All language subtitles for Longmire.S05E02.GERMAN.DUBBED.DL.720p.BluRay.x264-TSCC_track4_[eng]

[engine starts]

[tires squeal]

Oh, hey.
Uh, Sheriff.

Your Jane Doe
is right over--

She's not a Jane Doe.

Do you want me to...

l can pray with you
if you'd like.

What?

Would you like me to pray
with you?

She must've meant a lot
to you.

It's not Donna.

Oh, my Lord.
But, uh--

But the description
on the report...

Oh, I feel terrible
that I put you through this.

It's just I couldn't get Sheriff
Wilkins to come down here

to I.D. our Jane Doe, and...

I'm so sorry.

There's no need.

You did the right thing.

So, should I try
to get Sheriff Wilkins again?

No.

Hey there, Eamonn.

God.

Hey, Walt.

This is a creepy
sort of surprise.

I need to talk to you
inside.

Look, I don't know what Vic told
you--

- I don't care about you and Vic.
- Well, you say that,

but it's after 10:00
and you're lying in wait.

- I'm not lying in wait.
- You're sitting in the dark,

-your truck's nowhere to be seen.
-"Cause I don't want to be seen.

- It's basically the definition --
- It's about your boss.

- It's a little hard to believe.
- Is it?

How much
did Sheriff Wilkins receive

in, uh, campaign donations from
Newett Energy last election?

I don't know.

I do.
l looked it up.

Every member
of their board

wrote the maximum check
allowable by law.

Just because he's accepting
political contributions

doesn't mean he's protecting
a criminal.

- And yet that's what he's doing.
- According to you.

Why else would he check Walker
Browning out of the hospital

and ban me from his county

unless he's trying to hide
something from me?

When you say "ban," you mean
in the legal sense of ban?

- Like a restraining order?
- I don't know.

But I do know he ignored
a Jane Doe

that matched
my missing person.

That seems like a cover-up
to me.

[sighs]

All right.

Even if all of this were true,
what do you want me to do?

Help me.

Keep an eye out
for Walker Browning.

Can you do that?

I don't know.

I'll think about it.

Fair enough.

[grunts]

Shit.

Don't move, asshole.

- Take off that mask.
- No.

Take it off
or you're dead.

- You can't kill me.
- Oh, really?

Why not?

Because Hector lives,
and because I know you.

You're a thief.
But you're not a murderer.

[gunshot]

[knock on door]

Hey, Sheriff.

You didn't by chance stop by
the print shed last night

and pick up your Bronco?

- Yep.
- Ah.

So normally when I'm collecting
evidence on a vehicle,

it helps
to not have somebody

take the vehicle
in the middle of the night.

- How's Larry doing?
- What?

Larry, the arson investigator
who's going over Donna's van.

He got pulled away.

Uh, suspicious brush fire
at Pronghorn Ridge.

Right.

Can l have the keys
to the Bronco back?

Nope. I'm leaving.

What do you want me to do
with the kid in the cell?

Has anyone confirmed
that he's Donna's son?

No.

Then nothing.

[door closes]

[grunts]

[Donna] Came out after my group
and-- and it was on fire,

and the fire department said
that someone broke the window

and threw a Molotov cocktail
inside, so...

Well, my patient's suicide,
um...

it was because of me.

Have you ever heard of
transference?

This patient hasn't made
their last four sessions,

so I'm completely in the dark

as to their state of mind
right now.

[Vic] Have you totally lost
your damn mind?

Where the hell did you go
last night?

Cumberland County morgue.

They called me in
to I.D. a Jane Doe.

Uh, blond, 5'6",
45, 50 years old.

Shit.

I'm so sorry, Walt.

It wasn't her.

What does this look like?

Um...Red Stripe.

Same brand
that Duncan Butler was drinking

when we visited him
yesterday.

So then I was right.

It was one of her patients.

You go to his house.
I'll head to his work.

No way.

I'm not letting you
back behind the wheel again.

Give me the keys.

I'm fine, Vic.

What the hell
have you gotten me into?

I would be happy to file

a police report for you,
Standing Bear.

I almost got killed.

That is on you.

It was a good plan.

Good?

