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You're listening to KHRN,

live from the heart
of the Cheyenne reservation.

My name is
D.J. Ross strongbow.

I'll be with you all night long.

Somebody help me.

He's coming after me.

Sir, calm down.
We'll try to get you some help.

Now, where are you?

I'm somewhere on the res.
Off of...

Somebody help! Quick!

Who's following you, sir?

Can you...
Can you be more specific?

I-I don't know!

Ow!

He's shooting at me!

He's forced me off the road!

Oh, no.

He's coming.
He's coming!

What do you want from me?!

Hello? Sir?

Are you there?

Thank you
for coming out here so fast.

We could use all the help
we can get.

Appreciate it.

Mathias invite us here?

Nope.

Just seemed like
the right thing to do.

Let's hope and pray this is
a search and rescue,

not a recovery.

We pinged his cellphone.
No response.

So we need to split up
and spread out over the res.

Give me the map.

How's a 911 call
end up on the radio station?

When tribal police switchboard
gets slammed,

the radio station takes
the calls, helps out.

How it ended up on the air,
beats me.

It was an accident.

D.J. strongbow said

an intern flipped
the wrong switch.

He did not know he was on live.

Any idea who the caller was?

A few of us recognized
the voice.

We think it is
Malcolm Eaglestar.

Should I know who that is?

President of the tribal council.

Sheriff Longmire.

What brings you here?

Gunshots on the radio.

Glad you're here.
We could use the manpower.

And lady power.

Come on over.

Broke the res up into quadrants.

Would you and your deputy
take the northeast? Happy to.

Good.
Give me the flares.

Anyone finds anything,
send up a flare.

All right, folks,
let's go. Let's move out.

I feel like we're in
the twilight zone...

Middle of nowhere, creepy road,

mathias being all nice
and taking our help.

What are we looking at, Henry?

200 square Miles?

More.

But he did say
he was run off a road.

Well, that narrows it down.

Got a call two nights ago
from the Denver P.D.

Really? What did
the Denver P.D. want?

Don't know.
Didn't answer it.

Shit!

That is Malcolm Eaglestar.

Wait.

Body's been moved.

How can you tell that, Kreskin?

Geez. Walt!

See the way
the coffee drips down?

If Malcolm had been shot
sitting up,

there'd be more blood drainage
from the wound.

Shirt front's nearly clean,
so...

See that dirt?

Yeah.

He was shot on the ground.

Somebody put him
back in the car.

What would be
the point of moving the body?

Good question.

Wallet's empty.
Robbery?

What about the cellphone he used
to call the radio station?

Doesn't seem to be here.

Keep looking.
It's got to be here somewhere.

Now.

This is not good.

No. It isn't.

I'm not just talking about
Malcolm being dead.

I'm talking about where he died.

What do you mean?

He's on your land.

Are you sure?

Lived on the res my whole life,
standing bear.

I'm sure.

Border's 100 yards that way.

Much as I hate to say it,
this is your murder, Walt.

Maybe.
Murder didn't happen here.

Body was moved.

Why would somebody move
the body?

Maybe they didn't want you
in charge of the investigation.

They can't stop me
from helping you guys.

Suppose you could, uh, start by helping
me find any of Malcolm's family.

Malcolm is divorced.

Yeah, but he's got a girlfriend.

Jill Littlefox.

I can't think of anyone
who would do such a thing.

Malcolm was so well-loved
amongst the tribe.

Malcolm was married before.

Does his ex-wife harbor
any animosity toward him or you?

No.

Well, when Malcolm
first left Anita,

it was difficult.

But that was years ago.

They even serve

on the tribal council
together now.

When was the last time
you spoke to Malcolm?

He called me last night.

Where'd he call from?

I don't know.

Jill.

This is important.

Now is not the time
to hold anything back.

You wouldn't understand.

Malcolm was a wonderful,
generous spirit.

But no man is perfect.

Jill, I can promise you
neither Walt nor I

intend to denigrate
Malcolm's character.

If there's anything embarrassing
about that phone call,

it will be kept private.

Malcolm was at a poker game.

That was Malcolm's weakness.

What did he say
when he called you?

He was excited.

He was winning... big.

He told me

to book an Alaskan cruise
for my birthday.

You have any idea
where this poker game was?

No.

So...
Who gets the money?

What money?

