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[ Western music plays ]

Vic: Travis!

Travis?

- Hey.

I feel like
I'm eating for 10.

What do you have
for breakfast?

Um...

I-I don't know. Uh...

You are no better
than I am.

Hey, uh...folic acid.

Thank you, but I need calories,
or I'm gonna pass out.

Oh, well,
y-you don't want that.

Th-These are, uh -- These --
These are full of sugar.

Um...how about
one of these?

You look, uh,
really nice today.

Thank you.

It's the only thing
left that fits me,

and I am sure
in the next two weeks,

I won't even be able
to get into this one.

You know why you're
hungry all the time?

You're not getting
enough iron.

Um, why don't you, uh,
come by tonight,

and I'll -- I'll cook us up
a steak dinner?

Okay.

Shit.
I am late for court.

Oh. Uh...

7:007?

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Western music plays ]

[ Keys jingle ]

Walt?

Hey.

What? You've seen me
dressed up before.

I'm the one
who should be gawking.

I didn't even know
you owned a suit.

Oh, yeah.

Um, you didn't need

to be here for me today.

This is just jury selection.

Oh. Um...I'm not,
actually, here for you.

Uh, the D.A. is bringing
murder charges

against Chance Gilbert,
SO...

When did that happen?

Recently.

I guess they found
new information

or new evidence
against him.

Okay.

I guess if you're here,
you helped them find it.

If Chance wants to be
on death row, I say send him.

Is there a reason you didn't
tell me about this?

Yeah. Sometimes it's --

Sometimes it's hard
to tell you things.

[ Clears throat ]

No. No. No. No.

What have I said about
you two being seen together?

We don't want
potential jurors

thinking you're still...
going at it.

- We never were.
- Vic's my deputy.

It doesn't matter!

I don't want anything
going wrong today.

Okay.

Good luck.

He'll need it.

We win or lose this case

depending on who
gets selected today.

Good morning, fellow citizens.

You are here for voir dire
in the case of

the Connally Estate
vs. Walter Longmire,

which is basically
a fancy way of saying

we're choosing the jury.

Now, my name is Judge Drood,

which rhymes with "screwed,”

which you'll be
if I catch any of you

trying to weasel out
of your civic duty.

Now, for today's proceedings,

you'll be
in the very capable hands

of attorney for the plaintiff
Mr. Tucker Baggett.

And for the defense,
we have Mr. Milgrom.

But first,
a few general questions.

How many of you are familiar
with Sheriff Walt Longmire?

Whoa. My goodness.

Ah, you're one
popular guy, Sheriff.

Well, let me rephrase that.

How many of you have had
a run-in with Sheriff Longmire?

Oh, boy.

Hmm.

Your Honor,
can I say something?

Oh, go right ahead, sir.

"Sir"? [chuckles]

Please -- call me Trey.

As someone who's been a victim
of abuse at the hands

of law enforcement,
I'm psyched to finally see

the wheels of justice turning.

And I'm honored to be
part of their lubrication.

Your Honor, is this voir dire or
auditions for "12 Angry Men"?

L, for one,
appreciate civic engagement

from our youth, Counselor.

Don't you?

[ Quietly ]
This is gonna be a long day.

Judge Mayhew: Counselor,
your client has pleaded

not guilty
to criminal possession

of a Schedule 11
controlled substance,

and you've requested
he be released on bond.

[ Papers rustling ]

Deputy Moretti?

I don't see Chance.
Am I late?

Uh, no. He's serving
as his own counsel,

so the judge
scheduled him last.

You don't have to be here,
you know?

No, I-l know.

Chance is just gonna waive
his rights and enter his plea.

It'll take five minutes.

It's important
for me to see this.

I understand.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Oh, wow. Didn't take long
behind bars to break him, huh?

Juror Number 12, welcome.

Now, it says
in your questionnaire

that you're a plumber.

Sam: That's right.

So, let me
ask you this, then.

Um, if you were renovating
a house and you found

a rusted pipe behind a wall,
would you feel it your duty

to disclose that
to the homeowner?

Sure. It could bust
and cause a lot of damage.

Good. So, honesty
and transparency

are important to you?

Objection, Your Honor.

To which?
Honesty or transparency?

Your Honor, I'm merely
asking this juror

his opinion of home maintenance.

Should a rotted fixture
be removed?

He's making
thinly veiled accusations

against my client
and leading the juror.

Your Honor, I believe our
Native American friends here

can think for themselves,
but if Mr. Milgrom believes

otherwise, why,
I'll -- I'll withdraw.

