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- Previously on "Dark Winds"...

- A few nights ago
someone stole a box

from my husband's safe.

- This was in your lockbox.

- What is this?
- It was my son's.

He was wearing it
the day he died.

- The world needs to know
what is going on here.

- For what... So you
can write something

about us poor
Indians on the rez?

- Bern, he's here.

- I want every hitcher run down.

I want every car in
the area searched.

It's a blond man... I
think he murdered my son.

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- Natalie, it's
Leaphorn. Do you copy?

- Go ahead, Lieutenant.

- Call Sheriff Sena.

Tell him we tracked the
suspect to a trailer

about an hour
south of Rough Rock

between Pinon and Chinle.

Natalie, do you copy? Over.

- Copy that.

- They're about two to
three hours away, best-case.

- I am tired of
chasing this guy.

- Navajo Tribal Police.

Come out.

Keep your hands where
we can see them!

Down! Down!

Are you hit?

- No. No, I'm fine.

Come on.

- Go.

- Clear.

He smashed the radio,
took the rifle.

- Yeah.

He'll have range on us.

- He had a map in the trailer.

He knows the area.

He'll follow the road.

- Backup's still two
hours out if we're lucky.

- We don't get him by sunup,
he'll be gone forever.

- Well, by get him, you mean...

- Any means necessary.

- It's pretty narrow.

He'll wait till
we're bunched up.

- Go around.

He's got eight shots.

He'll make 'em count.

- Don't move!

Put your hands where
I can see 'em, now!

You got him?
- Yeah.

Hey!

- Joe, we can't
possibly go down there.

Hey, we know where he's going.

- I'm not asking you to.

- Joe.

- This is the man who
murdered my son, Bern.

I'm not gonna lose him.

- Joe, Joe, Joe!

Joe!

- Where's Leaphorn?

- Out there.

Suspect jumped down a canyon.

Leaphorn went after him.

- There's a way out up north,
about 15 miles from here.

How do you know he
didn't go that way?

- No, it's too far.

He's taking him to jail.

He went this way and
he'll come out here.

Look, I know this land, Sheriff.

Just let me go with you.

- I need somebody
I can count on.

- So do I.

- My horses, my rules.

- My rez, my rules.

You sure don't make it
easy, I'll say that.

- Well, making it easy never
got me anywhere I wanted to go.

- This isn't about you.

I lost a good man last night.

- And Joe Leaphorn is
like a father to me.

- I'll bet.

Don't make me regret this.

- Some babies just don't
laugh until they're older.

I'm sure his hearing is
fine, but this will tell us.

- Well, uh, where's Sally today?

- She's in the waiting room.

She thought I might
be better at this.

- Well, she's lucky to have you.

Most girls like her just
aren't cut out to be mothers.

Okay.

All right, little
guy. Here we go.

Just for a minute.
Just... just for a minute.

Here.

Cut my lip on a piñon shell.

- They don't crack that way.

- I know.

Learned the hard way.

What are you in for?

- I'm here for my baby.

- You have a baby?
How old are you?

Are you in high school or,

uh, do they call it
boarding school here?

Boy or girl?

Was that your baby?

- He's getting some tests done.

- He's in there
with your husband?

Oh, honey, I didn't mean
to... You know what?

I, um... I have...

Uh, I have a tissue here.

You know, I'm writing a story...

- Guess who hears just fine.

What are you doing here?

- Nothing.

- Come on, Sally.

- I hope your lip feels better.

- They don't crack that way.

- Get up.

I said get up.

- Where are we going?

- Jail.

Walk.

- That's a three-day walk.

No food, no water.

You won't make it.

- Shut up and walk.

- Get up.

- Move.

- Come on in.

- Do you mind?

- Actually, I'm convalescing.

- Hmm. I heard.

- Yeah, I see you're
feeling real terrible

I got shot and almost killed
again in the hospital.

- I'm sorry.

For your troubles.

- I don't want your blood money.

