All language subtitles for Longmire.S05E05.GERMAN.DUBBED.DL.720p.BluRay.x264-TSCC_track4_[eng]

[mid-tempo music plays]

♪♪ I don't have much money ♪♪

♪♪ 1 got lots of time ♪♪

♪♪ I got lots of time... ♪♪

[Vic] So, did your girl find
a pack to take her in yet?

[Pyper] Nope. [sighs]

It appears the world still doesn't
know what to do with an alpha female.

Which is why
us alpha females

need to take matters
into our own hands.

You want to buy
my crappy old motor home?

I do. [laughs]

Yeah.
I mean, um...

Do you have
somewhere else to go?

Well, maybe I could
go live with her.

She could use a roomie.

♪♪ If you wish you were me,
don't you wish you were me ♪♪

♪♪ Don't you, boy? ♪♪

[music continues]

[blower whirring]

[whirring stops]

Mm, mm.

Ethel's over in Lot 64.

- Ethel?
- Yeah.

Her granddaughter
called you guys

about a stolen
Social Security check?

Oh. Yeah, no,
I'm not here about work.

I'll bite.
What are you here for?

I was wondering if you have room
for one more caterpillar.

[laughs] Come on.

[knock on door]

[knocking continues]

[pounding on door]

[pounding continues]

[sniffles]

Sorry, Bob.

No, I'm...

I'm sorry
to be bothering you.

I just need [sniffles]
your help.

[sniffles]
It's Billy.

It's-- It's my boy.

[crying, sniffling]

[grunting]

Ah, it's a mega-shitstorm
up inside here!

Yeah.

Not exactly like building
the Barbie Dreamhouse, is it?

I had no problem
installing

the water pressure monitor
and the gray water hose,

but for some reason,
the black water hose

doesn't want to connect.

Why don't you let Joe-Mega
slide under there

and apply his magical hands
to your undercarriage?

You need to keep your magic
hands on your own undercarriage.

All right?

I got this. Okay?

Yes, ma'am.

[sighs]

Barbie House is not that easy.

God damn--

Aah! [whimpers]

What exactly
do you want me to do, Bob?

Billy needs
to get into rehab.

- His drinking"s gotten that bad?
- It ain't drinkin'.

It's heroin.

Heroin.

Since when?

I'm not sure.

But it's gotten worse.

Everything has.

I think we did the
wrong thing, Walt.

What do you mean?

Billy's never
forgiven himself

for that drunk driving accident
that just about killed Cady.

I thought I was doing
the right thing

by taking the fall for him.

Turns out it was
the worst parenting mistake

I've ever made,
and that's saying something.

Billy should have
done his time, Walt.

Maybe then he would have stopped
punishing himself.

[man coughs]

[vehicle approaching]

Shit!
Let's get out of here!

[Woman] Come on!

[Walt] Okay, that's enough.

Oh, shit.

Hey.

Hey!

We're here to
help you, Billy.

[Bob] You're sick, son.

You need to get well.

You son of a bitch.

[panting]

You goddamn son of a bitch!

Hey. Hey!

Get off him! [sighs]

- Okay, Bob.
- It's all right.

It's okay.
It's all right.

I'm good.

What the hell's
wrong with you, boy?!

What are you doing?

[Henry] We have a problem.

Joey Takoda showed up
at the Red Pony.

- Dead.
- Whoever you are,

I hope you know
this call can be traced.

I am on a pay phone.
The call is secure.

What are we going to do
about this dead drug dealer?

Well, that depends.
Did you kill him?

Did I kill him?

Did you kill him,
is the question.

Is this your latest way
of setting me up?

Don't be paranoid,
Standing Bear.

I'm on your side.

Then tell me--
what am I supposed to do?

If you really have nothing
to hide,

then you should do what any
upstanding citizen would do.

Call your local sheriff.

[cellphone beeps]

[Billy] You know,
you can't make me go here.

- You need help.
- Why? Why?

Because I like to party
on my days off?

I got a job.
I pay my bills.

That's more
than you can say.

Damn it.

Look at your arm.

- You're a junkie!
- So what?

I'm an adult.

In fact,
this is kidnapping.

And I am leaving.

Easy.

That's true.

You have every right
to leave this place.

Just as I have every right
to arrest you for possession.

Oh.

Now, you're gonna get clean
either here

or at the Tri-County Jail.

