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Where were you?

What?

You missed our first deposition.

Didn't you say you wanted to be
there, you wanted to fight?

I did.
I do.

Well, a key part of fighting
is showing up,

you know, for the actual fight.

I was working.

You realize this is our only chance
to question the witnesses

that Barlow's attorney
is calling to the stand, right?

It's the only time
we get to hear

what they're gonna say in court
and get it on the record.

I mean, these
depositions are crucial,

because if the witnesses change
their story later,

I can discredit them
in front of a jury,

which I would have liked to do
with that obnoxious P.I. Monte,

who I deposed today.

Alone.

- I'll be at the next one.
- I hope so.

Because while I know
what questions to ask,

you know, I don't know
if they're telling the truth.

Not unless you're there with me.

Also, Barlow's lawyer has added
two new witnesses.

I didn't think you could add
witnesses this late in the day.

Yeah, he can't, unless
new evidence has come to light

or unless he's Tucker Baggett
and best buddies with the judge,

who happens to be
his old fraternity brother

and godfather to his twin boys.

- Want a beer?
- Uh, yeah.

Who are these two new witnesses
he's calling in?

Well, uh, the first is...
Victoria Moretti.

He's calling Vic?

I thought we were calling her
as a character witness.

Why would Tucker call her in?

I don't know.

That's why I need you
at the depositions.

My hunch is that he's gonna
manipulate her

into saying defamatory
things about you.

But you said you have a good
relationship.

She likes you, right?

Happy employee?

Damn it, Walt. Pick up.

It's me... Vic.

Are you screening your calls?

Come on, Walt.
Pick up.

I know you're there.

- Hey, Vic.
- Hey.

So, the FBI called.

Ferg hasn't shown up
with the prisoner.

- You haven't been able to reach Ferg?
- No.

And unlike some people,
he always answers his phone.

There's only one way
he could have gone.

- Dahill Road.
- Yeah. Yeah.

I'll retrace his steps,
see if I can find anything.

You got to help me.

You... He's really gonna kill me
this time.

- Who?
- Shit!

- What?
- Shit!

Think I won't find you?!
Oh, I'll find you, bitch!

- You know I will!
- Please. Please.

He will find me,
and he will kill me.

Here.
Stay in here.

Stay, stay, stay.

God damn it, Mandy!
You get back here!

You know I'm gonna find you!

You get out here right now!

- You know I'll find you, bitch!
- Hey. Hey. What's going on?

You see a lying,
stealing Indian girl?

I-I don't know if she was lying
or stealing,

but I did see a woman run by.

She looked like
she was in trouble.

Yeah, she's in
trouble, all right.

The bitch is a goddamn thief.
Which way did she go?

Which way?!

I think she went that way.

Shit.

Anyone from the
state police call?

No. But...

Eddie Harp is a very important
witness to us.

Where the hell is he?

Call the phone company.

Maybe they can put a trace
on Ferg's cell.

Oh, well, I'm happy to hear
that the phone company

has a better chance of finding
my prisoner than the sheriff.

You're worried
about your prisoner.

I'm worried about my deputy.

I found Ferg's, uh, Charger
abandoned on Dahill Road.

Bullet casings everywhere,
no bodies, hardly any blood.

What?

This wasn't a difficult
assignment.

Transporting a prisoner
should not result

- in a total shit show.
- Walter.

Where are you going?

We're in the middle
of something.

- I need to take this.
- Are you kidding me? Sheriff!

Hello?

Jesus Christ.
Can't believe this.

Who is Eddie Harp,

and why didn't you tell us
how dangerous he is?

- You didn't think to ask.
- I'm asking now.

You know what?

A 13-year-old girl
caught shoplifting in a mall

would be too dangerous for
Deputy Ferguson to deal with.

I can't believe the sheriff
let him transport my prisoner.

Ferg is a damn
good cop, all right?

- You should have told us.
- I'm amazed.

You know, I am truly amazed

at the decisions
that your sheriff makes.

This is reckless endangerment
of the people.

Doesn't Sheriff Longmire
have a civil suit against him

for a wrongful death?