You told me
l was retrieving

a single antique
piece of pottery

from a residence
where nobody was home.

But not a single part
of that description

-turned out to be true.
- What do you mean?

- You couldn't find the pot?
- I found hundreds of pots!

It might've looked
like a residence from outside,

but inside it was
some kind of warehouse

filled with counterfeit
Indian artifacts,

and somebody was home.

Can you describe him?

I only remember the shotgun
he pointed at my head.

What else?

So, no apology.

[telephone ringing]

I got to take this.

[sighs] Yeah.

Anybody get hurt?

Good.

Well, we finally got an excuse
to get inside.

All right.
Yeah. I'm on my way.

Well, Standing Bear,
I got to go.

Apparently there was
a home invasion last night.

Some broken pottery,
a couple shots fired.

Someone said
they even saw Hector.

You knew somebody would be
in that house last night.

You sent me there
to cause a disturbance

so you could enter the house
legally.

I told you
it was a good plan.

[cellphone ringing]

[cellphone beeps]

Hello, Jacob.

Duncan?

- Can I help you? - Uh,
yeah. We're looking for Duncan Butler.

Uh, maybe you should talk
to Brent.

- This way?
- Yeah.

[Brent]
Can I see some I.D.?

Duncan has the day off.

Call him at home.
I'm sure he'll see you.

We went to his house.
He wasn't there.

- So we figured he'd be here.
- Well, he's not.

Look, I don't know what you guys
want to talk to Duncan about,

but he served his country
for four years.

I think the least the rest of us
can do is cut him some slack.

Really? We want to talk to him
about a van that got firebombed.

[scoffs] I see.
Just because he served in Iraq

means he's the one
who bombed a car.

- Yeah, sort of.
- And the rest of us have no responsibility

to help people like Duncan
after all they've done for us?

Brent, I appreciate
what you're doing for Duncan,

but this is not
just about a firebombed van.

There's a woman missing.

Now, she was also trying
to help Duncan.

I don't know if he's done
anything wrong or if he's hurt her,

but l do need to speak
to him.

Now, he doesn't have
the day off today, does he?

- He just didn't show up.
- Duncan is a good guy.

Brent, when we spoke to you
the other day,

you provided an alibi for Duncan
for the bombing and abduction.

Would you swear to that
in front of a judge?

Sometimes Duncan has bad days.

He doesn't make a day, and I...
ll clock in and out for him.

This happen on the dates
we asked about?

Yeah.

You got any idea
where he is?

No.

His wife wasn't home either.
Do you know where she works?

His wife?

His wife hasn't been home
since last November.

She left him.

[Walt]
Okay. Thanks, Ferg.

Duncan's wife filed
divorce papers in January.

Her most recent address
is in Tensleep.

I'm no psychiatrist,

but Duncan seems
delusional.

His wife leaves him

and he keeps her stuff
laying around for months?

[static crackles]

[Ruby] I have Eamonn O'Neill
for you, Walt.

Put him through, Ruby.

[Eamonn] Sheriff,
l got to make this quick.

- Shoot.
- I think you should come out here.

What'd you find?

I'd rather not say
over the phone.

Where should I meet you?

I'll text you the address.

I don't have a cellphone.
Text it through to Vic's.

Oh, you, uh, you with Vic?

Hey, Eamonn.

Hi.

Okay. Send me
that address.

[clears throat]

I'm not going out there.

No.

No, you're going to Tensleep
to look for Duncan's ex-wife.

You didn't hire Eamonn,
did you?

Nope.

What was that call about?

If we're wrong about Duncan,

we need to reconsider
Walker Browning.

We still haven't ruled him out
as a suspect.

Eamonn may know
where he's hiding.

I thought you said
l was right

about it being
one of Donna's patients.

No, you said that.

I'm gonna need my keys back.
Recite the alphabet.

Backwards.

[rock music playing on radio]

[drawer closes, opens]

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks,
door opens]

You'd better not be messing
with me.

Hello, Mathias.

So, I went and checked on that
house you broke into last night.

- It's hardly a warehouse.
- What do you mean?

Only artifacts I saw were
two bowls and a cooking pot.

And they were broken.

One was thrown, the other two
were blown up by a shotgun.

I know what l saw.