It's your choice.

[sighs]

[sniffs]

[sighs] Fine.

Let's go sign in
or whatever.

Hey, Dad.

Yeah?

You sure you don't want to do
my rehab for me?

Save me the trouble?

You're doing the
right thing, Bob.

[engine shuts off]

[camera shutter clicks]

[Walt] What do we have?

Looks like an O.D.

Seems like our friend here
had his own little party.

Found a detergent pod with
what I assume is heroin inside,

a blackened spoon, and a lighter
in a sunglasses case,

and a syringe
on the floorboard.

You find an injection mark?

Uh, yeah. In the
crook of his right arm.

Ferg. Why don't
you give me a hand?

We'll lay him out
on the ground.

Okay, now...

You recognize him?

Maybe.

Not sure from where.

[Vic] His name's Joey Takoda.

Looks like he lives on the Res.

I'll call Mathias.

See if he knows anything.

Hey, Walt.

You're gonna want
to see this.

That's quite the arsenal.

That's interesting.

You want me to find a ball
so we can play catch?

Well, if this
is Joey Takoda's glove...

means he's right-handed.

If you're right-handed, do you
inject your left or right arm?

- Left.
- Left.

So why is he shooting up
into his right arm?

Maybe somebody else
injected him.

What are you two doing?

Looking for more
needle marks.

Sometimes users shoot up
between their toes

to hide
the injection marks.

So far, he's just got
the one injection mark

in his right arm, so...

No marks on this foot.

This one's clean, too.

Which makes me think...

Joey wasn't a user.

Then what was he?

[Malachi] Well, now.

Looky here.

Tickle his toes all you want,
Victoria.

I don't think
he's gonna wake up.

[laughs]

And there he is.

Red Pony's own
cigar store Indian.

[chuckles]

Let's make sure we get plenty
of pictures of everything.

We need to get the victim's car
to the shed for prints.

And let's send that syringe
to the lab in Cheyenne.

Okay.

[trunk lid closes]

[sighs]

[keyboard keys clacking]

So, did you call the sheriff
like I suggested?

Walt is at
the Red Pony now.

Which he has already deduced
to be a murder scene.

So the scumbag
was murdered.

Presumably, that's not a problem
for either of us.

Not until Walt
starts asking questions.

What do I tell him?

How about the truth?

That Joey Takoda
was a drug dealer

who got what
was coming to him.

But I already acted like
I did not know him.

Then don't say anything.

Who cares if Walt figures out
who killed some heroin dealer?

We both should care.

I torched Joey's entire stash,

and when I did,
he was scared for his life.

Clearly, he had
good reason to be.

I think whoever killed him
may be coming after Hector next.

Why?

Days after
I burn Joey's drugs,

he shows up dead
in my parking lot.

Coincidence?

I'm the only one
who knows you're Hector.

And even if someone else
did know,

how would they guess
that Hector was the one

that burned up that heroin?

Maybe because I spray-painted
"Hector Lives" across the house.

Well, that was stupid.

I never intended to be
a criminal mastermind.

And now we have a problem.

I am sure that Walt

will go to Joey Takoda's house
to investigate,

but we might be able
to paint over Hector's name

before he does.

Maybe.

[intercom buzzes]

[Woman] Mathias, Sheriff
Longmire's here to see you.

Or maybe not.

[Vic] Hey. So I got the
coroner's initial results back.

Hey, uh, so,
what did he say?

Joey Takoda died
from respiratory failure

and cardiac arrest
due to a large dose of heroin.

- Was he a user?
- Can't tell yet.

But the coroner couldn't find any
more injection marks on his body,

so he's gonna do
a more thorough autopsy.

He probably wants
to look at the lungs.

Oxygen deprivation
damages the tissue.

It's a telltale sign
of long-term abuse.

It's so cool
that you know that.

What'd you find out
in your questioning?

Yeah.
Uh, so, um...

there's no evidence of any bad
batches of heroin making the rounds,

but there has been
a significant uptick

in, uh, heroin overdoses.

Heroin's exploded
over the last couple months.

It's a rare shift
not to have a few heroin cases

coming through the E.R.

It's not just here.
It's small towns everywhere.

[chuckles]

Awesome.
Ferg, let's go.

So, I sent the syringe
off to the lab in Cheyenne,

but we're not gonna get
the results back for a while.