Yeah.
That the FBI cleared him of.

Yeah. Well, I certainly didn't,
'cause I would...

Are you kidding me?

What the hell is he doing?

Hey.
He's gone.

He didn't see you walk
back here, did he?

No. I waited out front
for 15 minutes just to be sure.

Right.

So, uh, what's up
with this place, anyway?

I thought I was running
into the Dalts' house.

Cool-ass family.
They used to always help me out.

Yeah, the... Yeah, the Dalts.

They, um, they moved.

They moved?

They can't move anywhere.
They're broke as shit.

Their house got foreclosed on.

- Well, that sucks.
- But there's a bright side.

I'm opening a
legal-aid center here

to help people in trouble
on the res.

That's cute.

So, uh, can I hang here
for a little bit longer?

J .P.'s probably had a beer
and a shot by now,

and it usually takes him three
to calm him down.

You know the guy
who was chasing you?

Yeah. J.P.

Is he your boyfriend?

No.

Ex.
Thank God.

Now he's someone else's problem.

So, why is he chasing you?

Well, I-I thought I lost
this necklace,

and then I see it on the neck
of J.P.'s new wife.

- Yeah.
- Whoa.

That asshole stole it from me
and gave it to another woman.

Right?

So, I-I saw them
at the Blind Tiger just now

and I took it back.

You stole it
right off of his wife's neck.

No, I didn't steal it.
It's mine.

- I just took it back.
- Right.

Oh, you can't...
you can't smoke in here.

Crack a window.

I'd give you my badge
and my gun,

but... I don't have them
anymore.

Ferg, what happened out there?

I'm on Dahill Road.

And, uh, I see an 18-wheeler
blocking the road up ahead.

But before I could back up,

another vehicle pulls up
behind me.

I knew something was off.

They, uh...
they pulled me out of the car.

They grabbed my gun and my phone
and my keys.

And then they grab Eddie out of
the back seat and uncuff him.

Can you describe any of the men?

Look at me, buckaroo.

Look at me.

You want to live, yeah?

Then you'll forget our faces.

Ferg.

What'd they look like?

I...

It's all just a little cloudy.

Maybe I just need
some time to...

you know,
just... clear my head...

...get things straight.

Yeah.

This is ice-cold.

How long you been sitting here?

For a while.

I couldn't call you.

And what did you do next?

I called Walt from the diner.

Well, Deputy Ferguson,
your story is unassailable.

It's almost like...
you were prepped.

You know, maybe by a sheriff

who strolled out of here
without letting anyone know,

only to return an hour later

with a missing deputy
and a bulletproof story.

Let me ask you this, Deputy.

Why did it take you so long
to call it in?

They took his phone.

And then I had to walk
five miles to get to that diner.

Really?
And then what did you do?

Did you have
a piece of apple pie

from the diner's
glass dessert case

before you decided to check in?

See, the bigger question is
why didn't they kill you?

Or maybe I should ask
how much did they pay you

to give them those extra hours
to get away?

Why would they pay me?

Because they're the goddamn mob.

And most people
don't get to enjoy apple pie

after crashing
into the Irish Mob,

not unless they made some kind
of deal.

I didn't make any kind of deal.

I don't think you understand.

I don't think you understand.

The FBI worked long and hard

to catch the head
of the Irish Mob.

We cut the head off the snake,
but now, for some reason,

the whole operation
has started up again.

You don't know
who's running it now?

No, but we thought,
having Eddie Harp in custody,

he'd be able to give us a name.

But you pissed all over that,
Deputy Ferguson.

And now Eddie's gone,
along with our best chance

at finding out
who this new mob boss is.

Ferg?

You know, nobody would blame you

if you made a deal
to save your life.

You really believe
that I took money?

I wouldn't hold it against you
in a situation like that.

They didn't pay me.

And I don't know
why they didn't kill me.

Probably 'cause
I'm a worthless piece of shit

that isn't worth killing.

Why don't you take
a few days off?

Get some rest.

You know, I remember a number.

328... 1204.

It's a D.O.T. number.

Well, that's something.

Any of those faces
come back to you yet?

No.

Okay.