They're filing
an insurance claim.

- How much?
- $120,000.

For counterfeit clay pots?

Not counterfeit.
Authentic, but black market.

We believe that someone's
systematically been stealing

and selling
our people's history.

Like that pot
l sent you for?

That was stolen from
Adele Chapman's house last week.

Instead, you drove
their operation underground.

Hector has that effect
on people.

Uh-huh.

I'm actually a little concerned
that Hector

doesn't fully appreciate
the nature of our arrangement.

He's supposed to be an asset
in fighting crime,

and he's supposed to be
stealthy.

He's not supposed to shoot up
the joint

and scare the bad guys
into hiding.

Next time, maybe
you should arm Hector

with a little more information
about what you expect from him.

Okay.

Here's what I expect
from him.

He's gonna watch that house,
see who comes and goes,

and follow them.

I need to find
where that merchandise went.

Now, last night
was strike one.

You get one more chance

or l send my blood samples
to the FBI.

That is not
how strikes work.

I never had much patience
for baseball.

You have the code?

Nope.
We got to climb.

You sure it's worth it?

No.

But this morning,
a shutoff engineer

from the Newett oil field
came in to report

that some cranky cowboy came
sniffing around his work site.

Same work site where you and I
questioned Walker Browning.

I wasn't that cranky.

Yeah.

Well, shortly after that,
Sheriff Wilkins announced

he'd be working from home.

Sheriff Wilkins lives here?

Yep.

You think Walker
Browning's here?

It's just a hunch,

but Sheriff Wilkins
doesn't ever work from home.

Nobody there
to laugh at his jokes.

[metal rattling]

[grunts]

Hey there, Sheriff.

Sound travels
in the mountains.

Heard that old Bronco of yours
all the way up here.

Why don't you come on up
for a chat?

Tell your little, uh,
deputy friend to join you.

Hey, Eamonn,
you're not fooling anybody.

I can see you right there.

Yeah.

I'm curious that you recognize
the sound of my truck.

You been driving it
recently?

Man, you are so literal.

[sighs] You got me there.
That's great detective work.

I didn't actually hear it.

This, uh, place has
these closed-circuit TV channels

[grunts] that show the comings
and goings at the gate.

Where is she?

Did you lose her?
After all that trouble?

Answer me, Walker.

I don't know where Gab is.
I didn't take her.

Took off after you ambushed
me, killed Trot.

That's not what happened,
and you know that.

You the sniper, huh?

You know, hiding in the woods
just like you were doing here?

For your sake,
l sure as hell hope

you got a warrant
this time, Walt.

I do not.

Walker invited us in,
so this is all perfectly legal.

Us?

You and Eamonn?

Are you two a couple now?
[laughs]

Sheriff, I think this
is just a big miscommunication.

Well, we can straighten that
right out, can't we, Eamonn?

Escort this son of a bitch
back to Absaroka County.

I'm not leaving.

You know what? Scratch that.
Arrest the sheriff.

- He hasn't done anything.
- Arrest him!

There's no need.

Get up.
Get off me!

You attacked me in my home,

and then you took Donna 'cause
you saw what she meant to me!

I really like the idea
of hurting you, Walt.

But I really don't give a shit
about hurting your feelings.

It was you! Say it!
Get off!

All right, Longmire. That's it.
You're under arrest!

Say it!
Say it!

If I shot you,
l would've shot you dead.

- I think you thought you did.
- Oh, I would've made sure.

[chuckles]

You may as well go, too, Eamonn,
you piece of shit.

I expect your resignation
on my desk inside the hour.

[Eamonn]
He thought the "she" was Gab.

Yep.

So, he's a pretty good liar.

He is.

But this time...this time,
he's telling the truth.

He would've killed me
if he had the chance.

Why don't you come work
for me?

Yeah, that sounds great.

Leap from one unstable,
hostile work environment

to another.

But thanks for the offer.

I'm sorry
l got you fired.

Yeah. Just a matter of time
before I left.

Hard to work for a boss you
don't respect.

You really should get that
checked out.

You don't want to bleed to death
in Sheriff Wilkins' county.

How was everything?

Ah.
It was a little rare.

I am sorry to hear that.
I will let the kitchen know.