The money
that Malcolm was winning.

When he called, he said
he was up $20,000.

You know of any, uh,

high-stakes poker games
on the res?

Not until Jacob Nighthorse
finishes building his casino.

All the games that I know of

do not have
that kind of money on the line.

Where's Malcolm get that kind
of money to gamble with?

I didn't think
he was a wealthy man.

He was not.

As president, he could have
access to expense accounts.

Or maybe he was taking kickbacks
from contractors.

I hope not.

The man's reputation
was beyond clean.

The idea that he had
a gambling problem

or that he was corrupt...

That is incendiary stuff.

As your campaign adviser,

I would keep it to yourself
until you have proof.

Since when are you
my campaign adviser?

Walt, this appears to be
a straight-up robbery.

Possibly.

Robbery's no reason
to move the body.

Sheriff. Any news?

Can we talk in private?

Malcolm Eaglestar
had a gambling problem.

That doesn't sound like him.

No.

Wouldn't look good

for the president
of the tribal council

to be a gambler...

Especially when he's
supposed to make rulings

on a huge,
new casino development.

That's a serious accusation,
Walt.

I'd tread carefully
with that one.

I know you would, mathias.

In fact, I think
you already have.

I couldn't help but notice

how oddly cooperative
you've been with me.

You even assigned me

the search sector
where Malcolm's body ended up.

And now that I learn
what a political hot potato

this investigation...

What are you getting at,
sheriff?

I want you to show me

where you found
Malcolm Eaglestar's body...

...before you moved it.

This is where I found Malcolm.

Recognized his voice

and figured he'd be somewhere
along the road to his house.

He was dead when I got here.

Loaded him up,

backed out
across the same tire tracks,

and I drove him over the line.

I should arrest you
for tampering with evidence.

You should, but you won't.

Why's that?

You've already removed

one of our police chiefs
from office.

You do it again,
voters might think

you have some sort of vendetta
against us tribal cops.

And the Cheyenne.

You decided
to give me a tainted murder

right before an election

so I wouldn't have a choice.

Well, I didn't have any options.

You could have
solved the case yourself.

This is the president
of the tribal council, sheriff.

If the killer's from the res,

accusing the wrong person
could cost me my badge.

If the killer's
not from the res,

I'd have no reach or power
to bring him to justice.

What if
you never find the killer?

Then I'm screwed.

No, mathias, I am.

If anyone takes a fall on this,
it'll be me.

All this is inadmissible
in court.

Why you so negative,
sheriff? Hmm?

I think you have a better chance

at solving this as an outsider
than I do as an insider.

Much better for you
that an outsider

exposes your president's
gambling problem.

Believe it or not,
I just want this case solved.

Come on, sheriff.

Can you look me in the eye
and tell me

you've never broke the law
for the right reason?

You find his cellphone?

Ruby.

Hi, Walt.

Some members
of the tribal council

are waiting in your office.

And Omar just dropped
these keys off for you.

Said you could use his truck
while yours is in the shop.

Thanks, Ruby.

There you go.

Oh, uh, Ruby.

Could you call Cady?

Tell her her credit-card bill's
still coming to my house.

Sure.

And, uh,
could you look up the date

that Freddy Whitehawk
turned up dead?

Uh... that was the 21st.

Right.

- Vic.
- Hmm?

This is Malcolm's phone.

Find out who he called,

who called him
on the day he died.

No way.

I-I searched
every inch of that crime scene.

I have been on
with the phone company.

They told me
it was impossible to trace,

that somebody had removed
the battery or it was dead.

Probably be faster to charge it
and get the calls

rather than wait for info
from the phone companies.

Where the hell did you get this?

I got a meeting
with the tribal elders.

Ooh.

So, you're a big gambler.

You ever play cards
with Malcolm Eaglestar?

Ah. Oh, wow.

Here I thought

we were just doing
some father-and-son bonding.

You have got to work
on your subtlety.

I do like your intent, however.

Nice shot.

Thank you.

So, you aware of any
high-stakes games in the area?

That depends.

By giving you this information,

am I helping you or Walt Longmire?
Me.

You didn't use the last piece
of information I gave you.

Well, this information pertains to
a murder case, not an election.

An election you're gonna lose
if you're not careful.

Dad, I know you'd rather see me
tear Walt down,

but if I can be the one
to break open

the Malcolm Eaglestar
murder case,

could mean more votes.

