evil.
- He went to work for these people - He went to work for murderers.
They killed me brother.
And Eddie, he went to work for them like family didn't matter to him at all.
That's when we cut him off.
And then we had to leave Boston.
He and his new friends, they were causing so much trouble with our the police, with our neighbors.
We didn't feel safe.
- So - We moved to this sinkhole! Money goes in, and bills come out.
I had a good job in Boston.
I had a career and a family.
Because of Eddie, we lost all that.
But at least we can look at ourselves in the mirror.
Eddie, wherever he is, he can't do that.
Sheriff, whatever bad thing it is you think Eddie did, I'm telling you now, he did it.
Uh, I-I'm sorry about that.
Keith gets There's no need to apologize, Mrs.
Harp.
Would you happen to have a photograph of Eddie anywhere? No.
I had to get rid of his pictures long ago.
When was the last time you heard from your son? In person? Oh, about 20 years.
You said "in person.
" - Mm.
- Has he called or written to you? He sends checks.
Oh, well, that must be helpful.
Oh, I don't cash them.
Keith wouldn't like that.
He wouldn't allow that, no.
But it makes me feel that I I-I don't know, that maybe there's still some good left in him.
When was the last time he sent you a check? Um, last Thursday, I think, yes.
Eddie sent you a check last week? - You seem surprised.
- I am.
A little bit.
Um, did you throw that check away? Oh, no, no.
I keep them all.
Would Would you like to see them? If you don't mind.
No.
I'll go get them for you.
Mathias.
What brings you here? Is he here? I'm sorry, is who here? The little boy, Tate Dawson.
Parents got home from work, and he was gone.
Said I should talk to his teacher, Catori Long, but she wasn't home.
Then they said I should talk to you.
I haven't seen Tate at all today.
What about Catori Long? I haven't seen her, either.
All right.
Well, I'm gonna need to look around.
Okay, but they're not here.
Hello? Cady, I couldn't just let him die.
Hey.
Uh, how are you? Long time, no see.
- Cady, it's Catori.
- Yeah, I know.
Well, can you talk? - Mm-hmm.
- Okay, look, I really need your help.
- I'm I'm on my way over.
- No, I couldn't ask you to do that.
- Is someone there? - Mm-hmm.
Oh, no.
Is it the Dawsons? No, it's, uh It isn't.
It's It's worse, unfortunately.
Oh, my God.
- It's the cops.
- Uh-huh.
You know, why don't we just, uh, meet up later? Who was that? - A friend.
- Mm-hmm.
So, did you find any kidnapped children in here? Not yet, but when you talk to Tate or Catori, you will call me.
So, Eddie Harp has been sending three or four of these checks to his parents every year for almost 20 years.
This one arrived last Thursday.
So he's alive.
That picture you saw of his dead body was fake.
Seems like it.
There's over $500,000 here.
His parents never cashed any of this? No.
They considered it dirty money.
Good for them.
Greater Boston Savings and Trust has a branch in Sheridan.
I'll head over there and see what they can tell me about Eddie and his account.
Vic, find out what you can about that new shell corporation the mob's using, Emerald Urban Landscaping.
Okay.
All right.
But I was thinking, even though Greater Boston is a Massachusetts bank, they got branches all over the place.
That makes this interstate.
- Why don't we use the FBI to find Eddie? - No.
Okay, look, I know that you don't like working with the Feds or anyone, for that matter but there's only three of us, - and you've got me chained to a desk.
- It's not that.
We could use the help.
But when we told the FBI we had Eddie in custody, somehow, his people found out and ambushed Ferg.
Then Henry and Nighthorse went down to Cheyenne to meet with the Feds about Malachi, who now seems to be in business with Eddie, and they got ambushed, too.
So you think that the Boston Mob's got someone on the inside? I just think we should do some of our own legwork without the Feds.
At least to start.
Catori, what is going on? I am so sorry.
Except I'm not.