Before you head home,
let's go look into that number.

You can enjoy 401 packages,
profit sharing, paid vacations.

And at Four Arrows, uh, there
are advancement opportunities.

Our dealers have become
pit bosses and managers.

And the majority of them
didn't have a college degree.

Maybe best of all,
it's recession-proof.

The casino gaming industry
is one of the fastest-growing

multibillion-dollar industries
in this country.

You can look it up.
So...

Anyway, before you leave
the career fair,

you just drop on
by our table there.

We'll set you up with
applications

and answer any
questions you have.

And, remember,
the lack of a college degree

shouldn't stop you
from going after a lucrative

and fulfilling career.

- All right?
- Yeah!

Yeah!
Come on.

So, you're encouraging students
to work at a casino

rather than go to college.

College isn't an option
for most of these kids.

So, uh, why not give them
the option

of getting up close and personal
with the heroin trade

and organized crime?

What are you talking about?

Well, I just arrested
a heroin dealer

who also happens to be
a murderer,

who's connected
to the Irish Mob.

And when my deputy

was transporting him
out of the county,

they were ambushed by gunmen
in an 18-wheeler,

who took my prisoner.

That's quite a story.
What's it have to do with me?

The D.O.T. on the truck
is linked to a travel agency.

You ever heard of a travel
agency that owns 18-wheelers?

No, I haven't.

Well, actually, Jacob, you have.

Manifest Destinations.

The same travel agency
that books blocks of rooms

at your hotel, like room 503.

Turns out Manifest Destinations
is a front for the mob...

and their heroin operation.

But you already knew that.

That's why you lied about it

when we looked into
those rooms earlier.

Oh, okay.

Let me get this straight.

By, uh, your logic,

if an oil executive books
a room in my hotel,

that makes me responsible
for global warming.

I want this murderer,
I want his boss,

and I want his heroin
out of my county.

Dear God, Walt.

Is there no crime anywhere
you won't try to blame on me?

Who do you work with
at Manifest Destinations, Jacob?

And where can I find him?

Well, you know,
I can't answer those questions,

but here are a couple
of questions

and answers I can provide.

Did I invite Manifest
Destinations here?

No, I did not.

Did I know about

or have anything to do with
a heroin operation?

No, I did not.

And if you have
any other baseless accusations

you need to level against me,

I suggest you save them
for the deposition.

Yeah. Right.

It's a Department
of Transportation I.D.

Yeah.

Okay.
Thanks.

I thought Walt gave you
the day off.

He did.

I just didn't know what to do
with myself.

I just talked to the state
police.

There's no sign of the semi,

so I'm guessing
that they ditched it

and transferred Eddie
into another vehicle.

Should I resign?

What?

I don't deserve to be here.

I screwed this up.

Ferg, you were mugged,
Wyoming style.

It could have happened
to any one of us.

You did nothing wrong.
Okay?

Walt just has this stupid policy
about transporting prisoners.

If anything screwed this up,
it was that, not you.

You might not want to mention
Walt's stupid policy

at your deposition.

Have you told him?

He's got to know.

I mean, you know,
how could he not know?

Thank you for making
the time for this deposition.

I promise it will be quick
and painless.

So, Mr. Nighthorse,

Sheriff Longmire arrested you
for conspiracy

in the attempted murder
of his deputy, Branch Connally?

Yeah.

And when he was unable
to convict you of that charge,

he released you, right?

Not exactly.

- We made a deal first.
- Okay.

But what happened
after you made the deal?

He released me.

And then he shot at you.

No.
No, I did not.

Barlow did that.

Says who?
Says you?

Barlow shot at him
right before you shot Barlow.

Well, now.
That is convenient.

Now, Jacob, I can appreciate

that you don't want to pile on
to the sheriff here,

but everybody knows
that the sheriff isn't a big fan

of your casino.

- Mm.
- Ever since Four Arrows opened,

haven't you been
a constant victim

of aggressive harassment
by his department?

In fact, didn't Sheriff Longmire
accuse you, at gunpoint,

of killing both his deputy
and his wife?

Now, hold on. Tucker, you have
quite a flair for drama.