Okay.

Okay,
we'll try it your way this once.

I'll get you an address.

Just make sure
it can't be traced back to me.

But now you owe me one.

Malcolm Eaglestar,
you have no honor!

You ruined my marriage!
My life has no worth anymore!

When I find you, you're gonna
wish you were already dead!

That's the tame one.

There's two more
that are even more graphic.

All the calls were placed
from the same blocked number

two days ago... I'm gonna have
to call the phone company.

Guy sounds a little drunk. You know, we've
been thinking that this was a robbery,

but it sounds like old Malcolm

was having an affair
with this guy's wife.

Malcolm left his first wife,
right?

It's possible he could be
on the prowl again.

Think I may have found the
location of that poker game, Walt.

In my office, Branch.

I got a tip that this game's
been going on for years.

Also got an address.

Where'd you get your tip from?

Can't reveal my sources.

Want me to check it out?

No.

I want you to go
to the rusty parrot in Jackson.

That's more than
three hours away.

What am I looking for?

I want you
to check the registry.

See if my daughter was there

the day that, uh,
Freddy Whitehawk died.

The 21st.

And check if you were there,
too.

'Cause I seem to recall

bringing you back
from a romantic getaway

that night in Jackson.

Or you could
save yourself the drive,

be a man,
and tell me to my face.

Okay.

I was.

Dating your daughter
for six months.

I didn't say
anything to you about it

because my personal life
is none of your business.

You're my deputy.

That makes it my business.

Does that mean when I'm sheriff,

I get to snoop around
in your private affairs?

If you become sheriff,
branch... if.

And this has nothing to do
with the election.

This is about my daughter.

Well, you might want
to talk to her, then, Walt.

'Cause it was her idea
to keep our dating a secret.

She didn't think
you'd handle the news very well.

I can't imagine why.

The news I can take.

You...
That's a different story.

Walt, where are you?
Nobody knows where you are.

Detective Fales from
the Denver P.D. called again.

Please call him back.

You looking to get scarred?

Nope.

I'm here for the poker game.

This is the only poker
around here.

Sure you don't want
to grab a chair, sheriff?

I'm talking about the poker game

that Malcolm Eaglestar
played in last night.

At this address.

Now, what's going on in there?

Guess I better
go see for myself.

Hands up!

Hands up!

I have the right
to remain silent.

Then shut the hell up.

And you don't need
to assign me an attorney.

I got one that'll be
your biggest nightmare.

Surprise...
Most of these guys have records.

We need to keep
a close eye on them...

And their friends
back at the club.

I think
you should camp out there.

Tell me who goes in and out.

You just want me
to sit out there?

Yep.

While you're here,
questioning everyone?

Great idea.

Now, you better get moving.

What the hell was
that all about?

The usual.

Ferg.

You.

Come with me.

I'm not talking.

Let's see about that.

So, you been a member
of this club for how long?

That long? Right.

Well, your new leathers
tell me otherwise.

But you got a face for poker.

I can see that.

But you have a tell...

No anger in your eyes.

I don't think
you're in that gang.

Oh, yeah?

You owe them no loyalty.

I want to know
if the name Malcolm Eaglestar

means anything to you.

He was at that poker game
two nights ago.

I can't tell you anything.

Those guys out there
will kill me.

I'm not talking.

Okay.

Vic. Come in here.

Bring a pen and paper.

You, uh, identify the angry guy
from Malcolm's voice mail yet?

You sure you want
to talk in front of him?

He's not talking.
What do you got?

I, uh, traced the call
to a tribe member...

Reuben Lamebull.

He's not answering
his cellphone,

but I did get an address
if you want to go talk to him.

Ferg!

Come in here!

Bring that tape recorder!

What do you need me to do?

Ah.

Go grab us lunch
from the busy bee.

Two chicken-fried-steak
sandwiches.

No Mayo for Vic.
Okay.

Wait. What do you think
you're doing?

Apologies.
What do you want to eat?

Nothing.

Get him a Cobb salad.

It's very good.

You know,
if you sit in here much longer,

they're gonna think
you're spilling.

And when I put you
back in that cell,

I'm gonna confirm it.

And they're not gonna be
too happy about that.

Or you can tell me
what you know,

and I can let you
slip out that door.

And we can make
that salad to go.