Oh, shoot.

I think I left my phone
back there.

I'll be right back.

Excuse me, sir.

Can I ask you a question
you might be able to answer?

I'll try.

What's wrong
with my black water hose?

Black hose.

I have
absolutely no idea.

Hey.

Did you forget something?

I did.

[sighs]

I appreciate you letting me
search the victim's house.

You know anything
about him?

[Mathias]
Well, by the looks of things,

I'm thinking
he didn't have a girlfriend.

Have any enemies?

Yeah. Me.

Why's that?

I arrested this asshole
three separate times

for dealing drugs
on the Res.

But I couldn't hold him.

All I was allowed to do was
charge him with a misdemeanor.

Well, it looks like he died
of a heroin overdose.

- Do you know if he used?
- No idea.

Do you know everyone
who's using hard drugs

in your jurisdiction?

Well, there's, um...

no needles...

no pipes, no bent spoons
anywhere in this place.

No track marks
on his body.

It's odd for a non-user to die
of an overdose, don't you think?

Honestly, I don't care.

All I know is that
there's one less person

peddling drugs on my land.

But if you're so concerned

about solving the lonesome death
of Joey Takoda,

why don't we head back
to the station

so I can give you my files
on him?

Thanks.
We'll do that.

Looks like
I have a suspect.

Hector doesn't kill.

The real Hector
didn't kill.

I'm not so sure
this new Hector

has the same kind
of self-control.

And as much
as I understand

how the law works
against your people,

I just can't
look the other way

if Hector killed someone
in my county.

[sighs]

Well, whoever
this Hector is,

I'm not gonna play any part
in helping you arrest him.

You've investigated
the victim's house.

- Favor's finished.
- That's fine.

Now I know
what I'm looking for.

Pain in the butt.

You guys look like
a couple of pros.

If I'm gonna be
in sportsman country,

I'm gonna be a sportsman.

Not a tourist.

I, uh... understand that
you might be a little upset.

So you got my message?

Message?

Oh, the-- the kid
in the parking lot. Joey?

Um, it's a little excessive,
don't you think?

He lost $10,000 worth
of product.

What do you expect?
Time-out chair?

Well, could have been
some kind of mistake.

How does a kid go and lose
that much heroin?

He didn't lose it.

He said some guy named Hector
burned it up.

Well, then,
why didn't you kill Hector?

We couldn't find him.

But we found the kid.

Turns out he couldn't
reimburse our losses,

-I see.

Well--

Careful now, Wahoo.

Always.

I've got a little over
two grand on me.

[chuckles lightly]

I'll give you two weeks
to come up with the rest,

plus 20% interest.

You do know that I can, uh,
get you something much better.

Like what?

Like the head
of Hector himself.

You mean instead
of the remaining eight grand?

Yes.

Plus, uh... going forward,

I want another 5% on everything
you run through the casino--

that's drugs, whores,
everything.

If this Hector is still, uh,
lurking around,

he'll at least be that much
of a drag on your business.

So, if we, uh,
if we move him out,

everybody wins.

And there won't be anybody here
to match you.

Except maybe you,
old-timer.

I've run into
your kind before.

Yeah? Where?

Belfast.

So, is it a deal?

You're still breathing,
aren't you?

Do you know this man?

Probably not.

His name's Joey Takoda.

Have you heard anything
about him?

Yeah, I heard that
you were looking for him.

[Bob]
Knock it off, Billy.

You owe the sheriff.
Now answer him honestly.

Honestly, the sheriff
can kiss my ass.

Now you can talk to me
like that, but not him.

He deserves your respect.

Now look at this picture
and tell him--

You tell Walt if you've seen
this man before or not.

I know you got some connection
to him.

I found the same heroin pod in
your pocket that I found on him.

All right.

All right.

He's a Res guy.
He's a dealer.

Anything else?

Yeah. If he knew
I was talking about him,

he'd probably show up
at my door

with a baseball bat
and a .30-06.

Joey's dead, Billy.

Did he have trouble
with anyone?

Anybody ever talk about...
sending Hector after him?

Look, I don't know anything
about Hector,

but there was a girl
who tried to get me

to steal a bunch of smack
off of Joey,

which I refused to do
because I'm not an idiot.

You think she may have recruited
somebody else to rip him off?

Yeah, that was her plan.

Is she Cheyenne?
Could she have sent Hector?