You understand that this is basically kidnapping.
I am trying to save Tate's life.
And he's with me willingly.
I didn't abduct him.
His parents seem to think that you did.
It's not like that.
I know his parents work, so when they were both out, I stopped by, and I told Tate they wanted me - to take him to the hospital.
- Oh, I see.
You just You just lied to an 11-year-old.
I didn't want him to feel scared.
- Well, have you taken him to see a doctor? - No.
Not yet.
I mean, I realize how this looks.
I didn't know what to say to the doctors.
I was hoping you could help.
No, I can't.
I cannot help you commit a crime.
It is not a crime.
What his parents are doing, letting him sit there just getting sicker and sicker, that's a crime.
Cady.
He needs penicillin.
If I help you with this, you turn yourself in to the tribal police as soon as he has medication, okay? I can't hide you.
I have no problem facing the consequences of my actions.
Yeah, I I'm not, um, here to sign up for a new checking account, - Mr.
, um - Plerson.
- Mr.
Plerson.
- Yeah.
I'm actually here to ask you, uh, about the checking account of one of your customers.
Oh.
Oh, I'm I'm afraid we can't share that information.
Guy who wrote these checks is a suspect in two brutal murders.
Oh.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
So, I'm gonna need you to tell me everything you can about him.
Sure.
Sure.
Let me Let me Let me pull that information up for you here.
Thank you.
Uh Huh.
Edward Harp's account was closed.
How recently? Uh 2004.
But he's still writing checks from this account.
Yeah.
Maybe he had some leftover checks, but there's no money in that account to cover them.
- Uh Gary? - Gary, yeah.
Gary, think you could print me out a copy of that photo? In color? Sure.
Sure.
Hey, Walt! Walt! Oh, hey, Bob.
Congrats, man.
I heard you won your court case.
Yeah, thanks.
I, uh - Well, I sort of forgot to celebrate.
- Ah.
Well, I have some pretty good news, too.
I just come from the rehab clinic.
Looks like Billy's gonna stay another 30 days.
- Voluntarily, so - That's great news, Bob.
- Yeah.
- Great news.
I think he's about to turn a corner, like that.
All right.
Listen, Bob.
I, uh You said you haven't had much work lately.
Well, I got a little little carpentry I need done.
I need some doors for my kitchen cabinets, so I mean, I'd pay you.
Uh, why don't you, uh, come by later, and we'll we'll talk details? - I appreciate that.
- Okay.
Okay, then.
Yeah.
Thanks.
What was that about? Well, I came to ask you for a favor and, uh, ended up doing one for Bob, so What kind of favor were you going to ask me? It's a work thing.
You remember that drug addict that got attacked by Hector? - Rusty Ames.
- Yeah.
Now that his heroin dealer is dead, I'm guessing he's gonna be looking for a new one.
And it would not surprise me if that turned out to be Eddie Harp.
You have confirmed that Eddie is actually alive? I did.
I think he's been putting on a Hector mask and killing off his competition.
Trying to corner the local heroin market.
Yeah.
So I'm guessing if we can follow Rusty, he might lead us to Eddie.
Makes sense.
The only problem with that is, uh, Rusty's already seen me and Ferg, so we can't follow him.
And Vic's not ready to go back out in the field.
Which leaves Ruby.
Are you sure she's up to it? I will get someone to cover me this afternoon.
Thanks, Henry.
That rash on Tate's neck, everything on the Internet says it should have gone away by now.
But everything on the Internet assumes he's taking antibiotics.
I'll drop you up front, and you can go inside and talk to someone - Catori, pull over right now.
- What's wrong? Pull over right now.
I don't know.
Maybe nothing.
Just stay here, okay? I'll be back.
Hey! She's that lawyer, isn't she? Excuse me, I just need - We saw you on Facebook.
- Excuse me? The Tribal Council meeting, there was a video.
You were trying to take Micah and Elena's boy away.
- That's not true.