I'd buy tickets to your show.

But let's get real.

Mr. Nighthorse, you can't really
think Walt is that bad a man.

You must find something
trustworthy in the Longmire name

if you've gone out and hired
his daughter as a lawyer.

I'll tell you why he hired her.
To buy my silence.

He's trying to manipulate me
by recruiting Cady

so I don't take him down
for bringing the mob and heroin

into my county
through his casino.

Gentlemen.

I do believe
that Sheriff Longmire here

is doing his damndest to try
and intimidate my witness.

So I think it's about time we
took ourselves a little break.

Why don't you go on back
in my study, okay?

Sheriff.

I think...
Could you excuse us a minute?

Thank you.

I-I think we need to find
a middle ground

between not showing up
and... whatever that was.

Look, you took Tucker's bait.

Losing your temper gives him
ammunition in his case.

Don't dig your
own grave here, Walt.

Oh, yeah.
You're really good at this.

No, I'm a freakin' superstar
at this.

All right. Come on.
I want to see your skills.

No.
I don't have any.

Well, that's not true.

I'm so proud of you.

Proud?

I failed.

No, you survived.

There could have been
a very different ending

to what happened out there
on that road, but here you are.

You're standing next to me.

I'm really happy about that.

It happened.

Simple as that.

Now you get to decide
what you're gonna do

about what happened.

Come on.
It's your turn.

Give it a shot.
Come on.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, I know
you're a superstar,

but I did get a
perfect score of 300

on my last handgun
qualification, so...

All right.

- Can we have two more?
- Mm-hmm.

So I'm not putting up
with that bullshit. I quit.

Thanks.

It's his piece-of-shit car.
He can pay for it himself.

Give me my necklace back!

And you stay the
hell away from us!

- This is mine.
- Oh, you have no clue.

- And J.P. is mine, bitch.
- Hey, hey, hey. What's the problem over here?

Hey! Hey!

- You and your husband...
- Break it up.

- ...are liars and thieves!
- Break it up!

- Break it up!
- Get the hell off me!

- Get this bitch off me!
- Shut up!

You, re just jealous
that I'm the one he married!

- So shut the hell up!
- Enough!

Enough!

Get off of me!

So, what happened here?

Oh, just a bar fight.

Archie broke it up.

Okay.

You seen Henry... Archie?

Hey, Henry,
you remember those tourists

you were cooking fish for
the other day?

Come in.

They weren't tourists.

One of them, Eddie Harp,

is a murderer and a drug dealer
with the Irish Mob

who just escaped from custody.

Don't know who the other guy is,
but, uh, I got to find him.

You, uh... you remember
seeing them before or since?

No.

You remember anything
about them?

Like, they seem like friends
or colleagues?

The redhead was deferential,
like the other guy was his boss.

And the boss paid.

With a credit card.

You have that receipt?

He paid with a corporate
credit card...

Manifest Destinations.

Manifest Destinations
is a sham travel agency.

It's actually a front
for the mob.

Just trying to make out
a signature.

Connor O'Brien.

Okay. Thanks.

Ferg.

That was the phone company.

They located your phone.

Maybe that will lead us
to Connor O'Brien.

Nope.
Not unless he stood still.

The phone was pinged
on Dahill Road,

right where the Charger
was left.

Thanks.

So, a lab in Cheyenne
lifted a print

from the heroin syringe that was
used to murder Joey Takoda.

Great. So we have Eddie Harp's
fingerprint on the murder weapon

but... not Eddie.

We have Eddie's fingerprints
on file, though.

We can try and match them
to the syringe print.

And when we find Eddie,
we'll have concrete evidence

to convict him.

Hey, Walt, uh,

Eddie was transferred
before we booked him,

so we don't have his prints.

And, uh, Connor O'Brien,
your potential mob boss,

has been dead
for 40 years, so...

Uh, Vic, uh...

Yeah?

- Where are you going?
- I thought you knew.

I'm... I'm headed
to your deposition.

Right, right.

Well, uh, no use taking
two cars.

I'll drive you.

Oh, you're gonna go?

Yep.