Judge Drood:
Thank you, Mr. Baggett.

Now, Mr. Milgrom, any questions?

That juror's lying
about not knowing me.

Ask him if I've ever
accused him of being Hector.

Let's...not
get into that.

Juror Number 12,
who employs you?

Lots of people.
I'm an independent contractor.

You ever worked
for Jacob Nighthorse?

Sure.

Mr. Nighthorse will be
called by the prosecution

to testify
against my client.

You really think you can be
impartial to his testimony?

I do.

Uh-huh.

You know, I-I-I noticed you
didn't raise your hand earlier.

You don"t know
Sheriff Longmire?

Can anyone ever really know
another man's soul?

Let me phrase
that another way.

You ever have a run-in
with the sheriff?

I've never
been arrested.

Dave.

Ask him if he was ever drugged
or kidnapped by Branch Connally.

Mr. Milgrom,
it's time to move on.

Um, opposing counsel
was granted

substantially more time
with these jurors.

Mr. Baggett didn't waste time
whispering to his client.

Let's take
a 15-minute break,

come back and make
some decisions, please.

[ Gavel bangs ]

[ Handcuffs click ]

[ Groans ]

Judge Mayhew: Ah.
Here we are again, Mr. Gilbert.

Let's make this quick.

In the case of
Wyoming vs. Chance Gilbert,

do both parties agree
to waiving the reading

of the formal charges?

We do, Your Honor.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

I would like to hear the charges

that are leveled against me.

Mr. Gilbert, an arraignment
is to be gotten through

as quickly and painlessly
as possible.

You will have ample time
to pontificate at your trial.

I appreciate that, Your Honor,
but nevertheless,

I would like
to hear the charges.

Chance Gilbert,
you are charged with murder

in the first degree for
the death of Matthew Coates.

Because Mr. Coates
was a census taker

in the employ
of the federal government,

you are subject to
a 20-year enhancement.

Add to that another
enhancement for the use

of a firearm during
and in the furtherance of --

Should I really go on,
Mr. Gilbert?

There are 15 pages here.

I suppose I heard enough.

Those are serious charges,
Your Honor.

Yes, they are.

And if you're found guilty,

you could be facing
the death penalty.

Would that be by lethal
injection or a firing squad?

I hear you're bringing them
back here in Wyoming.

Whatever floats your boat,
Mr. Gilbert.

Now, might I bother you
for a plea?

I am an honorable man

who takes responsibility
for his actions.

I plead...

guilty.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Dave: We've only got one
peremptory challenge left.

It's between Number 3
and Number 12.

Number 3 is
a small-time drug dealer

who'd sell out
his own grandmother.

But Number 12, Sam Poteet --
he's hiding something.

You think he's here
as a spy for Nighthorse?

I wouldn't
put it past him.

Only you can know
which man hates you more.

Yeah.

We should strike
Sam Poteet.

Okay.

I need a coffee.

You sure about that?

[ Sighs ] Funny.

[ Sighs ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Sheriff Longmire.

Would you mind if I said
goodbye to an old friend?

Make it quick.

Thank you.

Sheriff.

[ Chuckles ]

Look at us --
two prisoners of conscience,

both at the mercy
of a system that will

never, ever understand us.

Where are they taking you?

Um, death row.

So you're committing suicide
by the U.S. Justice system?

Yeah. Fortunately,
I found someone to help me

when you didn't.

You see, there's still
a few people left in this world

who are willing to aid
a man of principles.

[ Laughs ]

Honor -- it's a funny thing,
don't you think? Honor?

Sometimes it tells you
to stand up and fight,

and sometimes it tells you
it's time to go.

Rudolph: Speaking of that,
get up. Let's go.

Tucker: The guarantee of a fair
trial by a group of one's peers

is what makes
this country great.

Rarely have I had the honor
to convene such a group

of thoughtful and patriotic men
and women such as yourselves.

You're good-looking, too.

[ Laughter ]

Your Honor, I believe this, uh,
jury selection is satisfactory.

Unless, of course,
Mr. Milgrom has an objection.

- I do.
- Well, of course you do.

We'd like to
strike Juror Number --

Just...a moment, Your Honor.

Why not?

I thought you said
Number 12 hates you.

Sam Poteet
is a White Warrior.

Whether I share
his principles or not,

at least he has them.

I'll take my chances
with that over a punk like Trey,

who couldn't even
spell "principles.”

Besides,
Sam's the only one

who didn't laugh
at Tucker's joke.