Okay.
I'm not in the gang.

I was at a biker rally
in Sturgis for vacation.

On the way back,

I heard about the game.

Malcolm Eaglestar there?

Yeah. The Indian.
Like a real one.

Yeah, he was up
in the game early on.

This one hand,
he had a deuce pair off-suit,

then on the turn...

What did he come away with?

Nothing.

He lost it all in a few hands.

He left broke?

- You sure?
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, that guy would have
bought in again

if he had any cash left on him.

Jeff, I think
you should get out of town

as soon as possible.

Vacation's over.

No cash on him.

I guess robbery is looking
less and less like the motive.

So that leaves Reuben Lamebull's
threatening voice mails.

The lawyer for the club
is waiting for Walt.

He can say what he wants.
I'm not letting those bikers go.

They're running
an illegal card game.

Well, their illegal winnings
have been posted as bail.

But that's
almost beside the point.

That lawyer is also here to file

an excessive-force charge
against you.

It's all subjective.

One man's "excessive force"

is another man's
"gentle persuasion."

Nobody died, right?

Ferg,
help Ruby deal with that lawyer.

Vic, let's you and I go find
Reuben Lamebull.

Walter.

This is a serious matter.

I'll deal with it later.

You want me to call Cady?

No. I do not.

Did you know
thatBranch was dating Cady?

Why didn't you tell me, Vic?

You know, there are things
that you don't tell me, too.

Like how you miraculously found

Malcolm's cellphone.

But you know what?

I figure you have your reasons.

What are your reasons
for not telling me?

No proof.

If I've learned
anything from you,

it's to not talk
until the facts are on my side.

I know this sucks.

But you can't let it get to you.

Nothing gets to me.

Yeah?
Mrs. Lamebull?

For the moment.

If you're looking for Reuben,
he ain't here.

Is that his handiwork?

It's a lovers' quarrel.

It's not like he got out of it
without one himself.

So, why did you fight?
What day is it?

Was it because you were sleeping
with Malcolm Eaglestar?

Hell, no.

Reuben accused Malcolm
of destroying his marriage.

Well, I am divorcing Reuben

because of the letter
Malcolm sent.

What letter?

The letter telling Reuben

that he's getting
kicked out of the tribe.

"Disenrollment," they call it.

What did he do
to get disenrolled?

Oh, could be anything.

He's a real prick.

So, you're divorcing
your husband

because he got
kicked out of the tribe?

Well, without tribal membership,

Reuben wouldn't get
tribal benefits,

including a share
of the casino profits,

and that's worth
thousands of dollars a month.

And without the money,
I just don't see

the point
of being married to him.

Sue me.
I'm a gold digger.

Darla, you think it's possible

Reuben could have killed
Malcolm Eaglestar?

You think he killed that guy?

Over me?

Huh.

Reuben was
kicked out of the tribe

for an unknown reason.

He felt cheated out of money
from the casino.

He blamed Malcolm Eaglestar.

Darla said that Malcolm sent him
the disenrollment letter.

Those went out already?

I heard the council was
still debating that issue.

Well, someone decided something.

Malcolm recently introduced
a controversial resolution

to change
the blood-quantum requirements

for membership in the tribe.

Sorry. "Blood quantum"?

To be considered a member
of the tribe,

you have to be a certain
percentage of Cheyenne blood.

Based on the new rules,

some people
who have been considered

members of the tribe
their whole lives

would be suddenly out.

Reuben must have fallen below
the new blood requirement.

Why make a law like that now?

To thin out the ranks.

Less members...
It means a bigger share

of the profits
from the new casino.

You got any idea how many people
were disenrolled?

I don't know for sure,

but I heard it was
somewhere around 60.

60?!

That really narrows down
our suspect list.

Why didn't any of you
think to mention

this blood-quantum resolution?

We were still in the midst
of trying to figure out

how to handle
such a delicate situation.

No one was aware that Malcolm
had sent those letters.

One of the affected
tribe members, Reuben Lamebull,

made some pretty serious threats
to Malcolm.

And I got to believe
he's not the only one

who was pissed off by this,

which is why we asked you
to give us a list

of everyone who received
one of those letters.

Henry and mathias will
track down everyone on that list

to see if they've got an alibi.

Shouldn't be too hard
to find most of these people.

Half of them are old and infirm.