- Hey, that lawyer is here.
Yeah, Cady Longmire.
If you'll let me go into the hospital, I - Did you kidnap Tate Dawson? - No one kidnapped Tate.
I think there's been a misunderstanding - about the treatment that he needs.
- Treatment you say he needs! I-I don't think you fully understand scarlet fever.
Oh.
Why don't you educate us, O wise one? - Where's my boy? - Mr.
Dawson.
No, no, no, he he needs to come home.
He needs to be under my roof in his own bed, so where is he? Hey! There's someone in that car! It's her! It's that teacher! Perfect timing.
Vic's on the phone.
Why isn't she at her desk? Broke her shackles, I guess.
Vic, where are you? Don't be angry, but state troopers found this truck I was looking for, and you weren't around, and Ferg wasn't there.
I know I was supposed to stay at my desk, but That's right, you were, but not as punishment.
- For your own health.
- I don't think it's healthy to be so bored, you feel like you're gonna puke.
- Vic.
- Walt, shut up, okay? Just get here.
You gotta see this truck.
I didn't do anything.
That's not true.
We got witnesses who saw you get out of the same car as Catori Long.
That's not a crime.
Mm.
Unless she's got a kidnapped kid in her car.
Does she? Does she? What do your witnesses say? I don't have to answer your questions.
And I don't have to answer yours.
No, sadly, you do not.
But let me take this opportunity to let you know exactly how deep the shit is that you are currently in.
Because I believe your teacher friend does have Tate, and I believe you're helping her.
All she wants to do is just help one of her students.
I know you think that.
But that's not what his parents think.
The only help anybody wants from you is to help getting Tate Dawson back home.
This boy, Tate, he could die.
I hope that's not true, because if it is and he dies before he's returned to his parents, you're gonna be accessory to a second-degree murder.
Do you understand? May I leave? Have you reconsidered? No, I need a ride to my car.
Hey! Can I give you a lift? Seriously? Yeah, that'd be awesome, man.
Hop in.
Where you headed? Uh, I gotta go see the doctor.
So, the hospital in Durant or the rez clinic? The new clinic.
New clinic? Yeah, I guess some do-gooder doctor set up one of those mobile clinics.
I have not heard of this.
Yeah, it moves around a lot.
I heard it's out by Southgate right now.
You going that far? As a matter of fact, I am.
So, this is the truck? I'm a little underwhelmed.
What am I missing? I was researching the mob's new shell company, Emerald Urban Landscaping.
I found another record of a truck they rented, so I put out an APB.
Check it out.
Look at the addresses on the crates.
Four Arrows Casino, care of Jacob Nighthorse.
- So, what's the mob sending to him? - I don't know.
Driver took off right after he got pulled over, and I didn't want to open anything until you got here.
Arts and crafts? - Is that - Heroin.
Jacob Nighthorse's name written all over it.
Hey, Ruby.
Um, is my dad here? What's wrong, honey? I just need help looking for someone.
- Who? - Hey.
Um, her name is Catori Long.
She's a schoolteacher.
- Okay.
I can help you find her.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Okay.
Any idea where to start looking? Uh, yeah, on on the rez.
Oh.
- You can't help me, can you? - No, no, no.
I could in theory.
I just the rez makes it a little trickier.
- Have you thought about Mathias? - I can't really do that because I'm trying to find her before he does.
I am so screwed.
Maybe not.
Here.
I might have someone who might be able to help in a less official capacity.
He's, uh, kind of a private eye.
Thank you.
Are you okay? Not really.
Why do you think I'm going to the doctor? I think that's it right there.
This is a medical clinic? Yeah, I know, right? Do you need me to wait for you? What's your deal? I do not have a deal.
This is just a long way from anything, and I thought you might not want to walk.
Look, thanks for the ride, man, but you and I, we're we're good, okay? - Okay.
- I don't need you to stay.
Hey.
Thank you.
So, my assistant said that you wanted to talk, but she didn't say what about.