My lawyer thinks
it's a good idea, so...

Yeah.

It's a good idea.
It's great.

Hey.

Here you go.
The usual.

You can put it on my desk.

So...

Manifest Destinations.

Have you found anything
in Malachi's books about them?

Or a reference to someone
named...

...Shane Muldoon?

Who is Shane Muldoon?

That's the person Malachi
might be doing business with.

Jacob, if we are dealing
with the Irish Mob here,

then it is time to talk
to Walt Longmire.

This is getting bigger than us.

I never mentioned the Irish Mob
to you, Henry.

The name Shane Muldoon
kind of announces itself.

It is not a hard deduction.

Have you already been
talking to Walt?

Because he's suddenly aware
of a connection

between Manifest Destinations
and the Irish Mob.

Makes me wonder...
who told him about it.

You should ask him.

How much have you shared
with Walt about our deal?

Nothing.

And do we still have a deal?

I find it strange

you found those fake
Red Pony ledgers so fast...

...and yet you haven't been able
to locate Malachi's real books

for weeks.

I have been a
little busy lately.

My life is not my own anymore.

I have too many puppet masters
pulling my strings.

Believe me, I would like
nothing more than to have my bar

and my independence
and my dignity back.

Ever since Walt hired me,
I've only ever known him

to be ethical, honorable,
and effective.

Thank you, Deputy Moretti.

You said
ever since Walt hired you.

Now, Ms. Moretti,
could you talk to us

about being hired
by Sheriff Longmire?

About how you were evaluated.

Oh, yeah.
Um, I was...

Because Monte,
my private investigator,

he tells me that Sheriff
Longmire's hiring practices

can be quite, um,
well, original.

Can I speak now or...

Oh, yes.
Why, please do.

I don't know about original.

I find him to be thoughtful
and observant.

Did he ask you
about why you left Philadelphia?

- No.
- Really?

He didn't ask you
about the scandal

surrounding your dismissal?

No.

Well, that's probably because
he found you to be unhirable,

an outcast, desperate for a job

and willing to do anything
he wanted.

And in exchange,
he'd give you your badge back.

That's not who Walt is.

Well, how would you know?

Walt Longmire is a very
secretive man, it seems.

At least that's what your
colleague, Deputy Ferguson,

- told Monte.
- Okay.

Just so you know,
I blew the whistle on a cop

- who was breaking the law.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm not exactly
the type of person

that a corrupt sheriff
would want to keep around.

Jesus.

Now, excuse me, young lady,

but there's no need
for such coarse language.

Are we done here?

I do believe we are.

Although... I do have
just one more question.

You're kidding me. You're...
You're pulling a Columbo?

Ms. Moretti, uh,
did you recently get divorced?

Now, wait a second.
Objection.

Her personal life has nothing
to do with any of this.

Well, you're probably right,
but I-I just got to ask.

You serious?
I got to answer his question?

- You objected.
- Yeah, but that's just for the record.

You still have to answer.

I can try to get it
disallowed in court.

Yeah.

I recently got divorced.

And did your recent divorce
have anything to do

with your relationship
with the ethical Walt Longmire?

- No.
- Oh.

So, can you explain to us

why, um, somebody
at the Durant Regional Hospital

recently reported
that you and the sheriff were...

..."locked in a
passionate kiss"?

I'm sorry.

That, uh... didn't go the way
that I expected it to.

It's fine.

If it wasn't that,
it'd have been something else.

If they're willing
to misconstrue an entire career,

they're not gonna have a problem
misconstruing a... moment.

Meantime, nobody's tending
to the county.

As long as I still have a job,
we need to find this murderer

and the head of the Irish Mob.

You do everything you can

to find out
about Manifest Destinations.

I'll do the same.

By the way,

if you were unhirable,
I wouldn't have hired you.

- We've got to get her out of here.
- Who?

- The bitch who stole my shit.
- She came in your house?

No. She lives here.
Come on.

She's in here.

Come on!
Hurry up!

Hey.

Oh, my God. We need to call
an ambulance now.

No, no, no.
She's totally breathing.

I-I threw cold water on her,
and I slapped her up.