No, she's not Native.

But she is persuasive.

- Her name's Jule.
- Jule what?

I don't know. It's not like
we spent a lot of time talking.

Is this Jule the same girl

that we found you with
this morning?

I was with somebody
this morning?

[paper rustles]

One last question, Billy.

Have you ever run into anybody
wearing a black hood

and a red sash
around their neck

out at that party site
or on the Res?

No.

I think even I'd remember
seeing something like that.

Walt wants us to go through
mug shots and arrest records.

We're looking for
a woman named Jule

as a possible
murder suspect.

- Jule what?
- Don't know.

Walt says she's a known
heroin user,

probably in her mid-20s.

[sighs] Okay.

"Jule” could be short
for Julia, Juliana...

You know, we should
call the high school

and have them send over
their most recent yearbooks.

The last time heroin swept
through Philly,

it hit the good kids
as hard as it hit the bad.

I saw cheerleading
honor students O.D. at 17.

Since heroin
is new to Durant,

this Jule probably doesn't
have a record yet.

Any hits on Jule?

No, you just called from
the road like a minute ago.

What you looking for?

Well, Ferg and Zach, uh,
put together a list

of possible Hectors
a while back, so...

Yeah.
It's in my desk.

[Ferg] Think there's a Jule
or a Julie on it?

No, but, uh,
it's possible this new Hector

could be another suspect
in this murder.

I found "Hector Lives"

spray-painted
at the victim's house.

Here's the list
with the names on it.

Zach checked into
most of them.

Yeah. Zach.

Do you remember what he said

the last time we were
looking for Hector?

"A badge and a gun
doesn't make you flawless."

- Yeah.
- Well, it wasn't too long ago

that you thought that he was
the one that shot Walt,

so going by that logic...

You think that Zach
is Hector?

Just saying that-- that
the dead guy is a drug dealer.

We can't rule out the idea

that the killer
has a badge and a gun.

Zach doesn't have a badge
anymore.

Does he have a gun?

I-I know
what I said before,

but I really think Zach
just wanted to help people.

Yeah, I'm sure that's what
the new Hector

thinks he's doing, too.

I just feel like
we shouldn't discount people

because we feel like
we know them.

Especially if they're
feeling powerless.

No.

We shouldn't.

[bag crinkles]

Fellas.

I'm guessing
you may have missed out

investing in Apple
and Google stock.

So allow me to introduce
a genuine business opportunity.

What opportunity
is that, boss?

Early retirement
with a big, fat bank account.

And all you have to do is--
is bring Hector to me.

Dead or alive.

Hector's already dead.

Everyone knows that.

He's just
a ghost story now.

No way.
I saw him.

Or I almost did.

Anyway, he's alive
and very real.

As fascinating as this
philosophical debate may be,

somebody's sticking their hand
in our business

and signing it "Hector."

Now, this has got to stop.

Okay. We'll keep
our eyes open.

You'll keep your eyes open?

This isn't a bunch of Indians
sitting around type of deal.

This is "Get off your asses
or else” type of deal.

I can't do it.

What was that?

I'm sorry.

Hector's a spirit,

a descendant
of the Dog Soldiers.

I can't do it.

[sighs]
So you're saying

you're more afraid of Hector
than you are of me.

I'm saying if Hector is really
speaking for our ancestors--

[gunshot]

[gasping]

Well... if Hector
really is a spirit,

you tell him hello for me.

And let him know
that I'm coming for him.

[gasping]

Anyone else have any more issues
they want to settle?

Good.

[Walt] Henry.

Walt.

- Malachi's put fish on the menu?
- No.

A couple of tourists asked me
to cook their fresh catch.

So, uh...

...the man you found today
was actually murdered.

Turns out he was dealing
on the Res.

And "Hector Lives"

was spray-painted
on the side of his house.

Which makes me think
that Hector

may have had something to do
with this murder, so...

I need to ask you something
about this new Hector.

Fire away.

Is Hector...

actually... Mathias?

Mathias.

What makes you think
he has become a vigilante?

Mathias tried to arrest Joey
for dealing,

but he could never
hold him.

So he was frustrated.

Just like he was when he
couldn't arrest Gab's rapist.

Now, becoming Hector
would get him around all that.

Mathias is not the only person
who is frustrated

by the limits
of reservation law.

No.