We'd like to use our remaining
challenge on Juror Number 3.

Aw, come on!

Juror Number 3,
you are excused.

[ Scoffs ] Man.

I still get paid, right?

Walt! Walt!

I need you.

It's Chance. Now.

-[ Gavel bangs ]
- Everybody keep your seats!

Everybody just
keep your seats!

Sit down, everybody!
Keep your seats!

Vic, what
the hell happened?

I don't know,
but it's bad.

Wait, wait.

Chance:
Stay down, little sheeple,

and no one will get hurt.

- Stay down!
- Get back!

Stay down, little sheeple!
Little sheeple, stay down!

No one's gonna get killed!

Sheriff.

Stay down!

Shit.
He's getting away.

Stay down!

There's another exit.
Come on.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

There he is!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Chance!

[ Panting ]

What the hell?

Chance?!

Chance?

Take them off. See your faces.
Off. Off. Come on.

Man: Hey!

Eubell: Rudy, you okay?
Come here.

Sit here.

What the hell happened?

That asshole dragged me into
the middle of all this.

Next thing I know,
I'm lying on the ground.

He must have cold-cocked me.

Did you see
where he went?

All I could see was legs.

[ Groans ]

Walt! Walt!
Over here.

Ferg, these men in gas masks --
find out who they are

and why they helped
Chance Gilbert escape.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Chance must have come through
here and ditched the mask.

Hey.

Let's get a look
at that security footage.

Sheriff's department!

Hello?
Sheriff's department.

[ Rock music playing on radio ]

Did a man in a gas mask
just come through here?

Yeah. He came in through the
front, left through the back.

And you didn't
think to stop him?

I was mid-ink.

We're gonna need to see your
security footage -- now.

[ Sighs ]

Yeah.

[ Music continues ]

Here you go.

[ Mouse clicks ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Whose motorcycle
is that?

I don't know.
Never seen it before.

The plates
have been removed.

Can you rewind,
please, to yesterday?

[ Sighs ]

[ Keys clacking ]

Great. Someone dropped
it off for him last night

when it was too dark for
the cameras to pick it up.

- Okay. Let's go. Thanks.
- Yeah.

We need to track down
Chance's family immediately.

They weren't
in court today.

Maybe 'cause they were
planning his escape.

I need you to call
the Federal Marshals.

Have them meet us
at Chance's compound.

I want roadblocks on every route
leading out of Absaroka.

Stop every motorcycle.
Search every car.

He might have
switched vehicles.

-[ Engine revs ]
- Cop: Stop there!

- Hands up! Hands up!
- Stay where you are!

- Remove your helmet!
- We need to scour

every inch of this county.

Chance Gilbert is not
getting out of Absaroka.

Marshal: All right, ready?
1, 2, 3.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

It doesn't look
like anyone's here!

- Clear! Clear! Clear! Clear!
- It's clear back here.

It's clear back here.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Marshal:
Come on. Come on. Come on.

-[ Dog barking ]
- Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.

- Come on. Come on.
- I'm here. I'm here.

- Check behind.
- You're covered.

Clear the vehicle.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Truck is clear.

Ruby: What do you mean,
they can't do it?

Yeah, I need
more coverage there.

Tell them to go south.

Yes, right now.

Roger.

Any luck?

- No.
- Which is why we should

still be out there looking.

Walt: The Marshals are
handling the foot search.

We can be more use here.

Why don't you call
the Tri-County jail,

uh, see who's been to visit
Chance since his last trial.

You mean besides me?

And me. Yeah.

Then set up an interview
with his cellmate.

Walt, you need
to see who was under

one of those gas masks.

So, Bob, how'd you
get mixed up in all this?

Like I told Ferg,
I-l answered a Craigslist ad.

It said to come for
a job interview at 1:00 P.M.

at the corner of
Court Street and Main.

And?

And it said to wear
a red bow tie, black suit...

and a gas mask.

That seemed
normal to you?

The ad said that
it would be a dangerous job,

but lucrative.

What do you think
that meant?

I don't know.

I wasn't too keen
on the -- the "dangerous” part,

but I haven't worked.

I haven't worked since
I got out of jail.

And Billy's -- Billy's
rehab bills are killing me.

I don't know.
I just --

The "lucrative” part
sounded good.

You ever seen this man?

No.

So, there's no job?

No.

I'm sorry, Bob.

Chance Gilbert here
used you all as a, um...

[ Snaps fingers ]

- Flash mob.
-...flash-mob distraction

to cover his escape, so...

[ Sighs ]

All right, Bob,
you can go.