Yeah, I, uh I didn't tell her.
I-I guess I felt I needed to come by and do this in person.
Do what? Thank you.
Your testimony in court, you you saved my job.
More than that, my reputation.
Oh, well, I think you, uh, may have overestimated the, uh, prosecution's case.
No.
No, I didn't.
I was dead to rights.
I mean, it was all lies, but they had me until you spoke and told the truth.
I was under oath.
Well, you could have withheld information, but you didn't.
I couldn't for the life of me figure out why you would help me, Jacob after all I've done to you, all the things I've accused you of.
You're familiar with Occam's Razor, I assume? The simplest explanation is usually the right one.
Exactly.
Maybe it's just as simple as I saw an injustice happening and, uh, chose to put an end to it.
You know, uh, I came up with an even simpler explanation.
You want me on your side.
You wanted to do me a favor so I would do you a favor down the line.
And what favor would I need you to do for me, Walt? I don't know.
Look the other way when you try to traffic 20 kilos of heroin.
You are a broken record! Pulled over a truck this afternoon filled with crates of antiquities headed to your casino.
And in every crate, under a false bottom, was a brick of heroin.
Of course there was.
Put down the phone.
Get me security.
Put it down.
Jacob Nighthorse, you have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Apparently you have forgotten, sir, that this casino is on sovereign territory.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to represent you.
You understand your rights as they've been explained to you? Oh, hey.
It's, uh, Cady, right? Yes.
And y-you're Zach.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Ferg didn't tell me that you were you.
Okay.
I'm a little confused.
So, Ferg told you something about me, - now you're here? - Sorry, yeah.
He said you might be interested in working as a private detective, but, um, I-I didn't realize that you were you were the Zach that, um, worked for my dad.
Yeah, for, like, about a week.
- Right.
- Yeah.
Uh, you you should you should come in.
- Okay.
- Yeah, no, I'm I'm being - You sure? - I'm being rude.
- Okay, sure, thanks.
- Come in.
Yeah, I should, uh I should put on a shirt, 'cause I mean, who answers the door shirtless? - That's - I was doing Yeah, no, it's okay.
I, um - I was in the middle of, uh - I'm sorry that I surprised you.
Ferg just didn't give me a phone number.
I should tell you that, uh, I am not a licensed private investigator.
Uh, in fact, my only official police experience, um, was that brief time I worked for your dad, and and he fired me.
Beggars can't be choosers.
No, we cannot.
Look, um, it's it's not it's not a big job.
I'm looking for a woman, Catori.
She's a client, and I think she's on the rez, so my dad and Ferg can't really get involved.
I think she's in a little bit of trouble.
What kind of trouble? Kidnapping.
Okay, I-I think I should pass on that one.
- What? - Uh, yeah.
No.
No, Zach.
I really need your help.
She's not dangerous.
She's just trying to get a very sick boy help.
No, it's just The thing with your dad, okay? It's, uh It's kind of awkward.
I just Listen, Zach, I will pay you $500 a day.
Okay? Please.
I really need your help.
You're not hearing me, Walt.
Again, I'm being set up here.
I don't know how many times I have to tell you.
If someone was setting you up, they'd have worked harder to make sure you got caught.
They'd have called in a tip or the driver would have made sure he was pulled over for speeding.
There was none of that.
My deputy found that truck on her own.
And the drugs were carefully concealed under a shipment of antiquities.
Holy shit.
Don't get too comfortable.
You won't be there for long.
As soon as Vic and Ferg get back from searching your casino for Eddie Harp, your heroin distributor, I'm taking you to Tri-County.
Oh, no.
Hey, no, you can't do that.
I have to.
We don't have the proper facilities here for holding a drug trafficker.
Look, Tri-County Jail is like Malachi's personal fiefdom.
If I go in there, I'll be dead within 24 hours.
Just stop.
Stop pretending that you two are enemies, Jacob.