But Mathias
is the only person

to come to me with notes taken
from Hector's jar.

Now, one of those notes called
for the death of Gab's rapist.

Mathias claimed that he
intercepted those notes,

but if he did, how would Hector
know to show up at the bonfire

unless Hector is Mathias?

[sighs]

You said you found
"Hector Lives" graffiti

-at the victim's house?
- I did.

And Mathias tried to keep me
from finding it.

But the body was found here
in the parking lot.

If it was Hector
that killed him,

why not write "Hector Lives"
on the car

or on the side
of the Red Pony?

Why do it all the way back
at the victim's house?

I don't know.

Is it possible that this murder
is unrelated to Hector?

Either way, this new Hector
needs to be stopped.

Okay.

But given
all the... attention

focused on you
with your civil suit,

you should probably rule out
all other suspects

before you make an accusation
that serious.

[fish sizzling]

So, what abuse of authority
is on the menu today?

Harassment?
Entrapment?

I'm actually investigating
a murder,

so if you'll excuse me.

My son is not a murderer.

- Where are you going?!
- To talk to your son.

[Vic] Hey, Travis!
Are you up yet?

I Vic?
s that you?!

Uh, yeah.
Of course I'm up.

Um... what are you doing here?

I need
to ask you something.

Uh, yeah, sure.

The-- The door's unlocked.

Nope.
Not this time, missy.

Um...

your mommy
won't let me in.

Mom!

Answer the question
through the door, Travis.

[sighs]

Um...

Do you recognize
that guy?

I don't think so.
Who is he?

His name's Joey Takoda.

He's a drug dealer that was
found murdered at the Red Pony.

I was thinking maybe you'd seen
him there, at the casino?

I don't recognize him.

What about
a girl named Jule?

- You ever run into her?
- The singer?

Oh, I wish he would meet someone
like that instead of--

Mom. Damn it!

I think I can handle this.

Of course
you think you can.

But I'll be watching.

I see everything.

I'm sorry. Um...

I don't think
I know any Jule.

I'm sorry. I-l wish--
I wish I could help you.

Um... you might
still be able to.

Yeah?

You used to have
a trailer home, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

What the hell is wrong
with my black water hose?

[knock on door]

Come in!

I got your message.
What did Walt say?

Walt thinks Hector murdered
the heroin dealer.

Well, we knew
that would happen.

And he thinks
Hector is you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Me?

Shit.

Well put.

So, what's Walt
gonna do now?

[Henry]
I imagine he will keep digging

until he proves his theory.

But...

if we can get Walt off the idea
that Hector is a killer,

he might stop.

He'll still
be suspicious of me.

And that'll put him
awfully close

to discovering the truth
about you.

Well, then maybe we should start
with the truth about me.

Walt needs to realize
that all that Hector did

is burn
Joey Takoda's drugs.

Well, how are you
gonna manage that?

Very carefully.

And with your help.
[grunts]

How are you
feeling, Billy?

Like warmed-over shit.

My deputies have, uh,
put together some pictures.

Are any of these women
the Jule

that wanted your help
ripping off Joey Takoda?

[sniffs]

Man, I don't know.

I just see her at parties.

She'd show up
whenever I scored dope.

Uh...

I think that's her.

There.

Well, she's changed,

but I think that's who
you were with yesterday.

Is that--
Is that a yearbook photo?

It is. Junior year.

How many years ago?

Last year.

So Jule would be 18,
at most.

18.

Shit.

[exhales sharply]

[Vic] All right, ma'am.
I understand.

Can you at least tell me
where to find Jule?

[keyboard keys clacking]

And do she and her grannie
share the same last name?

Hello?

Hello?

[thudding]

[sighs]

Any progress?

Oh, I don't know.

Does completely solving
your entire damn problem

count as progress?

Are you serious?

You fixed it?
How?

Good ol' American
stick-to-it-iveness and ingenuity.

Also, uh...

I went up
to the hardware store.

Your-- Your adapter--
well, it was all busted.

It turns out the, uh, male end
and the female end

weren't exactly,
uh, simpatico.

I guess I have intuition when
it comes to stuff like that.

So, um, you're welcome.

How about you?

Any luck on your--
your Jule search?

Uh, all Jule's mom
would tell me

was that after she kicked
her daughter out of the house,

Jule moved in with
her Grannie Ethel.