Laura Howlingcrane
is in a wheelchair.

Horace Dullknife...
He's 80.

That resolution
never should have passed.

More than half of you voted for it.
Actually, we didn't.

Malcolm used a legislative trick
to get it through.

He called a meeting when he knew
several of us couldn't attend.

Then he put a motion to a vote.

And it barely passed.

It wasn't a trick.
You were invited to the meeting.

On a Friday night when you knew

Anita and I were in pine Ridge.

Look,
it wasn't an easy decision,

but it was the right one.

I don't want some white kid

who says he's 1/32 Cheyenne
taking money out of our pockets.

How can you banish someone

who has lived his entire life
as a Cheyenne?

That is who they are.

This is not just about money.

This is about people losing
their culture.

Sometimes,
we have to make decisions

that are bad for individuals
but good for the tribe.

Malcolm did this for himself.

He didn't think about
the good of the tribe.

He was swimming
in gambling debts.

And he saw this as an easy way
to pay them off.

I was his wife!

I knew him better than most.

And I know he sold out his tribe
to get out of debt.

Actually, that's not true.

Malcolm had no debts.

You don't know my husband.

I'm not saying

that he didn't struggle
with a gambling problem.

But I am saying
that he owed no one money.

Why are you so certain
of that, Jacob?

Because I bought his debt.

You bought it?
I did.

I wanted to make sure

no one could influence
his decisions,

no one could force him to act
against his own judgment.

He may have had demons,
but he was his own man.

That was mathias.

We got a situation
with Reuben Lamebull.

Test me again!
Test my blood again!

You got to put the gun down,
Reuben, or we can't talk.

I am Cheyenne.

I'm more Cheyenne
than any of them!

Calm down, Reuben.

Aah!

This is Cheyenne blood!

Test it!

You'll see!

Test me again!

Dude is whacked, but his gun
is a different caliber.

It doesn't match
the one that killed Malcolm.

No. Didn't seem like Reuben knew
anything about that poker game, either.

So motive, but no opportunity.

Hey.
Hey.

Hey, punk.

I just got off the phone

with the motorcycle club's
lawyer.

He's not messing around, dad.

I'll be all right.

You can't keep avoiding
the situation.

Just watch him.

Dad.

Those bikers, they said
that you used excessive force.

This is not a nuisance suit.
That is a serious charge.

You believe them?

If it was just one, maybe not,

but there are 10 of them
on the complaint.

D.B. Turner, Jonas white,
Mika Dullknife...

Dad.

Please.

I'm trying to help you.
I...

I'm doing this
because I care about you.

Care about me?!

Sleeping withBranch?!

That's how you show
you care about me?!

Since I got that
credit-card bill of yours...

You read my mail?

Glanced at it.
I thought it was mine.

I saw the charge
from the rusty parrot.

You stand there and talk to me,

go to breakfast with me, hug me.

All this time, all the while

datingBranch behind my back?

Only thing I can come up with...
You wanted to hurt me.

Yeah, well, you know what?
That's not true.

Because if I wanted to hurt you,
I would have told you!

Dad.

It was just...

It was just something
that happened.

It really wasn't about you.

He works for me!

He's trying
to take my job away from me!

Well, you weren't running
when we got together, okay?

And it seemed like
you were ready to retire and...

And pass the reins
off to a deputy.

You told him to run.

No, I didn't tell him to run.

But I didn't discourage him.

I can't believe this.

I can't believe you.

Who are you to tell me
who I can and can't see?

I've put my whole life on hold

to be here and take care of you!

I've spent the last year
of my life

trying to put you back together!

And what about me?!

What about my life, dad?!

I'm sorry I've been
such a burden.

Allow me to relieve you
of that burden.

Well, not that you care,
but we broke up two weeks ago.

Vic!

We have been working down
the list of disenrolled members.

Lots of angry people.

But lots of older people
with alibis.

There's one guy on that list

whose name came up
at that meeting...

Horace Dullknife.

Talk to him yet?

Yeah.

Horace is part
of the planning committee

for the basketball tournament.

They had a potluck dinner
that night. Lots of witnesses.

Horace have a son named Mika?

I believe he does.

Presumably,
if a father doesn't meet

the new blood requirements,

his children aren't going to,
either.

That depends on how much
Cheyenne blood the mother has,

but, in most cases,
yeah, you're right.