Malachi, Darius, Eddie Harp, you it's clear you're working together.
That is not true! That is not close to being true! - I don't know what you think you have - I told you what I have.
I got 20 kilos of heroin in a mob truck addressed to you.
Will you listen to me for one minute? Just think about this.
If I really wanted to get away with trafficking drugs, why would I ever have given that testimony that cleared you? It would have been in my best interest to get you fired.
I would have piled on, like everybody else, and got you fired.
So, I'm begging you, here.
Do not send me to Tri-County.
You know, I got in a lot of trouble over the years for not following proper procedure.
I'm not gonna make that mistake again.
Hey, hey, Walt.
No.
Walt, please! Walt! New patient forms right by the door! I am not a patient, but I am curious.
About what? This whole place.
What is it? Well, I'm part of a network of physicians trying to provide health coverage where it's needed most.
Where people can't get to it.
But we already have a clinic on the rez.
And the doctor's only on call part time.
I'm not faulting IHS, but that's not enough for the people who live around here.
So, you have a doctor here 24 hours a day? No.
It's just me and sometimes my physician's assistant.
We can only handle 60 or 70 hours a week, but we make sure that we stay open when the other clinic isn't, and we move so that people who don't have a car can get here.
So, if you are all about access, then why do you set up shop out in the middle of nowhere? I'm sorry, can I help you with something? Yes.
The gentleman who was just here, Rusty Ames, do you mind if I ask you what he was here for? No.
But I'm certainly not gonna answer you.
I know all about doctor/patient privacy.
I just Well, I'm a friend of his mother, and she's concerned about Rusty.
He has had some problems with substance abuse.
Well, I can't tell you what he was here for.
But I can tell you that among the many services that we provide here, therapy for drug addiction is one of them.
Like methadone.
So, I have Catori's cell number.
I guess you could start by tracing that since she's not answering my calls.
And, I don't know, she lives in a pretty remote area.
Not a ton of neighbors, so if you wanted to break into her house, you could Well, if if Catori's hiding, then she's probably not gonna be in her house.
No.
Right.
Of course.
But maybe you could find, like, some credit card bills, and then you could see if she's made - any recent purchases.
- Um, I should I should have probably mentioned this.
I'm not gonna break the law, which, so far, pretty much rules out everything you've suggested.
What can you do, then? Well, in truth, phone calls, credit card bills, they very rarely tell us anything of interest.
I think a better approach to policing is just to focus on Catori.
What's she afraid of? Who does she trust? What kind of person is she? According to Henry, she's pretty amazing.
She's overcome a lot.
She's a beloved teacher at Red Rock Stop the car.
Stop.
Get down.
Stay low.
Stay low.
Okay.
What's going on? That's your office over there, right? Yeah.
What What's happening? You're going to have to come back to my place.
- What? - It's gonna be safer for you there.
- Safer? Okay.
- Yeah, just No, no, no, no, no.
Stay down.
All right.
- Switch seats, okay? - Switch seats? Yeah, come and sit over here.
- Okay.
Uh-huh.
- Keep down.
Keep low, keep low.
Stay down.
- Okay.
- Let's go.
Simply too dangerous.
They will carve my client up like a Virginia ham in there.
Jacob should have thought of that before smuggling drugs in my county.
You cannot prove that.
Well, I'm pretty sure I can.
All right.
While I do not acknowledge there is any merit to this whole drug trafficking fiction, I will settle in the short term for some form of house arrest.
Well, it's not up to you.
Oh.
So, then, you're actually trying to murder Jacob Nighthorse? - No.
- That's what you'll be doing if you send him into the general population of that prison.
There's over 100 members of the Brotherhood in there.
They're all connected to Malachi Strand, who my client didn't just fire, but banished from his ancestral land.
So the question is not if Nighthorse will be killed in there, but when.
All right.
I'll make you a deal.
Make no mistake this offer is not made in the spirit of compromise or mercy.