[tool thuds]

What is it?

Um...

Lot 64.

Yesterday, I heard about...
an Ethel and her granddaughter,

and they live on Lot 64.

Oh, Walter.

There you are.

Bob Barnes just called,

and they're kicking Billy
out of the rehab facility.

Kicking him out?
What for?

Well, Bob can't afford it.

I've been calling around
to see if the state facilities

can take him,
but they've all got wait lists.

I remember
what a sweet little boy he was.

Do you know anybody
with some pull

that could maybe help him
get moved up the list?

Actually, I do.

[clears throat]

[Ethel]
Can I help you, hon?

Yeah, I'm Deputy Moretti
from the sheriff's department.

Oh, did you find
my Social Security check?

Well, my granddaughter called
you about it last week.

No, ma'am. I'm sorry.

- We haven't found it yet.
- Oh.

But I am looking
for your granddaughter.

- Jule, is it?
- Juliette.

Well, I think
she's in the bathroom.

I hear the water running.

She'll just be a minute.
Come on in!

Thank you.

Come on in.

I'll just check and see
if she's out of the shower.

Okay.

Juliette,
someone is here to see you.

[knock on door]

I'm sure
she'll be right out.

Can I get you
a ginger ale?

- Uh, yes, please.
- Okay.

Have a seat.

[Travis] Hey.

Jule!

Can we-- Can we talk?

No.

- Hey!
- No!

Hey! Come back!
Stop!

- No!
- Citizen's arrest!

So does your granddaughter
live here with you?

Yes. Uh-huh.
But I barely see her anymore.

She's a very busy
young woman.

Halt in the name of the Absaroka
County Sheriff's Department!

[Ethel]
With her job and her friends,

we always called her
our overachiever.

[chuckles]

Get away from me!
[grunts]

Get away! Agh!
Get away from me!

- Calm down.
-[screams]

You know,
she's been in there a while.

Do you mind
if I go check on her?

Well, I-- I suppose
that's fine.

Okay. Thank you.

[knock on door]

[Jule screams]
Let me go, you asshole!

I really hope this is the girl
you're looking for.

- Let me go!
- Just chill out!

[Jule groans]

[Walt sighs]

Do you know this man?

Nope.

[Walt] Really?

I heard that he was
your heroin dealer.

And you were planning
on robbing him.

[chuckles]
Sounds like junkie talk to me.

Drop the attitude, Jule.
We know Joey's dead.

We're investigating
his murder, okay?

And the junkie talk
that we're hearing

is more than enough to make you
our primary suspect.

Well, I didn't kill him,

and I wasn't planning
on robbing him, either.

I was just planning
on getting what was mine.

He owed me.

What'd he owe you?

Money?

Let's say, hypothetically,
a girl needed medicine.

But that girl
has no money.

So, hypothetically,

this girl becomes
really friendly

with the guy with [chuckling]
a lot of medicine

so she could get more.

You slept with a drug dealer
for heroin?

Yeah. It's not
actually something

you would put
in your annual Christmas letter.

But, yeah, I did.

[Walt]
You said that Joey owed you.

Did something go wrong
with your arrangement?

You could say that.

[sighs]

We were at Joey's,
the usual arrangement.

After we'd spend some time
together,

he was gonna hook me up.

But we got interrupted.

By who?

I don't know.

This... redheaded dude.

I didn't get a name,

but [chuckles]
Joey was scared of him.

Anyway, this redhead
told Joey

that he was short 100 bucks
this week

and that if it happened again,
he'd get "emotional."

After that, Joey refused to
give me any more from his stash

after I'd completely satisfied
my end of the deal.

So, did you get someone
to help you rob Joey?

I didn't rob Joey.

I didn't need to.

I found another way
to score.

You find someone else
to sleep with?

Grannie Ethel always said
I was a very clever girl.

Hello!

Got a Meat Lovers,
half-order of garlic knots!

[sighs]

[engine starts]

[screaming]

Brought over those files
on Joey Takoda I mentioned.

Thanks.
[clears throat]

Take a seat.

In your many run-ins
with Joey,

did you ever encounter
a redheaded man?

No. Why?

Because a redheaded man

seems to have been
Joey's heroin supplier.

He also threatened his life
when he was short on a payment.

Does that mean you're off
your Hector theory?

Is that why
you're really here?

To see if I'm off
my Hector theory?