[ Sighs ]

Bob, I bet you can still
return that suit.

Oh. Thanks.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Door closes ]

I left a message for
the warden at Tri-County.

His secretary says he's tied up
with the Feds, so...

All right.
Then let's talk to the guards.

I want to know how
Chance got that gun.

Rudolph and Eubell
are on the way.

Good. Meantime,
talk to the FBI.

Ask them to help you
get a subpoena for the, um --

the I.P. address of the computer
that posted the Craigslist ad.

On it.

It has been hours
since he got away.

We're losing the scent.

He could be halfway
to Canada by now.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Eubell: I'm okay, sweetheart.
I can't talk right now.

I'll call you later.
I love you, but I got to go.

-[ Cellphone beeps ]
- I'm so sorry.

My daughter saw me on the news.

My daughter
used to worry, too.

Uh...which of you
uncuffed Chance?

[ Clears throat ]

I did.

-[ Handcuffs click ]
- Hey, easy.

He had permission to wear
civilian clothes to court

since he was acting
as his own attorney.

Eubell: But he had to
get back in his jumpsuit

before he got on the bus
back to Tri-County.

You should feel right at home
in there, you piece of shit.

Yeah?

He spit on my hand.

I should have
knocked his damn head off.

So, what did you do?

Well, what could I do?
It's America.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

You try that one more time,

you won't need to wait
on death row, asshole.

Chance:
Watch your language, Officer.

Drop your gun
on the floor.

- Drop your gun!
-[ Gun clatters ]

Now, if you'll
excuse me, Officer.

He dragged Rudy out.

I just -- I-l couldn't
get off a clean shot.

Officer Rudolph,
that how you remember it?

Rudolph: I wish
I didn't remember it.

I mean, he disarmed me
in a bathroom.

It's humiliating.

I still can"t figure out
how he did it.

Well, Chance
is smarter than most.

Just catch that
son of a bitch, Sheriff.

Yeah.

[ Sighs ]

Well, whoever
helped Chance escape

needed him out of jail
to do it.

Walt.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

He must have wrapped
the gun in plastic

and submerged it
in the water.

That's how he likes
to hide his weapons.

How do you know that?

The gun he used
to kill the census worker

was wrapped
in plastic, duct-taped,

and hidden in the river
behind his compound.

Chance told me
where to find it.

Ah.

Is that how you got him
moved to death row?

No. [ Sighs ]

That's how I helped him
break out of prison.

I got him a new hearing

so he could escape
from the courthouse

with the help
of his creepy family.

God. How could I be so dumb?
I just --

Vic, nobody could
have seen that coming.

You did.

When Chance asked you
for help, you said no.

That's because I thought he'd
suffer more if he was locked up.

Why don't you get
a copy of the --

the footage from the security
camera in the hallway?

Maybe you'll recognize
one of Chance's family members

coming in to use
the bathroom.

Ah.

Little cramped in there?

Dave.
[ Clears throat ]

I just met with the judge.
I got us a temporary

postponement until
the fugitive's caught.

Thank you.

Catch him quickly,
and jurors might remember

how much you matter
to this town.

[ Exhales sharply ]

So, is this still
a crime scene, or can ll...

Oh, yeah.

I'll go, uh, check on
that camera footage.

Okay, so, you were
right about the coffee.

Vic: Tri-County just
sent over the file

on Chance's cellmate,
Hawk Robinson,

and the visitors logs.

The last time anyone
from the family saw Chance

was right after the original
verdict was read.

So, who visited?

Ida Gilbert, that crazy
bitch sister-in-law.

No one since then?

No. Just you and me.

Okay.

Why don't you
scroll through,

see if you recognize
any of Chance's family.

All I've seen are
prisoners and lawyers.

Okay. I'm gonna
take the hard drive home

-and do it from there.
- Vic, uh, wait.

Um, with Chance
on the loose,

I don't think
you should go home.

Chance isn't gonna
come after me.

I'm the idiot
who helped him escape.

You're also the person
that got him locked up

in the first place.

I'd just feel better
if you stayed here.

[ The Deslondes'
"Low Down Soul” plays ]

♪♪ I'm a low down soul ♪♪

♪♪ Out in a lonesome land ♪♪

♪♪ Just a low down soul ♪♪

♪♪ Out in a lonesome -- ♪♪

[ Music turns off ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Man: She's not here.

Hey. Can I help you?

- Let's go!
- Hey!

What the hell are you doing?!

-[ Engine starts ]
- Hey!