[grunts]

Hey, buddy, break it up!

Get down! Hey, back off!
Back off!

- I'm making a citizen's arrest.
- Who the hell are you?

- Get off me!
- Shut up! Shut up, man!

Sir, please, just--
just calm down.

I can call the sheriff.

No, no. No need.
1 got this.

Hey, you, come here.
Sweetheart, come here.

Come on!
Get over here!

Here.

Zip his wrists up
real tight, okay?

Don't move.

Jesus.
Come on, come on!

Come on, come on.

Okay, come on.
Get up! Get up!

Stay back.
Everybody stay where they are.

This'll be over real soon.

[Ferg] The abductor
is a male Caucasian in his 30s.

He is driving a red pickup
truck, Ram 2500.

You got any plate numbers?

County one-six,
license number four-two.

County one-six,
license four-two.

Got it. Will you run
those plates for me?

That's what I'm doing.
Hold on.

Ferg, this guy seems unhinged.
He might hurt someone.

I do not think it is wise
to wait for the cavalry.

- I can run him off the road.
- Don't, Henry.

Not until we know
who we're dealing with.

Which is...

Duncan Butler.

Holy shit.
Are you sure, Ferg?

Truck was registered to him
just last year.

[siren wailing]

- I don't know who you think I am --
- Look, I know who you are.

- I know what you did.
- I didn't do anything!

- Bullshit!
- Oh!

[tires screech]

[Duncan] Jesus, Officer!
Watch where you're going!

I almost hit you!

Get on the ground!

Get out.

I got him!
He can tell us where Donna is.

Duncan, get on the ground!

- Help me!
- Hey.

Stay back.
This is police business.

- Get out.
- Let go of the hostage

and put your weapon down.

What?

Oh, no, no, no.
You don't understand.

I arrested him, all right?
Citizen's arrest.

[grunts]

Duncan, what the hell
is going on?

He's the guy who took Donna'

- Which one of these guys is the bad guy?
- I don't know.

Oh, shit.
l got him!

[grunts]
Get down!

Get down!
[breathing heavily]

Okay.

[door closes]

I don't know why you're talking
to me, all right?

Randal's the one who took Donna.

What makes you think that?

I've seen him hanging around
the parking lot,

waiting for Donna
after his group session.

Looking for a little, uh,
one-on-one time,

if you know what I mean.

What were you waiting for?

Come again?

Were you waiting
for some one-on-one time, too?

No.

I was just looking
after her is all.

Donna and me,
we have a connection.

She has this ability...
to s-- see right through you.

Next thing you know, you're just
pouring your heart out,

feeling things you
never felt before.

If she's that good,
why'd you stop going to therapy?

You missed your last few
appointments.

We had an awkward session.

[Vic] What exactly happened
at your session?

I brought her a stew.

I made it myself from scratch
from a rabbit I shot.

Wow. You shot her a rabbit?

Right?

You know, I never cooked that
stew for nobody but Jean.

It was homemade,
and she just...turned it down.

- How rude.
- Right?

And instead of saying thank you,
she...she asked me

what I thought the nature
of our relationship was.

She went all robotic on me,

insisting that our relationship
was just doctor-patient.

Like she was just toying
with you.

And that's not
the worst part.

I missed a few sessions,
and this bitch sent me a-a bill.

Can you believe that shit?

- I'd have gone ballistic.
- Yeah. I did.

I know.

You recognize
that beer bottle?

Red Stripe.

Only beer I know
comes in a bottle that shape.

I'm a Rainier man myself,

but they don't sell that
in bottles around here, so...

Not very useful
for Molotov cocktails.

[Vic] And, Duncan,
before you say another word,

you need to know your boss isn't
backing up your story anymore.

We know that you don't
have an alibi

for the time that that van
went up in flames.

Okay, okay.
Okay. You got me, all right?

It's -- [sighs]

I got anger issues.

Donna and I were
working on that.

And l know it wasn't appropriate
to firebomb her truck.

I was upset.

I needed Donna to know that you
can't treat people like that.

You can't just...
just brush me off.

That stew was homemade.

So where is she, Duncan?

What?

I told you.
Randal has her.

You just admitted to torching
her van.