[knock on door, door opens]

Walter, excuse me.

Jamie DeBell
is on line one.

- What does he want?
- I couldn't tell.

He was hyperventilating.

[panting]

He s-- He said his name
was Hector.

He held me up
and then took my car.

- Who would want to steal my car?
- Nobody.

Found it down the road.

[groans]

So, what'd this Hector
look like?

I don't know.

He had a black hood
covering his face

and a red string
around his neck.

Which honestly seemed like
kind of a safety hazard.

How tall was Hector?

He was tall.
About as tall as you.

- Hector again?
- Sounds like it.

- Did he say anything to you?
- Yeah.

Said I was spreading poison
on the reservation.

Then he took my merchandise
and burned it.

- What kind of merchandise?
- Tell him.

I'm a...
cannabis enthusiast.

So Hector
burned your pot?

He said, "You stay on your land,
I'll stay on mine."

I told him,
"You got a deal.”

If Hector's going around
destroying drugs,

maybe he just burned
Joey Takoda's stash.

Well, like I said,
Hector doesn't kill.

I noticed a burn barrel
in Joey's backyard.

You should go back and check
for heroin residue.

You ever run
into a redheaded heroin dealer?

Yeah, actually.
H-How did you know?

He offered me a job
dealing heroin.

I turned him down 'cause
I-l don't do the hard stuff.

Too much stress
makes me nauseous.

You get his name
or anything?

I got a business card.

There's no name,
but a number.

So you've kept it?

I didn't want to litter.

I need you
to call him back.

Tell him you've changed
your mind.

You want to meet.

I assume that's preferable
to a drug dealing arrest.

I thought you and I had...
an arrangement.

[Mathias]
But you and I don't,

and this is my jurisdiction.

Your grandmother
thought I was visiting her

about a lost
Social Security check.

She said that you'd
reported it missing.

But I checked.

You didn't report it.

Because you're the one
that stole it, aren't you?

Yeah.

I stole my own grandmother's
Social Security check

so I could go and get high.

And I've always been
her favorite one.

Have you stolen any more
from her?

No. No.

I found that having sex
with a drug dealer

was easier to live with
than stealing from her.

[clears throat]

Come on.

I'll walk you in.

Juliette.
You okay?

You know,
she's actually, uh--

She's more than okay.

She just helped us
with an important investigation.

And that actually
entitles her...

to a reward.

[clears throat]

But your granddaughter here--

she wanted me to make
the reward check out to you

because she thought
that that might help you

with the loss of your
Social Security check.

Thank you.

And thank you,
my precious Juliette.

W-Why wouldn't he meet
at the location we suggested?

Why's he got to meet out here?
What's it mean?

Jamie. Jamie.
You need to relax.

All you got to do is get
the heroin and leave.

- We'll take care of the rest, okay?
- Okay.

Um, I'm guessing you want me
to record the conversation?

That would help.

Okay. Here.

You-- You need
me wired up, right?

Uh, just hit record...

and you're wired.

And while you're at it, see if
he'll give you any syringes.

The victim had a large
yellow syringe on him.

I was just at the hospital
with Travis,

and they use
different syringes.

So if this redhead
has a yellow one,

that could connect him
to the murder.

Murder? You-- You didn't
say anything about a murder.

Is that who I'm gonna meet?
A killer?

Jamie. Jamie.
Come here. Come here.

Now, you were very good to
my wife during a difficult time.

I don't forget that.

I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay. [sighs]

[engine starts]

You sure we have
enough evidence

to convict this guy
of the murder?

If we don't, at least we can
get him for selling heroin.

So, are we in the clear?

[Mathias]
You are a criminal mastermind.

Walt seems to be off Hector
as a murder suspect.

And off me as Hector.

Good.

Now we just have to keep him
off of me.

[cellphone beeps]

Looking for something?

Yeah. Hector.

[bottles clink]

He does not seem
to be here.

Yeah, I know.
But he's been here.

I've seen "Hector Lives"
graffiti in here before.

If you hear any Hector rumors,
let me know and I'll cut you in.

On what?

The bounty
on Hector's head.

Remember me?
We just talked.

I'm here for my supply.

I-I'm, uh, pretty excited
about--

I mean, it's a real
gr-growth opportunity for me.

It may take me a while
to-- to move the heroin, though.

A lot of my regulars don't--
don't use it.