- What if I told you
that if I'd known

how this would have turned out,
I never would have hired you?

- What if you told me the truth?

Everything.

- The truth is, I...

stuck my nose into something
that wasn't my business.

- That's it?

- You'll find I have
been more than fair.

And now this all ends.
- All what?

- Whatever this is that
almost got you killed twice.

- And there were others
who weren't so lucky.

And you're just gonna
walk away from all that?

- I read the "Scarborough
Gazette," Mr. Chee.

What happened to that
young deputy was awful.

I've already arranged
a contribution

to the widow's fund.

- And what about the
Navajos who died?

What about their widows?

The Charleys.

- You mean Emerson?

- And Tomas.

- I have to go.

- Sit down.

You think I'm an idiot?

You think I don't know
what's going on here?

- What's going on?

- Well, you're screwing my
wife, you son of a bitch.

I'm not gonna stand here...

- My name is Jim
Chee, Mr. Vines.

I'm a private investigator.

I'm not screwing your wife.

I'm working for her.

Or at least I was until
a few minutes ago.

She hired me

to find your lockbox.

- What did she tell you?

- Not the whole story.

- Perhaps I can enlighten you.

- I'm not interested.

- Well, then perhaps
I can interest you

in working for me, Mr. Chee.

- Doing what?

- I followed Rosemary
here because I'm convinced

she's having an affair.

I need confirmation.

- Take the gun.

- What's your rate?

- Have a good day, Mr. Vines.

- It's Ben.

Seriously. What is it?

50 bucks a day?

100?

I'll give you 500, Jim.

All right?

You give me proof, photos,

his name, where I can find him,

you won't have to work
for the rest of the year.

- You're not the only one
who's injured, you know.

I got a sprained ankle.

Killing me.

I need a break.

- Sit.

- Yes, sir.

- Take off the boot.

I said, take off the boot.

- Get up.

- Move.

- My foot'll freeze out here.

- I said move.

- Okay.

Okay.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We bear right, it's shorter.

- I don't like the way it looks.

- Well, I don't like the
way my wife's pancakes look,

but I eat 'em.

- Look, a few miles
from here, the path gets

skinnier than a lizard's tail.

If there's been a flash flood,

the trail will
become impassable,

then we'll have to double
back, and that'll cost us

time we don't have.

- Yeah, well, you
know every damn thing,

why don't you ride point?

You do know we go left,
it's a tougher haul.

- Sore already?

- Was sore when I
got up this morning.

Sorer now.

We're gonna need to
rest these horses soon.

- Joe won't rest until
the blond man's in jail.

Or dead.

- That cranial
trauma is affecting

your cognitive function.

Reaction time, agility, balance,

all impaired or failing.

You're not gonna make it.

You're not what you were.

Not as capable as
you think you are.

Just so you know.

- If I die out here,

the last thing I'm
gonna do is shoot you.

Just so you know.

That way.

- That wrist of yours is bad.

- Move.

- Sepsis is bad.

Very bad.

That infection's advancing,
a wound that severe.

You're needing a tetanus
shot, antibiotics.

There's a dozen germs
that'll wreak havoc

once you open the door to them.

You're sweating.

No canteen.

Woozy.

You're already in shock.

You're risking a fat embolism
with that unset bone.

And any tiny movement,

it jars those hanging
pieces of marrow

and they break off
into the bloodstream.

The faster your heart rate,

the higher your risk of
sudden cardiac arrest.

You need to slow down.

Listen to me.

There's $25,000 in that bag.

Take it. It's yours.

Oh, I see.

This is personal.

- You're not just a cop.

This is personal.

You've got a stake in this.

Well, that explains it.

What'd I do? I kill someone?

Someone that means
something to you?

It wasn't your mother,
was it, because that's...

I'll take that as
a confirmation.

- Why haven't you killed me?

- I'm not like you.

- You're me, just with a badge.

- Don't worry.

When they put you to
death, I'll be there.

- You're afraid to kill me?

- Just walk.

- Can't be an Indian
thing, can it?