Yeah, I torched her van,

but I wouldn't do anything
to hurt her.

Hey.

I finally confirmed the I.D.
of Andrew Price.

He really is Donna's son.
I talked to her ex.

Okay.

Um, and his dad, Donna's ex,
is a lawyer.

He's pretty pissed
that we're holding his son

without charging him.

You want me to charge him?

No. Uh, no.

Duncan just confessed
to, uh, firebombing Donna's van.

We'll see if that's all he's
done, but you can let Andrew go.

Make sure this is everything.
Sign here, okay?

No, no, no, no.
[Andrew] Hey, who's this?

My mom's old boyfriend?

You can show
yourself out, Andrew.

- You locking me up?
- Yep.

This is insane!
What about this guy?

This guy's pressing charges!
l might even sue your ass!

[Ferg] Whoa.
Sit down.

Hey, Sheriff.
You probably should hear this.

[cellphone beeps]

[Donna]
Hey, Andy. It's Mom.

Uh, no big dealio.
Just checking in.

Look, she never
just checks in,

and I've never heard her say
"dealio"” in my life.

I think something is, like,
actually seriously wrong.

Call log says she called two
hours ago.

I'll have the phone
company trace it.

Here. Write
down your number.

So, that call came in
while Duncan was in custody.

[keypad clicking]

I'm with the Absaroka County
Sheriff's Department.

I need a trace.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Maybe Donna got access
to a phone

after Duncan went
to the Red Pony.

If she was alone, why would she
feel the need to speak in code?

He only admitted to the bombing,
not the abduction.

So maybe Duncan was
telling the truth

and the bomber and the abductor
are not the same person.

You think there's a third
person out there?

Nope.

You call me as soon
as that trace comes through.

[door closes]

[Vic] Tamar Smith was in the hospital.
She's got an alibi.

[Walt] For the bombing.
Not the abduction.

According to Donna, Tamar's
suicide attempt is related

to transference issues
with Donna.

Think how she reacted when
she heard Donna was missing.

- Nothing.
- Yeah, and Duncan freaked out.

Right.

Tamar was more concerned

that I looked like
her commanding officer.

[cellphone rings]

Hey, Ferg.

Yeah.

Okay.

Phone company confirms that
Donna's call came from here.

Vic.

Shit.

I'm so sorry, Walt.
It's not your fault.

She was here.
I didn't see this.

I didn't look here.
At least we know she's alive.

We just got to figure out
where Tamar took her.

[man]
Excuse me, ma'am.

Looks like you could use
a little air.

- Back up, asshole.
- Whoa.

- Take it easy, sweetheart.
- I said back up.

God damn it!
What the hell"s wrong with you?!

I'm trying to tell you
your tire's low!

Do I stutter?!
Back off!

[water running]

[horn honking]

Let's go!

[pounding on door]
Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Come on!

- Hang on.
- Let's go!

- Yes, okay, okay, okay.
- Now!

- Okay.
- Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah, we heard it
on the evening news,

but you got to keep putting that
information out there

until we find her.

Yeah.
I appreciate it.

[man on radio] The Absaroka
Sheriff's Department

is looking for information
on the whereabouts

of local woman Tamar Smith,
a Caucasian in her early 30s.

Ms. Smith is wanted
in conjunction

with the possible abduction

of Dr. Donna Monaghan
of Sheridan, Wyoming.

The sheriff's department is--

[rock music playing on radio]

[tires screech]

[radio shuts off]

You know you're
not really a ghost.

You can't just run into traffic.

What are you doing out here?

I will not be needing this
anymore.

- Why not?
- Because I will be in jail.

Are you backing out
on our deal?

I am.

Take me to the feds.

Are you serious?

I will not be manipulated
or exploited anymore.

I would rather be
back in prison.

All right.

If that's how you feel.

It is.
And ll am sorry.

I realize this puts you
in a difficult position.

Me?
Why do you figure that?

You told me
you were having a tough time

getting people on the res
to trust you.

I imagine that will become
even more difficult

when they learn that you are
the one that arrested Hector.

Do you think people will thank
you for sending their folk hero

to the white man's prison?

I am not so sure.

What do you want,
Henry?