We just got to get her in...
in your car, okay?

- No, we need to get her to a hospital.
- No.

If we take her to the hospital,
they're gonna call the cops.

The cops are gonna come along
and think that I did this shit.

Why would they think
you did this?

Maybe it's because
I broke in here

to get my necklace back
after this knocked-out bitch

yanked it off my neck yesterday

in a bar fight
that everybody saw.

Come on.

Mandy.

Wake up.

- Wake up.
- Hey, Mandy.

What?

Did you do this?

No.
No, I did not.

But this is what I'm trying to
tell you

is that I'm gonna take the blame
for it

when it was her asshole husband
who did this shit.

He did it.

This was all him.
Trust me. I know.

So we got to get her out of here
before he comes back.

You got to help me.

Come on!
Help me!

Come on!
Don't just stand there!

It is a nice costume.

Ferguson.

You need to invite me in... now.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Tom, it's a very good idea.

Another idea
is that I call your wife.

What the hell?

Uh, there's a, um,
FBI agent in my office.

Be very interested
in what's going on here.

I never saw you, Tom.

Are you dressed?

Yes.

So we know
you're not a travel agent,

so let's start over
with the truth,

if you don't want me
to turn you in.

Who do you deal with
here at the casino?

Different people.

Him?

I've seen him on
the floor, but no.

Where are you from?

Boston.

Were you a prostitute in Boston?

No. I was a waitress at The
Shamrock and Plough for years.

What made you come here?

The bartender there, actually.

He approached me

and said that the owner
wanted me to come to Wyoming.

Said I'd make five times what I
made at The Shamrock and Plough,

and he was right.

- Who's the owner?
- Connor O'Brien.

Can you tell me
what he looks like?

No. I've never
seen the guy.

You should probably come to the
clinic for some X-rays.

I think you might have
a broken rib.

Asha, do you want
to press charges?

Against her?

Me? Why would you press charges
against me?

I'm the one who saved
your stupid ass.

What were you doing in my house?

Cady and I were walking by,
and we heard a fight.

And then we saw
that asshole leave.

I saw that nasty look
in his eyes,

and I knew something was wrong.

Cady didn't want to go in,
but I knew we had to.

And then I found you...
out cold.

Do you want to call the police?

Call the police.

You know, the first
time J.P. beat me,

he called the police.

Yeah, that's right.

He called the tribal police
to report himself,

just to rub it in my face

that there's nothing
they could do about it.

He's white.

When was the first time
that he beat you?

Last year.

Well, the law's changed
since then.

Now the tribal police

can arrest a white guy
for abusing a Native woman,

as long as the woman is his wife
or girlfriend.

I didn't know that.
Somebody should tell people.

Asha, you got to put him in jail.
You got to make him pay...

I don't want him in jail.
I just want him to stop.

If he goes to jail, he's
just gonna come back angrier.

He's gonna walk right back
through that door and he's...

Bitch, don't you get it?

You have to leave him.

I may not like you,
but I hate him.

And I know you hate him, too.

And trust me... I got a lot
on my plate, and feeling guilty

when you show up dead is not
something that I want to add.

Okay.

I'll do whatever you want.

I just don't want him in jail.

And I want to be safe.

I think there's a way
we can do that.

Manifest Destinations
doesn't have a website

or a single Yelp review.

So, uh...
how did the deposition go?

Not great.

Well, these things always have
a way... of working out.

You've had a turnaround.

What are you doing over there?

Well, you know
how we couldn't compare

the fingerprint on the syringe
with Eddie Harp's fingerprints

'cause we didn't have them?

Now we do.

Eddie Harp's file.

My deputy lifted
one of Eddie Harp's fingerprints

from his badge.

Eddie grabbed it
during the ambush.

I matched the print
from my badge

to the heroin syringe that Eddie
used as the murder weapon.

So while you were here gambling,
we were solving a murder

that gives you serious leverage
to use against Eddie Harp

should you catch him.

Probably enough
to get him to give up the name

of the mystery man who's running
heroin and prostitution

right out of this casino.

And one more thing.