So far, it sounds like kind of a shitty deal.
I still have some clout with the assistant district attorney and with the warden at Tri-County.
I will recommend that your client not be placed in the general population, and instead, he will be held in solitary confinement for his own safety.
In exchange for what? I want him to tell me where to find Eddie Harp.
That's the deal.
Take it or leave it.
Wow.
Nice place.
So, what are we looking for? Well, the warrant is for heroin, native artifacts, and any documents relating to Nighthorse's finances.
So, basically anything? Basically.
So, I'm thinking about moving back.
Back where? To the trailer park.
I feel like I should get out of your hair.
You're not, um You're not in my hair.
Yeah, well, even so, it's not like I can leave my RV parked outside of your house forever.
I'm sure I'm driving down the property value.
I don't care about that.
No, I was kidding.
About moving? No, about the property value.
Okay.
Uh, well, if Nighthorse has anything important, it's not in here, so I'm gonna go check the other rooms.
Walt, Henry.
I have been following Rusty, but I am afraid he may be a dead end.
It looks like he's trying to get clean.
You may need another way to find Eddie Harp.
Call me.
Hello, there.
Can I help you? Hey, yeah.
I'm, uh I'm Zach.
I saw you at the sheriff's office the other day.
Right.
I'm a friend of Cady Longmire's.
She is a good friend to have.
Well, not exactly a friend.
She hired me to do a job.
I'm I'm trying to help her find, uh, Catori Long.
- Catori is missing? - Yeah.
She's trying to get some sick kid to a doctor, so she she kidnapped him.
Does that sound like something she would do? The kidnapping part? No.
The getting him to a doctor? Yes.
Well, I-I tried to speak to her co-workers at the school, but nobody would speak to me, so do you have any idea where she might be hiding? She will not be hiding.
She will be trying to get that boy medical attention.
Okay, well, there's an angry mob that's blocking the entrance to the hospital.
There's another one blocking the entrance to the rez clinic, so, I mean, where else would she go? Would she go out of state, or If she's already gone this far, I imagine she would do anything.
Hey, Henry? - You got a phone call.
- Coming.
I do know of another place she might go where there will not be a crowd waiting to stop her.
Hello, jackpot.
Not really.
What, no drugs? No false bottoms in any of these crates.
Just a bunch of artifacts.
Well, they were all shipped from Utah, just like the crates on the, uh, truck.
What's wrong? This packing material is different than what was in those crates on the truck.
These crates are different, too.
So what? So Nighthorse is insisting that he's been set up.
I'd feel a whole lot better if I could find more evidence to prove he was lying.
I'm telling you the truth, I swear.
I've spent my life building something to pull our people out of poverty.
I've done some things in that pursuit I'm not proud of, but heroin? Come on.
That would undo it all.
And yet Walt seems to have 20 kilos of evidence that you did this.
Yes, he does, but it's not true.
It's not true.
Why would I go to the FBI with you, open myself up to them if I was running a drug operation? Do you have an alternate explanation? Yes.
Malachi! It's obvious! He can't get to me directly, so he frames me.
And he sends you in here, where he thinks he can have you killed.
This is how the white man always beats us.
They get us all twisted up in our own little tribal wars.
We used to fight over beads, then it was guns anything they could give us to divide us.
Now it's their drugs and money.
They sit back and watch while we rip each other apart, and then they swoop in and finish us off! - It's happening again.
- Jacob, you are being dramatic.
Am I? Think about this.
Walt only agreed to keep me in solitary if I can give him information that I don't have.
Without it, he's gonna release me back into the general population, and you know I will not survive in here, man.
I'm I'm I'm not gonna make it.
Henry.
You You've got to help me convince Walt.
He trusts you.
I got you your bar back.
I need you to return the favor.
This is a waste of time.
Catori's not answering her phone.
She's probably not checking her messages.
I think we should go.
Look, you and Henry made it pretty clear that this woman cares more about that kid than she does herself.