I would like to renegotiate
the terms of our arrangement.

[man on radio]
The sheriff's department

is still asking residents

to be on the lookout
for Dr. Donna Monaghan.

The Sheridan resident
has been missing for three days.

The sheriff is also looking
for a silver Subaru Forester.

[radio turns off]
I'm so stupid.

The media's gonna twist this
into some kind of sex scandal.

They're going to say
I'm a crazy lesbian lover

who just fell off
the deep end.

No, they won't,
because I won't let them.

I should never have let you make
that call to your son.

You let me make that call
because you care about me.

I know that.

And I care about you.

[sighs] But now they're gonna
come find me.

Look, Tamar,
I'm gonna say something

as a friend,
not a therapist, okay?

Don't you think
that on some level,

you want this
whole thing to end?

I mean, you have no escape plan,
there's nowhere to go,

-there's nothing you can do.
- I just need to think.

Let's just try to figure a way
out of this together, okay?

I think that we should go
to the police

and you should
just turn yourself in.

- I don't think it's
gonna be that bad.

Look, I will tell them that you
were only trying to help me.

You will?

Yes.

So...
[sighs]

Basically,
ll just have to trust you?

Yes.

Well, a few weeks ago
in session,

you said that I was placing
too much trust in you.

Well, this is different.

It sure is.

How am I supposed to trust you
when you do shit like this?

I think this ends
tonight's session.

- Where'd she go?
- Around the side of the building.

To use the bathroom,
l guess.

Can we see the video?

I only got one camera,
and it's to keep people

from helping themselves
to free gas.

I never thought I'd need one
on the restroom.

Do you know if this woman
was alone?

I don't know anything
about her.

She went a little psycho
on the guy,

and he came in here
to tell me about it.

Before I could go and talk to
her, she peeled off in the car.

Which direction?

Uh, right on up the hill.

She went way faster
than the speed limit.

I suppose that's the least
of her crimes.

Man, those things are a pain
in the ass to fold back up.

- What are you looking for?
- Lake.

Pretty sure there's
one nearby.

Foley Lake's
right up that way.

Show me where.

Uh, right there.

What's so special
about Foley Lake?

[man] It's named
for one of Custer's soldiers.

- Story is he had some relative --
- Tamar had a picture of the lake.

[Vic]
Where?

At her house
when we talked to her.

I didn't see it.

It came from the drawer.

Somebody's getting
his memory back.

You think that's
where Tamar's headed?

It's worth a look.

You really think
there are any houses out here?

[Walt]
ll see two docks.

One there.

One back there.

Chances are each one belongs
to a house.

There's no boats
at either of them.

We should probably
check them out anyway.

Let's just do a
quick recon pass,

meet back up on the other side.

How do you think
he's really doing?

- Walt?
- He seems a little off.

Yeah.
Well, he got shot.

And hit in the head.

[sighs]

Just give him time.

[Ferg] Do you think
he'd even be able to deal

with having another woman
he cares about die?

Let's hope
we don't have to find out.

Tamar!

Tamar!

You need to come out of there
right now.

Come out slowly
with your hands over your head.

[Donna]
Walt, it's me.

I'm okay.
Just -- Just drop your weapon.

Donna?

Just please
put the gun down.

You -- You have to trust me, okay?
Now just...

Put down the weapon.

Okay.

I put it down.

[door creaks]

- Drop the gun!
- Drop it!

Easy!

Everybody easy.

I told you
we couldn't trust him!

I don't want to shoot.
but I will if I have to.

Now drop it!

Don't yell, Walt, okay?

Please just lower your voice.

You were supposed to leave
the gun outside.

- You lied to me.
- You shot me.

Was I supposed to trust you?
Now let Donna go.

- I can't let you hurt Dr. Monaghan.
- I won't.

- I'm trying to protect her.
- Bullshit!

Tamar.

I do not want to hurt
Dr. Monaghan or you.

But I also don't want you
to hurt her.

Me?

I'm protecting her!

You shot her,
and you kidnapped her.

T-To keep me from
being raped, Walt.

You see, the other day when --

when you took me back
to my house to get some things,

Tamar saw us there
and she saw you,

and she thought you were big
a-and threatening and macho,

and she just got very
worried for me.