I saw Mika Dullknife's name

on a complaint filed against me
by a biker gang.

If he's in that gang,
means he knew

that Malcolm was
at that poker game that night.

Motive meets opportunity.

How you gonna bring him in?
I know Mika.

I seriously doubt he's gonna
come along peacefully.

I may need your help.

I'm listening.

Hey.

You seen this guy?

Yeah.

He went in around 10:00.
Hasn't come back out.

Are you a moron, by the way?

I don't remember asking
for your opinion on the matter.

You don't shit where you eat, branch.
She's an adult.

She made her own decision. Fine,
then don't shit where I eat.

I'm done talking to you about...
Whatever.

Vic.

Just so you know,
the word is out.

He took it out
on Cady this afternoon.

Mika's inside.

Good.

Ferg.

Hop in.

Vic.

You andBranch
go in the front entrance.

Ask for Mika. If he comes
peacefully, take him.

I'll head to the back
in case Mika tries to run.

We'll go in the front.

Yeah.

We're looking
for Mika Dullknife.

Come on, man.

This is harassment.

Not yet, it isn't.

But if that's what you want...

Think he's in the stockroom.
I'll go get him.

We'll come with.

Take him!

Time for plan "B."

Mathias, we're headed towards
the reservation off route 14.

We need to get him
off the highway.

Are you in position?

Good to go.

Hey!
Let go of me.

I'm arresting you.
What for?

For killing Malcolm Eaglestar.

You can't do nothing to me
on res land.

That's true.

Except Malcolm Eaglestar
was killed off the res

in my county.

We're a little more aggressive
about prosecuting murderers.

No, man.

He was on the res. How
would you know that?

Unless you're the one
who shot him.

All right.

You got me.

I did it.

He begged for mercy,
and I didn't give it.

You should be ashamed.

All those people
Malcolm kicked out of the tribe

were good people!

Malcolm betrayed them.

And for what?

So he could gain some more money
from some casino?!

So he could squander it
at the poker table?

Laughing as he lost?

No.

Malcolm deserved
to die a coward's death.

There's nothing
you can do about it.

But there is, Mika.

I wasn't tricking you before.

I found his body in his car
off the res.

No, man.

We were on the res.
I know it.

Should have brought a map, Mika.

That body was in the county.

Then somebody moved him.

Now, who would do
a thing like that?

You do what you got to do
with me, sheriff.

I'm good with myself.

My family's gonna be rewarded
for what I did.

What do you mean,
your family's gonna be rewarded?

Sheriff.

Jacob.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I just gave my report
to the tribal council.

I'm sure they appreciated that.
They did.

I also found out that Anita
is taking over as chairman

until an interim election
can be held.

And they're deciding now

who'll take over
her lower-level position.

Apparently,
you're the front-runner,

which confused me,

since you're not a member
of the Cheyenne tribe.

That's right,

because I don't meet
the blood-quantum requirement.

Did you know
that the U.S. government

only quantifies three things
by blood?

Dogs, horses, and Indians.

I've never seen dogs or horses

exploit their own kind
for personal profit.

You are a cynical man.
You know that?

I'm not cynical...
Just suspicious.

Suspicious that all these
terrible things happen,

and somehow,
when the dust settles,

you're a candidate
for the tribal council.

Couldn't that just be
my good fortune?

Could be.

Or it could be this...

You buy Malcolm's debt.

You talk him
into passing legislation

that raises the blood quantum.

Then you find Mika,

who's especially angered
by the disenrollment.

You convince him that if Malcolm

is somehow removed
from the council,

you will take over
the vacant post

and repeal the blood quantum.

And his family will be
reinstated back into the tribe.

You overestimate me, Walt.

I think you might
underestimate me, Jacob.

Tried to warn you.

I know.
I'm sorry.

I've been avoiding your calls

because I thought

you were trying
to get back together.

I was the first couple days,
but I get it.

You made it pretty clear
that we're done.

You all right?

He's pretty mad.

Well, you did kind of lie to him
for six months.

So did you.

He'll get over it.

With you, yeah.

You're his daughter.

But me?

Branch, I am so sorry.

Don't be.

I don't regret a single moment.

But you do realize

that I really only have
two choices now.

What do you mean?

Well, either I got to quit,

or I got to beat him.

And I'm no quitter.