I was told, "An Indian
knows no pain," Karl May,

but every Indian I've met
since I've been here hurts.

Are you hurt?

Or are you a... a warrior?

I'm not sure.

I think you're in pain.

You're broken, aren't you?

- Sit.

Sit.

By the tree.

Put your back against the tree.

Sit down.

- Open your mouth.

- You think you can shut me up?

I'm the voice in your head now.

- Finally. I think
he'll stay down.

I'm sorry about what
happened at the clinic.

That woman probably thinks
she means well, but...

- Quit it, Emma.

- What?

- I'm thankful for you and Joe,

for taking me in.

I know that if
you hadn't, I'd...

- Sally.

- Everything about me
and you, we're different.

You have an important job.

You have a husband
who loves you.

You had a baby you wanted.

Do you remember that
time when you told me

what those doctors were
doing to those women

who came in to
have their babies?

You told me that they
took away their choice

to have another one.

I keep thinking about that.

- Sally, you're okay.

I made sure that
didn't happen to you.

- Yeah, but it did, Emma.

I have no say about anything.

Everything has been
taken away from me,

by everyone.

Even you.

- Me?

I haven't given you anything
but kindness, Sally.

- I never asked to have a baby!

Not that way.

Not with that man.

Not like...

Like how it happened
with that man.

My whole life, I felt trapped.

When you told me that I
could come and stay with you,

I felt like...

Like maybe I wasn't anymore.

He doesn't even like me, Emma.

- No, Sally, your
baby loves you.

- No, Emma, he doesn't.

He cries and cries.

He knows that he's
trapped me here.

And I just know that one day,

he's gonna feel ashamed
of what he's done to me

and where he came from,

and that I will always,
always be angry.

He doesn't deserve this...

this for a mother.

- You able to reach anyone?

- Yeah, I got a ham radio
buff up near Farmington.

I told him where we are.
He's gonna call my office.

We're still two hours away
from the canyon's south exit.

- That'll be too late. Hyah!

- Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

- You want to know
how I outlasted you?

You went on all day
about the body...

And when mine would give out.

But it's not the physical
that limits a man.

It's what a man stands for.

That's the difference
between us.

We're no different.

- Yes, we are.

I got him, Bern.

- Darling, why don't you come...

Come over here and sit
with me for a change?

Come on.

- I don't bite.

So what's new, pussycat?

- New?

- I mean anything
interesting or fun

going on in your life maybe.

Well, for instance, um,
hiring that private eye

to recover my stolen property.

That was new.

- I was trying to help.

- Oh, I see.

- It is my house too, Ben.

- Honey, this is my house.

- Bought with my money.

- Darling, I'm sorry.

That's not quite right.

The money belonged
to your father.

He made it.

And he gave it to your
sister when he died.

And then she left it to me
when she died, as wives do.

Haven't I told you... I told you

to never interfere
in my business?

- I was just trying to help.

- Don't.

You're not built for it.

Hmm.

You know, it's a funny thing,

the relationship between
the hunter and his prey.

You track an animal,
you're on their turf,

for days sometimes.

It's like you get
to know each other.

But when that day comes,
as it always does,

when the end comes,
it's always the same.

That... that look
in their eyes of...

Oh, I... I don't know
what you would call it.

- Fear?

Resignation.

When the beast knows somehow

that things are
not gonna end well.

Well, if you're not gonna eat,

maybe you could take
a gander at this.

Go ahead.

It's engraved, you see?

Fidelis. Means faithful.

- Always faithful.

- It's lovely.

I don't deserve it.

- Oh, you do.

You do.

Let's see how beautiful
it looks on you.

Joe: I think someone
else is involved.

I have to find out
who's behind this.

I have to.

He killed one of my boys.
I want him put down.

You're a dead man.
You know that, right?

Colton: Everyone has to die.

Eventually.

Floyd Webster. He's a
private investigator.

This seat taken? You think
they're working together?

Joe: Stay still.
They're on their way.