Do you understand
what I'm saying, Walt?

Are you in love
with Dr. Monaghan?

- See?
- No, Tamar.

I told you.

This is what everybody
will think!

No, no, they won't.

Walt, this is not
about jealousy.

It is about trauma.

Tamar is a rape victim,
and you are triggering --

Shut up!
No more!

Shut up!

There's a reason that soldiers
don't go to shrinks.

'Cause it just
makes it worse.

I should've kept this
to myself.

No.

But you opened
me up, right?

And all the shit
started coming out of my head,

and it should've
just stayed there.

Was it your C.O.?

Tamar?

The man in the picture that you
showed me who looks like me?

Did he rape you?

He was supposed to
protect us.

Off base, you know
where the enemy is.

[voice breaking]
You know where the danger is.

Back on the F.O.B.,
it was supposed to be safe!

But Captain Frederick...

I never knew
when he was gonna show up.

I'm not like him.

You don't know him!

You don't know
what he's like!

Dr. Monaghan,
you say that you trust this guy.

How well do you
really know him?

Because I thought that I knew
my commanding officer,

but he had all the power,
and he used it against me.

And because of his rank,
nobody listened to me.

Why should I trust
this guy?

You're right, Tamar.

You don't know me.

So let's give Dr. Monaghan
the power.

If you and me
are both trying to protect her,

let's -- let's let her decide
what to do.

Now, I want everybody
to be safe.

So I'm gonna give
Dr. Monaghan my gun.

It's okay, Tamar.

You and ll just wanted
Dr. Monaghan to be safe.

Now she is.

You've done your job.

Now you can go.

Nothing bad's gonna
happen now, Tamar.

Uh...

Oh. Yeah.

Wow.

[sniffs]
If it makes you feel any better,

I've never really used one
of these things anyway, so...

It, uh...

It does not make me feel
any better now.

[gun clicks]

I'm okay.
I'm going to be fine.

You're okay.

Yeah. I'm okay. I'm okay.
Thank you.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Listen.

You stay in here,
and you stay low, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Walt?

If you catch her,
don't hurt her, okay?

She's --
She's not a criminal.

She's just deeply
traumatized.

Yeah.

Tamar.

This was my grandpa's place.

It's the last place I felt safe
before I deployed.

Now I'm afraid to go out.

To sleep, even.

You've been through a lot.

So have you.

I'm used to it.

Where am I
supposed to go, sir?

I can't function
out there anymore.

Look at what ll did to you
and Dr. Monaghan.

I'm hurting people.

That's not who I am.

Or who I was.

Cuff me.

I don't think
that'll be necessary.

I don't trust myself
anymore, sir.

Please.

When you tell your side
of the story,

people will understand.

Can I just have a minute?

I just want to take
one last look at this place.

Try to keep one good memory
in my head.

I'm so sorry.

What for?

I just--
I seem to have a knack

for stirring up trouble
in other people's lives, and...

That's not how I see it.

[water splashes]

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Tamar!

[down-tempo music plays]

I don't see her!
I don't see her!

- Is that Walt?!
- Yes!

- What the hell is he doing?! - He went
in to save my patient! She jumped in!

Shit.

Where is she?!

- No!
- She's there!

Wait, wait, Ferg.

Hold on to me.
Hold on to me.

[grunts]

- Grab me. You got me?
- I got you.

[Ferg]
She's gonna drown him!

I got you.
[Vic] Okay.

Walt, reach for it.

Hold on to me.
Get me. You got me?

- I got you.
- Grab it.

[grunts]
Oh, shit!

Take her.

[oar clatters]

[voices echoing ]

[music continues]

Okay.
Let me see if she's...

[Ferg] Is she breathing?
- No.

Pulse?

Nothing.
Okay. Put her on her side.

- Go on the side.
- Ready?

- Okay.
- Come on!

- Breathe, breathe.
- Walt. Walt.

- Come on!
- Okay. She's breathing.

Tip her up.
It's all right.

Deep breaths.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.
You're okay.

[Tamar coughing]
You're okay.

[Ferg]
You're all right.

All right. Okay.
Just take some deep breaths.

[voices echoing]

[music continues]