All language subtitles for Longmire.S06E04.GERMAN.DUBBED.DL.720p.BluRay.x264-TSCC_track4_[eng]

[ Slow music plays ]

Walt: Hockey's a thing
I'll never understand.

I mean, uh, who can explain

that, uh, two-line offside, uh,
pass rule, right?

I mean, uh, for a sport
that's basically a-a bar fight,

you know, hockey's got
a ton of rules, Vic.

Then there's the puck.

You know,
that thing moves so fast,

I don't know
how anybody follows it.

- Woman on radio: Sheriff, what's your ETA?
-[ Vic coughs ]

Here.
Keep your hand on there.

Right there. Come on.

That's it -- right there.
Just for a sec.

Okay, Vic. Okay.

I'm just past County 92,
10 minutes away.

Copy.

Hey.

Come on, Vic.

You stay with me.
Come on.

Come on, Vic.

-[ Moaning ] - Come on, Vic.
You stay with me.

Come on.

What else, huh?

Let me see, uh...

I know.

You remember
"The Pirates of Penzance"?

Um, I am the very model
of a modern major-general.

I have, uh, information
vegetable, animal, and mineral.

I, uh --
I know the kings of England.

- I quote
the fights historical...

from Marathon
to Waterloo,

in order categorical.

Hey!

Hey, Vic!

Come back to me!

Come on. You hear me?

-[ Engine revs ] - Come on, Vic.
Say something, Vic.

Come on.

[ Weakly ] Walt.

Stop talking.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

I got you, Vic.

Doc Weston: Come on!

- What's her condition?
- She's still conscious.

Still bleeding pretty heavy.

- Where are they at?
- Yeah, yeah, upper thigh.

- We got to move it, Doc.
- Let's get the table prepped.

[ Voices echoing indistinctly ]

Man: I got a pulse.

[ Voices echoing indistinctly ]

It's gonna be okay, Vic.

[ Girl laughing ]

Hey, Doc.

[ Heart pounding ]

She's pregnant.

[ Pounding intensifies ]

[ Pounding fades ]

[ Slow music plays ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Doors burst open ]

Hey. Walt. I got here
as fast as I could.

How is she? How's Vic?

I asked you to watch her
and keep her safe!

I tried, okay?
She tricked me.

I-I went in to check her RV,
and she took my car.

And you just let her
drive away?

No! I-1-1 called the station,
but Ruby couldn't find you,

a-a-and I had to figure everything
out on the police scanner.

Please.

Doc Weston: Sheriff.

Deputy Moretti's out of surgery.
I need to talk to you.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Dripping echoes ]

Ferg: ...were all over
the crime scene.

And, uh, Marshals took Chance's
body for the autopsy report,

so we don't have to worry
about that.

Uh, they're gonna want
statements about the shooting

from you -- and Vic,
when she wakes up.

Nobody talks to Vic
until I say so.

Um, okay.

Um, the Marshals
are gonna want you and Vic

to hand over your side arms
for the ballistics report.

Fine.

And, of course,
the press is going crazy

about who shot
Chance Gilbert.

We don't talk
about ongoing investigations.

Yeah, that's what I told them,
but you know reporters.

Look...it's been
a rough night,

but the good news
is that Vic's gonna make it.

And you guys are,
like, heroes

for taking down
a federal fugitive.

Anyway, Walt, why don't you
go home, get some rest?

I'll call you
as soon as she wakes up.

I'm not going anywhere.

Okay, well,
you got to eat something.

Got a breakfast sandwich
here.

It's probably cold
by now, but...

...it"'ll just take me a second
to nuke it down the hall.

Just leave it.

Okay.

Thanks, Ferg.

Call me
if you need anything.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[ Door opens ]

[ Monitor beeping ]

[ Slow music plays ]

I know that you have much bigger
things on your mind right now,

but it's about my mom.

Um, I just got a call
from the police.

Wait.
I am the police.

In fact, the entire department's
in the building right now,

so...who called you?

[ Machines beeping,
music playing ]

Why don't you hang back
for a second?

- Morning, Mathias.
- Morning.

I understand you have
a Mrs. Beverly Joyce in custody.

Not exactly.

Oh, her daughter thought, uh,
she'd been detained.

She asked me to come down
and smooth things over.

The daughter"s
a...friend of mine.

Well, your friend's mom
tried to rob the casino.