So if her goal is to get Tate medicine, she'll be here.
I'm betraying her.
She trusts me.
She's All she's trying to do is get medication, and and we're setting her up for an ambush.
She also broke the law.
Look, if if you want to leave, we can leave.
But I think she's gonna check her messages, and when she hears you say this is the only place that isn't guarded by protesters, then she'll show up.
And then what do we do? What, do we physically restrain her? We tie her up? I'm her lawyer.
I'm supposed to help her.
Well, you could be helping her avoid a second-degree murder charge.
I am inclined to believe Jacob.
Not me.
I do not think you are lying.
I just feel that he is telling the truth.
Can I see this evidence? Someone fit 20 kilos into this crate? Actually, no.
That one was from Nighthorse's house.
This one came from the truck.
The heroin was under here, one kilo per crate.
You realize this pot is a fake, probably made last month.
Well, the heroin underneath was authentic.
The crate from Nighthorse's house holds an old and valuable hair pipe breastplate part of a collection of recovered black-market artifacts that the government has repatriated into tribes across the country.
Nighthorse made an arrangement to display many of these in his casino.
- Is that what he told you? - It is.
He also said that there was a shipping invoice in his files that confirms this.
I found it.
I also found the same kind of paperwork in the crates with the heroin.
Did you find correspondence between Nighthorse and the government arranging for both shipments? Not yet.
Is it not possible that someone, like Malachi, took advantage of these and used them as cover to smuggle that heroin? Right into Nighthorse's casino? Henry, um, I know you feel indebted to Nighthorse.
He helped you get the Red Pony back, and now here you are, pleading his case.
I am just saying do not let your emotions blind you to the inconsistencies in this case.
Do not do to Nighthorse what was done to you in your trial.
See? I told you she'd show up.
Yeah, great.
- Cady.
- What? Come on.
Let's go.
I know.
Take a deep breath.
- Catori, we're taking him.
- No! No, just just wait! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Excuse me, but, uh, who are you? - I'm her lawyer.
- Cady! They have penicillin.
Yeah, my physician's assistant is bringing it out right now.
Charlie! What's taking so long? - Just please, wait.
- We can't.
The longer he's here, the worse trouble we're going to be in.
Sorry about that.
Couldn't find my keys to the closet, but better late than never.
Ah, are you two friends of Tate the Great? Yeah.
But we're all leaving.
Cady, I will go with you.
I will face whatever I have to face, but not until Tate gets his medicine.
- Catori.
- And I know the Dawsons are worried about an allergic reaction, but I made sure they have epinephrine.
Standing by.
We'll be outside.
We're leaving in five minutes.
Hey.
You sure about this? I'm about to return a kid to his parents healthier than when he left.
If they throw me in jail for that, so be it.
Hey.
Okay? - Hey.
- Vic.
Uh, did you ever find any correspondence between Nighthorse and the government about the artifacts we found in that truck? No.
The only repatriation paperwork was for the, uh, artifacts at Nighthorse's house.
Something's not right.
What are you looking at? Shipping invoices.
Jacob doesn't sign for anything.
- So? - So, it's possible that someone else is bringing the heroin in, signing for it, and then removing it from those crates without Nighthorse knowing anything about it.
Nighthorse is a criminal, Walt.
- You know that.
I know that.
- No.
No, we think that, but we don't know that.
He always has other people do his dirty work for him.
Him not signing for those crates is him just covering his own ass.
I think all the evidence suggests that Nighthorse is working with Malachi and Eddie Harp, but I don't know that.
We don't know anything.
Ever.
I mean, not really.
But some things, we just know.
How can I accuse a man of something as serious as drug trafficking if I have doubt? - Goodbye, Tate.
- Bye.
See you at school.
Okay, Tate, let's go see your parents.
Come on, kiddo.
Oh, my God.
Tate.
I was so worried.
How are you? Mr.
Dawson, I'm really sorry about all of this.