There's no way that anyone from
the mob would have known,

through my office,

that we had custody
of Eddie Harp

or that we were
transporting him.

I never gave Eddie a phone call.

So you may just want to check
your own house,

see if you got a leak.

Good day, sir.

Well, better late than
never, I guess.

Yeah.

- Sorry.
- Are you?

Uh, I feel like you're not.

Who's the second witness
that Tucker added?

You know what he's gonna say,
I assume.

Yep.

Is it true?

It's complicated.

N ice of you to join us.

We were just getting ready
to pack it up.

You know, Counselor,
it seems a little much to keep

my witness waiting, seeing as
how he came all the way...

Tucker.

I prefer the sheriff didn't know
where I lived.

He's got a nasty habit
of tracking me down

and shooting me
or assaulting me.

Well, since you're in
such a hurry,

why don't we just
get right to it?

Sheriff.

So.

Mr. Browning,
I've read your statement.

But isn't it true that when you
had your run-in with the sheriff

out there in those woods,

you were actually hunting down
a girl named Gabriella Langton?

You were gonna kill her

so she couldn't charge
your men with rape.

Walt shot at you
strictly out of self-defense.

Isn't that what really happened?

Sounds like you, uh,
you haven't read my statement.

I was out in those woods hiking
with my friend, Trot Simic.

- With guns.
- Yeah, with guns.

It's grizzly country.
It's dangerous up there.

And then on our hike,
the sheriff ambushed us,

had my friend shot and killed,
nearly killed me.

Bet you're wishing
you would've finished me off

when you had the chance,
huh, Sheriff?

He's lying under oath.

Mr. Browning
has received impeccable reviews

from his employers.

He's revered by his peers.

And he maintains his cool

in the presence of somebody
who tried to kill him...

not once, but twice, apparently.

Seems to me
to be a reliable witness.

Truth is I have just as many
people willing to attest

to his good character

as I have people
willing to testify

to your questionable character.

I'm leaving.

- This is bullshit.
- Well, just for the record,

I think I have
an alternate explanation

for the sheriff's
abrupt departure.

Rather than be offended
by the aforementioned bullshit,

it could be that the sheriff
has to face the fact

that I found another victim
who was shot at,

without any witnesses,

simply because the sheriff
couldn't make his charges stick.

The exact same pattern
of behavior

that led to the tragic death
of my client, Barlow Connally.

Oh, but now listen to me go on.

This is your deposition,
ain't it, Counselor?

Please, fire away.

Henry.

I just brought you one
30 seconds ago.

What is going on?

Yeah.

You know,
I'm in all this trouble

for trying to do
my job well, and...

and I have to ask myself...

Am I actually doing my
job well with the...

with the mob bringing
prostitutes and murderers

and... heroin into my county?

Then when I think I've found
the guy that's behind it,

turns out the guy's been using
a fake name.

Connor O'Brien has been
dead for 40 years.

Rest in peace.

What if I have the real name?

Shane Muldoon.

- How do you know that?
- I cannot say.

Well, I'll ask you again.

How do you know that?

Walt, I wanted to help you.
Now I have.

- I do not want...
- Henry.

What have you
gotten yourself into?

Who gave you the name
Shane Muldoon?

Nighthorse.

So Nighthorse has a relationship
with this guy,

the head of the Irish Mob.

Malachi may be more crooked here
than Nighthorse.

Nighthorse hired Malachi.

Whatever Malachi does
is on Nighthorse.

He's got to know.

You know the one thing
I've learned

through all these depositions?

If you're at the top,
you're held responsible.

Nighthorse is going down.

You cannot bring him down yet.

Why not?

He promised
to get me my bar back.

Oh, Henry.

Please.

Well, I can't wait long.

You figure it out fast.

Moving forward,
we need to be sure

all the witnesses we call
have detailed accounts...

Dave.

Yeah?

This civil suit

is not about whether or not
I did the right thing.

It's... It's about
negotiating lies.

I don't know how to play
that game.

I want to settle.

Walt, don't be thrown
by these depositions.

I mean, Tucker Baggett
just delayed those witnesses

to put pressure on you
so that you would settle.