Come on, now. I'm sure
that's not what she was --

An older white woman goes
belly-up on a blackjack hand,

starts
screaming her head off,

calls the dealer
a, quote, "Indian giver,”

then scoops all of her chips
into her purse

and takes off running.

Where's Mrs. Joyce now?

Locked in a car.

In the parking lot?

Nope.

Right there.

Grand prize
on the Big Wheel.

Okay.

Listen, um, I know
this isn't my, uh, jurisdiction,

but would you consider
letting her go

if I can get her
to leave the chips behind?

This would mean a lot
to your friend, huh?

Please, Mathias.

Well, the casino
doesn't want a scene.

So if you can get
their money back, we're good.

Yeah.

What seems to be
the problem, officer?

Good morning, Mrs. Joyce.

I'm Deputy Ferguson,

-and I'm just wondering if you could --
- I know who you are, Archie.

I was teasing.

I saw you come in
with my daughter.

You know, she talks about you
all the time.

And now I can see why.

It's like I'm talking
to Cary Grant

crossed with Raymond Burr.

Thank you.

Um...Mrs. Joyce...

I-1 think there's been
a misunderstanding.

A misunderstanding
about what, dear?

Why you're locked
in this car.

I'm glad
you brought that up.

Honestly, this car?

Not so hot.

For a supposed
grand prize?

Well,
what do you expect?

Indians!

A bunch
of dirty scalpers!

[ Whispers ] Mom, you are not
allowed to talk like that!

And you need to unlock the door
and get out of the car right now.

Oh, honey.

I don't know
if you've noticed,

but we are surrounded
by a war party.

Mom!
What is wrong with you?!

Ferg: Okay, okay, guys!

Everybody calm down
a little bit, okay?

Mrs. Joyce, take a --
take a breath.

Mother, Archie said that they
are going to put you in jail

if you do not give them back
their money.

Their money?!

No!

These are my chips,
fair and square,

and no one --

not you
or Big Chief Casino

or Deputy Dreamboat here
shall rend us asunder!

- Please, Mrs. -- - Mom!
-Sorry, Archie.

This is
so embarrassing.

I'm just gonna
write her a check,

so can you block the window?
Don't let her see.

How much is it?

It's $3,056.

Okay, um, so, she has to think
that she can keep the chips.

It's the only way
she's gonna get out of the car.

Um...

This is not how I imagined
introducing the two of you.

Ruby:
Uh, the sheriff's department's

in a bit of a crisis
at the moment.

We're a little
understaffed.

Of course.

How is Vic doing?

Oh, well,
her surgery went well.

Walt's over at the hospital,
waiting for her to wake up.

You want me
to get a message to him?

No.
I can find someone else.

Hey!

A little help here?

[ Sighs ]

I will find another ride
to Cheyenne.

Thank you, Ruby.

People are never there for you
when you need 'em, right?

I am here now.

What can I get you?

Just grab another whiskey.

Or, uh,
just give me the bottle.

I'll stop bugging you.

We do not offer
bottle service.

[ Chuckles ]

I bet you would if I had
a sheriff's uniform on, right?

That's all it takes for the
waters to part in this town.

I guess now is the time I am
supposed to ask what is wrong.

I'm the one who should be at
the hospital when Vic wakes up,

not Walt.

There.

I said it.
[ Clears throat ]

I think
that is a legal matter.

That...

That is a moral matter.

Sure, I-l-l don't, uh --

I don't have a ring
on my finger. I'm not kin.

I don't have a badge.

But I'm the one who's been taking
care of her this whole entire time.

And now, when the shit
hits the fan, it's, "Travis who?

Oh, sorry. Your name's
not on the list.”

I was unaware that you and
Deputy Moretti were...involved.

Well, that's the price I pay
for discretion, I guess.

Hit me.

You know
what my problem is?

- There is just one?
- I'm a giver.

Give, give, give.

And I keep waiting
for somebody to say,

"Hey, thanks so much, giver guy.
You're the best.”

But nobody does that,
because nobody wants to give anything back.

So I got to
change things up.

I got to stop giving
and start taking what I want.

I mean,
what do you think?

I might try to not make
everything about myself.

[ Slams bar ] Exactly.

I mean, this is
about Vic's needs, all right?

A-A-And right now,
what she needs is me.

[ Taps bar ]

I need
to be there for her.

I'm gonna go
right back down there,

and I'm gonna tell Walt
and that doctor

what's what and who's who
and who's --

who to -- what to --

Hit me. [ Sighs ]

Only if you give me
your car keys.

[ Laughs ]

- I can't do that.
- Why not?