Are you? I am.
But I want to tell you something.
The doctor gave Tate penicillin, so the thing that you were worried about, anaphylactic shock, it it didn't happen.
Tate is not allergic to penicillin.
So I want you to take these.
You don't have to go to a doctor, to a hospital.
You can give him these under your own roof, and he will get better.
It's an old picture, but I can fax it over to you.
Okay.
Uh, what's the number? Got it.
Thank you.
- Ruby? - Yeah? Can you fax something over to the, uh, Sublette County Sheriff? Sure.
Got a number? Yeah, here.
Hey.
- Zach.
- Hey.
What are you doing here? I, uh I got I got you something.
I remembered you were a fly fisherman.
- Awesome.
- Yeah.
That's a Parachute Adams.
Mm-hmm.
The workhorse.
What's this for? I just wanted to say thank you for the referral.
What referral? Uh Cady, uh, needed a hand with some stuff, so I hooked her up with Zach.
Fax transmission successful.
Thank you.
Thanks, man.
Hey, who's that guy? Uh Eddie Harp.
Psychopath we think killed your neighbor.
It's a pretty old picture, but it's all we got.
- Uh, how old? - About 20 years.
I-I know where he is.
You do? I-I-I just saw him like an hour ago.
Holy shit.
Do you hear that? I'm not deaf.
Eddie Harp, you're surrounded.
You need to step outside immediately - Jesus.
Who is that? - with your hands in the air.
I don't know, but it sounds like an old Western posse coming to string us up.
- Who's Eddie Harp? - That would be me.
Eddie, come on out of there.
We've disabled your vehicle.
Eddie, come on out of there.
Well, this is a pickle.
This is how you deal with pressure? You shoot up?! You useless junkie! - I am so sorry! - No, you're not.
You're weak.
Bad character, man.
Look at you.
What kind of doctor lets himself get blackmailed into a situation like this? Pull yourself together! Eddie, come on out of there.
Get up.
We're gonna get through this, okay? How? You ever see Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid? No.
Well, when they were surrounded, you know what they did? They went right through the front door, side by side.
We're gonna do the same thing.
Only, not side by side.
You're gonna go first.
Oh! Look at this.
Cowboys and Indians.
I love it.
Where's Ferguson?! I guess this is a little much for him.
Let him go, Eddie! Who's Eddie? Eddie Harp? That guy's dead.
You're not gonna get away this time, Eddie.
Aw.
You gonna kill me? You don't want to kill me, sheriff.
You want to know what I know and who and where to find him.
Well, that piqued your interest.
Stay where I can see you, Squanto.
Oh, was that offensive? My bad.
You're right, Eddie.
I don't want you dead.
But you don't get to walk around a free man anymore.
Not after all that you've done.
Yeah.
I got to be an Indian.
That was fun, being Hector, playing with bows and arrows.
And now I get to be a cowboy and ride off into the sunset.
In fact, I think I'm gonna take your horse, sheriff.
I don't think so.
Here's the deal.
You give me your Bronco, and I don't kill this guy.
You're not gonna kill the doctor.
He's not a doctor.
Aah! He's a junkie who practices medicine in exchange for heroin.
Even so, you're not gonna kill him.
Really? I know you still got some good in you, Eddie.
And how do you know that? I talked to your parents.
And any son who still sends money to his parents the way you do can't be all bad.
They still miss you, Eddie.
They want to see you again.
Aah! They don't want to see me.
They don't even cash those checks I send.
They have so much contempt for me.
Those poor, sorry dirt farmers won't even take my money.
You know why I keep sending those checks? 'Cause one day, my dear, old dad's gonna be so desperate, that son of a bitch is gonna go into a bank with one of those checks, finally ready to eat shit and cash it, and they're gonna tell 'em, "There ain't no money, Keith.
" Can't you just imagine the look on his sanctimonious face when he realizes that all his judgmental superiority wasn't worth a goddamn cent and that I was right?