Hey!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Telephone rings ]

Sheriff's department.

Hey, Walt? It's Travis.

Uh, do you know where Vic is?

Yeah. She's right here.
Why?

Uh, somebody just broke
into her R.V.

and painted a bunch
of graffiti on the side --

in blood, I think.

What did they paint?

"He remembers your lies.”

What the hell
does that even mean?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

That sounds like Chance.

Wait. Chance Gilbert?

He's in jail.

No. He escaped
this morning.

Oh, shit.

Well, I'm following the
shitheels who did it right now.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

They -- They -- They
just pulled off a --

a forest road
off of Highway 16.

All right. They're stopped.

There's a whole bunch
of cabins here.

- I'm pulling over.
- What else can you see?

Is there a motorcycle?

Uh, yeah, there's a couple
that I can see from here.

- You want me to go in?
- No.

Wait there.
I'm on my way.

Okay.

Walt.

Don't bring Vic.

I didn't plan on it.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Vehicle approaching ]

[ Ignition chiming ]

[ Sighs ]

For a second,
I thought you brought Vic.

She let you
take her truck?

Well, she didn't say no.

So, uh,
what's the plan?

Well, I need to see
if Chance is in there.

If he is,
I'll call the Marshals.

And if he isn't, I don't
want to tip the family off.

He might be,
uh, on his way.

Let me do that.

My mom made me learn.

[ Clears throat ]

So, why are you
dressed like this?

To throw them off.

If I'm not back in 30 minutes,
you call Ferg.

He'll send in
the Marshals.

But under no circumstances
are you to follow me in.

You got a family
to think about.

[ Scoffs ]

I don't even know
that the baby's mine.

So it could be Eamonn"s?

Who's Eamonn?

- Nobody.
- No. Come on.

He was obviously somebody
at some point.

I need you
to focus, Travis.

I need you to keep
an eye out for me.

Right. Wait.

Walt, what happens when they
realize that it's you?

Let's hope they don't.

[ Rock music plays ]

[ Engine revving ]

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Pounding ]

Chance?

It's Chance!

[ Cheering ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Where's he going?

[ Crickets chirping ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Grunts ]

Why'd you turn around?

When I rode in,
they thought I was Chance,

so that means
he's not there.

I'm calling the Marshals in
to stake this place out.

You stay here
till they arrive.

You call me
if anything changes.

Where are you gonna go?

Back to work.

I know where Chance isn't.

I still don't know
where he is.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Man breathes heavily ]

[ Gasping ]

Chance: Victoria!

[ Crashing ]

[ Chain rattles ]

[ Gasping ]

Ah!

[ Clicks tongue ]

I thank you.

I couldn't have done this
without you, Victoria.

[ Screams ]

Walt!

Henry: He had to step out.

But he asked me
to stay with you.

Walt Longmire -- part sheriff,
part helicopter parent.

Vic, is everything all right?

Walt, Chance's family
is all over Facebook and Twitter

saying they saw him
last night.

They didn't.
Where's Vic?

I'm right here.
Where were you last night?

I got a lead I needed
to check out.

Yeah, so did I.
Ferg's FBI contact called.

That Craigslist ad was placed
by anonymous sneakmail.

They traced
the l.P. address back

to a computer
at Tri-County jail.

Warden: Prisoners aren't usually
allowed on the Internet.

A few highly supervised inmates
have limited access

if they're taking
vocational training.

Chance Gilbert
did not have that clearance.

Says here his cellmate,
Hawk, was taking GED classes.

Hawk's got the brain
God gave a pigeon.

He dropped out months ago.
No classes, no Internet.

I'd still like
to talk to him.

Maybe he overheard
something.

Okay, I'll -- I'll
bring him to the infirmary.

It's easier for a prisoner
to tell the Aryan Nation

he's been to see the doc
about a torn shoulder

than to admit he's been
talking to the cops.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Door hinges creak ]

Walt: Hawk, we want to talk
to you about your cellmate,

Chance Gilbert.

[ Sighs ] 1 can't
believe he deserted me.

-[ Paper rustling ]
- Were you two close?

Can you stop
crinkling that paper?

I can't take the noise.

I have misophonia.

It's a real condition.
Look it up.

I can't imagine
why Chance wanted out.

Chance ever say
anything about escaping?

No, he barely
said a word.

All he did was read.
He was the best.

We saw in your file that
you took vocational classes.

Do you use a computer?

I had to quit.
The clackety keys. I...

Can you think of anyone
else who would have posted

an ad online for Chance?