Because
I don't have a car.

The sheriff's got that, too.
It's part of the crime scene.

All I got...
[ Sighs ]

...are Vic's keys.

It's crazy, right?

I can go anyplace in her life
with these.

But I can't even tell her
how I feel.

[ Country music plays
over jukebox ]

[ Monitor beeping,
ventilator hissing ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Hey.

[ Weakly ] Is he dead?

Chance?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's dead.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Hey, uh...

- Want some water?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

That's good.

Well...

It's good
to see you awake.

It was, um...

It was kind of touch-and-go
there for a while.

They said they got
all the bullet out of your leg.

Um...
you're gonna be fine.

But it nicked an artery,
so...

it was pretty close.

Thank you
for getting me here.

Sure.

Doc Weston told me that...

people that lose as much blood
as you don't usually make it.

Um...but because of
your condition,

you had more red blood cells
than usual,

and that helped you hang on
till we got you to the hospital.

But...

But you lost
too much blood...

...for the baby
to survive.

I'm really sorry, Vic.

[ Slow music plays ]

I should have told you
that I was pregnant.

That's okay, Vic.

It's...

That's really
none of my business.

I think I didn't because it --
it didn't feel real.

It --

It was still so soon...

so early, but...

...I guess now
the decision's been made for me.

Do you want to be alone?

No.

Listen, it's up to you,

but sometimes, um,

it's a good idea
to mark something like this.

If you want,

I can help arrange
a-a private ceremony or --

No. No, no.

I don't -- I don't...

I don't want
anything like that.

Just...

tell the hospital
that they can take care of it.

[ Sighs ]

They can do whatever it is
they do in situations like this.

I just don't want
to think about it.

Sure.

I'll let them know.

It's gonna be okay.

I just feel terrible
that I don't feel more terrible.

Is that wrong?

No.

Not if that's the way
you feel.

[ Slow music plays ]

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Reporter:
Is that Chance Gilbert's blood?

Ruby:
Walter. Good morning.

How's Vic?

Well, she's awake.

Doc says she'll be good
in a few days.

Uh, meantime, uh,

could you get those reporters
out of here?

Yes. Sneaking up here
like rats.

I already told them
to stay outside.

By the way,
the Marshals are in your office.

Oh, goodness, please!
Ladies and gentlemen.

Congratulations,
Sheriff.

We were kind of ticked when
you got to our escaped fugitive

before we could,
but, hey,

you saved one of our own
while you were at it,

so all's forgiven.

Well, right place,
uh, right time, I guess.

But I can't take credit.

Deputy Moretti
shot Chance Gilbert.

Wow. That answers
question 1.

I'd appreciate it if you could
keep that to yourselves.

I have the feeling that
the press thinks I shot him.

I'm fine with Chance"s family
thinking that.

Vic's been through a lot,
without them coming after her.

We can't exactly
lie to the press, Sheriff.

Well, you know,
these things take time.

Weeks of painstaking
investigation,

big case like this,
blah, blah.

We can hold off the press
for a while. No problem, Walt.

- Appreciate it.
- How's your deputy doing?

She's gonna pull through.
She's pretty tough.

We'd like to get a statement while the
events are still fresh in her mind.

Sure. Can you give her
a couple of days?

Yeah,
of course we can.

In the meantime,
if you could

turn over your weapons
for the ballistics report.

Here's Vic's.

And mine.

I fired it,
but, uh, I didn't hit Chance.

It was a hell of a night
out there.

All those hidey-holes
in the ground.

Had the bomb techs
going till dawn.

Those Gilbert people
were nuts.

Yeah.

Those nuts been
up to anything unusual

since the news
of Chance's death?

[ Clears throat ]

Our job was to locate
and apprehend Chance Gilbert,

and, thanks to you,
mission accomplished, Sheriff.

Are you telling me that
nobody's watching the family?

[ Clears throat ]
We may be the Feds,

but we don't have unlimited
resources to be watching over

otherwise-law-abiding citizens
24 hours a day.

Those law-abiding citizens
held my deputy hostage.

They tortured and beat her
with a baseball bat.

Last night,
she Killed their leader.

You're telling me they're not
gonna have a problem with that?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Reporter:
Details are still trickling in,

but we can confirm that
escaped fugitive Chance Gilbert

was captured and killed
last night

by the Absaroka County
Sheriff's Department --

the latest in a string
of deadly shootings involving

that county's troubled sheriff,
Walt Longmire,

who is currently facing
a wrongful death lawsuit.