Just don't come up short.

First time you're short,
you get a warning.

The second time...
l get emotional.

It's in there.

Oh.

Okay I take
some of these?

Knock yourself out.

[Ferg] Hands up!

Down on the ground.

On the ground.

Kiss my ass,
you filthy pig!

[grunting]

[Ferg] You're under arrest...

for possession
and intent to distribute!

Get away from the water!

Easy!

Easy, Sheriff.

You got nothing
on me, pig!

Easy there, Pacino.

Don't oversell it.

Is there some kind
of problem here?

Not if you come over here
right now.

All right. Yeah.
I got it.

On your knees.

Whoa, now.
That hurts.

Yeah.
That's the idea.

Come on.

My dad loved his Westerns.

"Ride The High Country,”
"Pale Rider,"

"Fistful of Dollars.”

He loved all that redneck shit.

So, that deer up there.

Did you kill that thing
yourself?

What about you, Eddie?

Did you kill this man?

I-- 1 don't know
what you're talking about.

So, there's what,
just you and that deputy here?

[imitates gun firing]

[chuckles]

Or are there others out there
wrangling up steers somewhere?

Mr. Harp, I don't think you're
understanding the situation.

This man was drugged and killed
with a heroin overdose

from a large
yellow syringe,

which matches the drugs
and syringe

that we just found on you.

Nah, nah.

I think the guy
that you got in your cell

had the heroin
and syringes on him.

I was just out there fishing
when he offered me the drugs.

Yeah. I turned him
down, of course.

The guy in my cell got the drugs
from your creel.

No, no, no. Hold on.
Y-You found drugs in my creel?

No. 'Cause you kicked it over
into the river.

I'm not too sure
that I agree

with your version
of events, Sheriff.

I'm not too sure
a judge will, either.

You know, that-- that Bronco--
that's your official police car?

That is awesome.

Oh, wait. No. Wait a minute.
I get it.

[laughing] It's a Bronco!

You're a cowboy and [laughing]
that's your horse.

Yes.

You really think a judge
is gonna believe

your version of events?

I guess it just depends on what
you can cook up against me.

Oh, sweet.

A "WANTED" poster.

Cowboy Bill.

The bank robber.

Can I keep that?

Hot damn.
Look at that cell.

There better be a harmonica
waiting for me in there.

You're next, tough guy.

Come on.

That way.

Let's go.

Guys, I-I'm sorry if I laid it
on a little th-thick out there.

Truly, I respect you.

I just don't want that guy

to think that I'm in
on any of this.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't.

- So, did he confess?
- No.

No, he insisted
Jamie had the drugs

on him the entire time.

Which doesn't matter,

since we have the
transaction on tape.

[Ferg] Yeah. About that.

I just listened
to the recording.

[water rushing]

Now we know why he wanted
to meet Jamie by the creek.

Can't make out a thing
they're saying.

[knock on door, door opens]

[Vic] Hey.

I just got off the phone
with the FBI.

- What do they want?
- Eddie Harp.

Soon as I punched his name
into the database,

I got a phone call
from an FBI agent

saying they wanted to pick him
and transport him to Montana

to question him in an ongoing
federal investigation.

Look.

I don't like the FBI being
involved any more than you do,

but maybe they've got more
on this guy than we've got.

And it's never a bad idea

to get a drug dealer
out of the county.

- No offense, of course.
- Oh, none taken.

Vic, um, tell the FBI
they can have Harp,

but I'd prefer
to transport suspects myself.

Walter!
Donna just called.

She's found another clinic
for Billy Barnes.

If you can get him there
within the hour.

[Ferg] Walt.
You should go help Billy.

I can drive Harp
out to the feds.

The landscape out here
is stunning.

It really is.

The depth of color,
the scale of it all.

Not to mention
that John Ford sky.

Yep.

We like it here.

[Eddie] That's it.

I've made up my mind.

I've been threatening to take up
watercolors for years,

but I'm gonna do it now.

Get myself some nice brushes,
an easel.

What do you think?

I think...

having a hobby like painting

might help pass the time
in prison.

[tires squeal]

That's weird.

What's going on?

[laughing] Who knows?

It's like the Wild West
out here, ain't it?

My dad
would love this.

Pure Peckinpah.

It's like they're
cutting you off at the pass.

[guns cocking]

[automatic gunfire]