-[ Light tapping ]
- Nope.

Stop that.

You said he read a lot.

What kind of books?

Dead-president books,
shit we had to read in school.

You recall
any of the titles?

I don't know.
There was a ton.

Jefferson. Paine.

I-1 think
The Federal Papers?

Federalist Papers?

Sure.

Uh, he used to underline them
and scribble in them,

note all up and down
the sides.

You know,
where I came from,

the nuns would beat you
for that shit.

Could you see
what he wrote?

What did I care?
Except for when I could hear

the pen s-scratching
and scratching.

Thanks, Hawk.

Vic, let's go by
the prison library.

If he was writing
in his books,

he might be communicating
with someone.

What --
What'd you call her?

Vic? Like Victoria?

Yeah.
[ Chuckles ]

Well, Chance didn't talk a lot,
but he did talk about you.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Chuckles ]

He hated you.

Who stocks these shelves?
Half the books are upside down.

You should stay at the station
till Chance is caught.

I can run by your place
and pick up some of your things.

Chance doesn't know
where I live.

I think he might.

What?

How?

The Federalist Papers should
be -- should be right here.

Aaron: They're in Fiction!

I thought
they were essays.

Fiction!

Freedom is an illusion!

You remember Aaron Two Rivers.

The guy who does
everything backwards.

Yeah. He's a heyoka.

He follows his own logic.

I follow
the thunder god's logic.

He locked me up to find liberty,
but it's cracked like a bell.

Thanks, Aaron.

We'll look in Fiction.

[ Clears throat ]

Here it is.

So, why do you think Chance
knows where I live?

Uh...Travis called me
last night

and said he caught
some of Chance's family

vandalizing your
motor home, so...

Why didn't you
tell me that?

Here it is.

Uh...margins are clean.

Oh.

A page has been torn out.

Aaron?

We're also looking for works
by Jefferson and Thomas Paine.

Jefferson is here in Parenting.
He's a Founding Father.

And Paine is in Medicine.

That just makes
common sense.

Vic, will you look
in Medicine?

[ Exhales sharply ]

Ah.

Found the Paine.

What's on page 76?

[ Sighs ] Um...

There is no page 76.

None here, either.

So then Chance was leaving
notes for someone.

Aaron?

We're searching for
a fugitive -- Chance Gilbert.

Do you remember him?

He thought justice
was perverted,

so he perverted justice.

Did any other prisoners
check out these books?

No.

And by "no,"
do you mean "yes"?

No other prisoners
checked out these books!

Okay. Jesus.

Can you at least
check the logs?

I'll check for you.

That guy is nuts.

Thanks.

You can't judge a book
by its cover, Sheriff.

The color of its skin is not
the content of its character.

He's right.
Chance Gilbert's the only one

who's checked these out.

I always tell the truth,
but no one ever listens.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Hello.

What are you doing here?

[ Clears throat ]

Guarding Vic.

Where is she?
[ Sighs ]

She's back at her desk.

Oh.

I guess I am not yet
at 100%.

Perhaps I was not the best
choice for guard duty.

Huh.

Vic?

Yeah?

Pull up the bathroom
surveillance footage.

I've already gone over
days of it, Walt.

Not a single family member
of Chance's came or went.

I'm not interested
in the family.

I think they know less
about this than we imagine.

But I believe that
Aaron Two Rivers

was telling us who
helped Chance escape.

I thought he was just
babbling nonsense.

He said that
none of the prisoners

checked out those books,

but that we shouldn't
trust appearances.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Get me a list of all the prison
guards who work library duty.

Officer Rudolph,
according to your supervisor,

you spend a lot of time
overseeing the prison library.

Yeah. So?

Well, he said that you
specifically requested

that assignment.

Well, it's quiet.

Men don't usually
shiv each other

over the latest
Nicholas Sparks.

You read romance novels?

Are you surprised?

Yeah.

According to
the library database,

you tend to check out,
uh, political books,

manifestos,
studies of the Waco siege.

Your sympathies
seem to lie pretty close

to Chance Gilbert's.

You spy on me?

[ Scoffs ]
This is exactly

the kind of intrusion
and overreach

that's ruining
this country.

Right. But you're
doing your best to fight back

against that, aren't you?

My deputy pulled up
a slew of online petitions

that you signed,
including one calling for

the freeing
of prisoners of conscience.

That's how Chance Gilbert
describes himself.

You think
I let him escape.

I'm saying that
you may have thought

he was unfairly imprisoned,
and you had plenty of time

in the library
to find and remove

-the notes he left for you.
- Notes?