You're the one who told me to
settle in the first place, Dave.

Well, that was
before I saw Tucker's game.

I-I can't stand
his good-old-boy bullying.

Walt, I'm very good
at what I do.

And now that I see
how this is gonna be played,

I think we should keep fighting.

- I think we can win.
- I don't care about winning.

I care about being able
to get back to doing my job.

This lawsuit
is a restraining order

that's keeping me
from being effective.

We can do this
and get you back...

These people did not elect me
to protect myself, Dave.

I'm here to protect them.

Right now, heroin is pouring
into my county,

a murderer is on the loose,

and a mob boss
thinks he can move in.

I have work to do.

If that's what you really want.

It is.

All right then.

Well, you're insured
by Absaroka County for $250,000.

That's $250,000 more

than the Barlow Connally estate
deserves, but...

...so be it.

- Dave.
- Yeah?

Thanks, bud.

Hey.

So, I've scoured
the whole damn World Wide Web,

and there is nothing
on Manifest Destinations,

so I did a Google Street View

of the address
that matches the credit card,

and it's just a vacant lot
and a bar.

Tell Ruby I'm gonna take
the next couple of days off.

Hey, Punk.

Dad. Hi.
I have a favor to ask you.

What's that?

You want to come and deliver
a restraining order with me?

There's a white guy
who lives on the res, and he...

- Why do you need me?
- I think it...

it might have more impact
coming from a sheriff.

Well, I have a
better idea, Cady.

You should quit.

Dad, come on.

You know, you can run errands
for Nighthorse.

I won't.

I'm really trying to
help people here.

You do know you're being paid
with dirty money.

Money from drugs
and prostitution.

Wow. Those are some pretty big
accusations.

Do you have any proof of that?

Spoken like a true lawyer.

Listen, uh,
I'll talk to you later.

I have something I have to do.

I have some news which I'm sure
you'll be happy to hear.

What's that, Counselor?

My client, Walt Longmire,
wants to settle.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah, it dawned on Walt

what a pain in the ass
this lawsuit's gonna be.

It's not worth his time.

You want maximized value
for the estate you represent,

and Walt just wants
to get back to work.

- What number were you thinking?
- $250,000.

That's exactly
what the county's covered for

- under their insurance policy.
- Right.

Everybody wins.

So I'll draft the paperwork
and get...

Don't bother.

Pardon?
You heard me.

I said don't bother.

Walt Longmire's not concerned
about the hassle.

He's concerned about losing.

And now you both understand
the case that I have,

you both understand
that I can get a lot more money.

So the settlement's
off the table.

The good people of Absaroka
deserve to hear this evidence

in court,
and the citizens of this county

deserve to know what kind
of sheriff they elected.

And when they do,
they're gonna realize

that poor Barlow Connally

deserves a hell of a lot more
than $250,000.

So if you'll excuse me,
Counselor, I need to practice.

Brought you these fish.

Now there's no reason for you
to come back to Absaroka.

I'm gonna be very polite
but very clear.

I want you out of my county.

I know who you are.

The FBI does not.

Not yet.

You came all the way across
the country to threaten me?

No.

No, I came to help you.

I'm giving you a heads-up.

I just gave the FBI evidence

that connects your man,
Eddie Harp, to a murder.

If they catch him,

what do you think
Eddie's gonna choose?

Life sentence for murder
or a deal from the feds?

Your name in exchange
for protective custody.

I'm sure you already know
that Eddie's quite a talker.

Are you telling me to kill him?

I don't tell people
how to run their business.

I'm just trying to help you
stay out of prison.

I also strongly encourage you
and your drugs

and your prostitutes
to stay out of my county.

If you don't,
I'll tell the FBI who you are.

What makes you think
I won't kill you

in the middle of the night,
Sheriff Longmire?

Others have tried.

Look me up.

You'll find I have
quite a reputation.

I know he has a gun.

Before you signal him
to kill me, know this...

if I don't come home,
I've left instructions

for my deputy to give
an envelope to the FBI.

It's got your name in it.

Shane Muldoon.

Is Absaroka County really worth
your time?

And your life?

Enjoy the fish.