This is bullshit.

Did you uncuff Chance
in the bathroom?

Yeah. So he could --

Then you turned
your back on him?

So he could
change his clothes.

We followed
standard procedure.

I uncuffed him.
Eubell led him into the stall.

Then half a minute later,

Chance charged out
and pulled a gun on me.

Officer Eubell led him
into the first stall?

Yes. And then he went to wash
his hands when Chance --

Officer Eubell.

You led Chance
into the first stall.

Why not
the handicapped stall?

What?

The handicapped stall
is big, roomy.

But you led a man
Chance's size into a stall

that you can barely
turn around in.

What does it matter
what stall he used?

Well, it matters if there was
a gun hidden in the toilet tank.

How could I have known that?

You could have known it
if you put it there.

Are you kidding me?

We have you on tape
entering the courthouse bathroom

the day before
Chance's escape.

What does that prove?

I'm sure every guard
that escorted a prisoner

to the courthouse that day
used the bathroom.

Maybe. But you're one
of the only guards

who entered the bathroom
that day

and also works regularly
at the library,

where you can
intercept Chance's notes.

I don't believe this.
This -- [ Scoffs ]

I'm even betting that you
asked him to spit on your hand

so you had an excuse
to run the water

to cover the noise of him
lifting the toilet lid

to get the gun
that you planted.

[ Chuckles ]

No?

How about this?

If Chance hurts or Kills
anybody while he's out there,

you're gonna be facing
a lot worse sentence

than you are right now.

"Cause aiding and abetting
a murder is much more serious

than facilitating an escape.

You want to call
your daughter back...

tell her goodbye forever?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

No.

What you need to understand
is that I did all this

so I could stay
with my daughter.

That bitch was gonna
destroy my family.

And what bitch are you
referring to exactly?

Your wife?

No. No. I love my wife.

I made a mistake...

with this woman, Sharon.

It was just a few months. But
when I tried to call it off --

She threatened
to call your wife.

So I had to keep seeing her
to keep her quiet.

And I just couldn't
take it anymore.

So, Chance overheard me bitching
about it with one of the guys.

He approached me in
the library

and proposed we...

swap freedom for freedom.

He'd tell me how on page 76
of the books he checked out.

So, Chance would get his freedom
in exchange for what?

If he took care of Sharon.

How?

Don"t tell me
you don't know.

Every other detail of this
escape was meticulously planned,

from the setup of my deputy

to the Craigslist ad

to the motorcycle
stashed in the alley.

All right! He's gonna kill her
with the gun from the toilet.

Which you hid,
so it's your gun.

It's actually Sharon's.
I took it from her house.

Chance is gonna break in,
make it look like

she was shot
with her own gun.

So, Walt, you want me
to book Mr. Eubell here?

Accessory to murder?

No, it's not too late!
He hasn't done it yet.

Sharon was just
visiting her mother.

She just called me from
the road about an hour ago.

Sharon's last name, address,
and phone number -- now!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Stay right there.
Stay right there.

Sheriff's department.
Get down. Get down.

What the hell is going on?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Door slams ]

Sharon:
This is unbelievable.

Literally. I don't believe it.

I mean, I just...

How did Sharon
take the news?

Let's just say that Eubell
is safer in prison.

Let him try to kill me!

The Marshal's taking
her statement right now.

I am fully certified
to use it.

You okay?

What's that smell?

[ Sniffs ]
I don't smell anything.

Sheriff.

We got four officers here,

another three staked out
at the family"s camp,

and a man posted
at Chance's old place

just in case he shows up.

Now, we've moved your Bronco,

all other vehicles
to the next street.

We left Sharon's car
where it is.

In case he comes,
he'll think she's here.

Chance isn't coming.

How do you know?

Because he was
already here.

He made
a fried bologna sandwich.

He must have come
straight here.

He never left the county --
just laid low,

hiding where he knew
nobody would look for him.

Yeah. Making
fried bologna sandwiches.

I guess all that time
in prison made him homesick.

You don't like
a bologna sandwich?

What kind of American doesn't
like a fried bologna sandwich?

[ Sizzling ]

So, what made him
leave again?

Sharon was coming back.

I bet he never
intended to kill her.

He just needed a place to hide.

Mm, if that's the case,
where is he hiding now?

[ Vehicle approaching ]
Shit. Car!

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

It's okay. It's okay.

I called a ride for my deputy.

You did what?

There was no time
to argue before.

A woman's life
was in the balance.

And now maybe your life
is in danger.

I need you safe.

[ Exhales sharply ]
You called Travis.

[ Crickets chirping ]

Travis: Hey, Vic.

Come on. Let's --
Let's get you out of here.

No.

I'm on duty.

You're gonna go with him

and keep out of sight
until this is all over.

That's an order.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

You seem to have
things under control.

Why don't you call me
if anything changes.

Will do.

[ Car door closes ]

[ Engine starts ]

I thought, uh, we could stay
at my place for a couple days.

Or if it's too small,
then, um, I-l found a hotel.

It's got adjoining rooms.

Or we could, you know,
always stay at my mom's.

It's cheaper.

Just take me home, Travis.

Walt said
I couldn't do that.

It's too dangerous.

We could always swing
by your place, though, if you --

if you want
to grab some stuff.

[ Crickets chirping ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Hey, uh -- whoa, hey.

Let me make sure
it's safe first.

I'm the one
with the gun, Travis.

Did you tell Walt
I was pregnant?

Somebody had to.

Damn it, Travis.

That was not your
secret to tell.

That's your boss.

I don't understand why you
didn't tell him yourself.

For exactly this reason --

because now he's not
letting me be a cop!

He's just trying to keep you
and the baby out of harm's way.

I can make those
decisions myself!

I don't need Walt or you
dictating my life.

In fact, I don't need
you in my life at all.

Why are you like this?

Why do you push away anyone
who wants to help you?

You don't have to keep proving
how -- how strong you are.

All right?

Walt and I are only
trying to protect you

because we care about you.
Don't -- Don"t you get that?

What do you
want me to do?!

Next time, just say
"Thank you"! Okay?

[ Sighs ]

Thank you.

You could also say
"I'm sorry."

I-I'm sorry for what?

For blowing off our date.

What date?

Last night.

Uh, I cooked us
a steak dinner.

You said that my iron was low.
That wasn't a date.

That was like
a nutritional consultation.

I bought tiramisu.

Oh, Jesus, Travis!

Thank you.

[ Sighs ] And I'm sorry.

Will you please, um,
check my R.V. for me?

Hey, uh, I'm just trying
to be here for you.

[ Keys jingle ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Rattling ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Sheriff Longmire,
as I live and breathe,

how the hell did you find me?

Common sense.

First, you hid
where nobody knew to look.

I figured next you'd go
where we already looked.

Now let me out of here, Chance.

It's a panicky kind of feeling,
isn't it, Sheriff?

[ Laughs ]

To be a man caged,
with no way out?

Now, I would call that
cruel and unusual punishment.

Don't you think?

Where's the Marshal who was
posted out here? You kill him?

Well, he interrupted me
collecting supplies

for my little journey.

I had to deal with
the problem, sir.

What's another murder,
right?

He's not dead, Sheriff.

He's in a bunker,
just like you.

Now, I never wanted to kill
anyone -- no Marshals,

no mistresses,
and especially no sheriffs.

I only wanted
to be left alone.

What about that
census worker?

He wouldn't
leave me alone!

[ Gunshot ]

Well, Sheriff, that
really hurt my feelings!

[ Chuckles ] But I guess
we both must live our truth,

no matter how cold,
no matter how lonely.

Yeah, it can get pretty
cold and lonely down there

[laughs] if nobody finds you.

Vic: Chance!

Put your hands up!

Victoria?!

Recognize that voice,
Sheriff.

Vic?!

[ Gun cocks ]

Is it you, Victoria?

Victoria?!

You here to see me off?

Drop your gun!

Victoria?!

Vic!

[ Gunshots ]

What's going on?!

Victoria!
What are you angry about?!

You lied to me!

You told me
you wanted to die.

I said I wanted
to live free or die,

and I chose to live free!

I'm not leaving
here without you.

Come on!
Don't push me, Victoria!

[ Grunting ]

I don't want to kill you!
I don't want to hurt you!

I don't want to hurt anyone.

-[ Grunts ]
- That's bullshit!

-[ Gun cocks ]
- I saw that look in your eye

when you came at me
with a baseball bat.

Crossing a line,
Victoria!

You're trespassing again!

You're violating
my freedom!

You lost the right
to freedom.

[ Grunting ]

A man has the right
to live free!

[ Grunts ]

So do .

Vic!

[ Vic sobs ]

I'm sorry.

[ Gasping ]

I had to come.

I know. I know.

[ Whimpering ]

Stay with me, Vic.
Come on.

Aah!

Let's go.

Walt?

Thank you.

[ Dramatic music plays ]