We're also hearing
about other injuries,

but so far, no other fatalities
have been reported.

Back to you.

[ TV shuts off ]

The Marshals
are pulling out.

There's nobody
watching Chance's family.

I'm headed there now.

Ferg: You need backup?

No.

I want you to check
the family's social media,

see if there's any, uh,

any new declarations
or revenge threats,

anything to do with Vic.

And head over to the hospital,
keep an eye on her

until we can figure out
what's going on with the family.

Okay, Walt. I'm on it.

[ Meg sighs ]

Thanks for everything,
man.

I don't know what I would have
done if she had gone to jail.

It's all right.

- How's your mom doing now?
- Napping.

She's done stuff like this
before, off and on,

but never this bad.

It's...

chemo brain.

Oh, no.

I'm so sorry, Meg.

I didn't know
your mom had canc--

No, no, no, no. Don't --
Just don't say the "C" word.

I would have told you.

I just didn't want it
to be, like,

the first thing
you knew about me.

And she doesn't like being
treated like a helpless victim.

[ Rattling ]

I wish you could have
met her before.

She -- She was so clever
and creative and...

Do you see
those pictures over there?

So, I was obsessed
with those "Madeline"” books

and anything
having to do with France.

So my mom made
these handmade costumes,

and then
we would walk around town

pretending we were on vacation
in Paris.

- Wow.
- It's kind of funny,

'cause the farthest
I ever got away from home

was when you took me
to Pagosa Springs.

We didn't have any money.

My mom worked herself to
the bone at the grocery store.

She would take me hunting,

rather than ever have to accept
any kind of handout.

Ohh. Wow.

That's a Savage 99.

With the shell counter
and the schnabel forestock.

Oh, that's beautiful.

They don"t make "em
like that anymore.

That's my grandpa's gun.

- Oh, damn it!
- What?

She's hiding chips.

That's why she wouldn't
undress for her nap.

The agreement
I made with the Tribal Police

is that I have to take all
the chips back to the casino.

[ Sighing ] I know.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, everything's
gonna be all right.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Um...

Whew.
It's a lot, you know?

It's just, it's so nice

to have someone like you,
who cares about me.

And I just...

I don't want
to mess it up.

You're not
messing anything up.

I hope the two of us
showing up together

does not send
the wrong message.

I do not want the FBI to think
we are coordinating our stories.

No matter what we say,

they'll just assume
the Indians are lying.

You want some?

You sure?
It's hours to Cheyenne.

I am
more of a Twizzler man.

Oh, Henry.

[ Sighs ]

You know...

I owe you an apology.

I shouldn't have involved you
in my dealings with Malachi.

You were punished
for my mistake.

What could I do
with that guy?

I mean, what could I do?

It was banish him
or kill him.

There was a third choice.

What?

What we are doing now --
turning him over to the FBI.

But then the Feds
might have suspected you

of colluding with him.

They still might.

[ P.A. beeps ]

[ Woman speaking indistinctly
on P.A. ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Dr. Sanders:
Wonderful. Yeah, yeah.

I'll see you guys here, what,
in another couple weeks or so?

- All right, sounds good.
- Okay.

Vic.

You really shouldn't be
out of bed.

So you heard, then?

I did.

I was really sorry
to hear about it.

Thanks.

Can we talk?

I guess I just have
all these thoughts

going around in my head,

and I'm a little confused.

- About what, exactly?
- Um...

I was told that the baby died
because I lost too much blood?

Yes, and in situations

where the fetus is not viable
outside of the womb,

the priority always goes
to saving the mother.

Is there something else?

Um...

Could you tell me
the sex of the baby?

Vic, the --
the hospital was told

that your wishes
were not to preserve anything.

Did --
Did we get that wrong?

No, no, that's, um...
that's right.

I...I guess I just thought that
maybe you would have seen it

on one of the ultrasounds
and not told me

because you thought that I wanted
it to be a secret or something.

No, it was too early
to tell.

Okay.

Um...

W-What about -- uh, maybe
I could have the prenatal file?

Sure.
I can make you a copy.

Listen...[ Sighs ]

I-I know it may seem like
getting more details

will help with the grief,
but from my experience,

when something like this
happens,

surrounding yourself
with people

who have gone through
a similar loss

is actually more helpful.

If it's okay, I would like
to give you some literature

for a grief-counseling
group.

A lot of couples
and single women

have gone through this.

And your hormones
will be --

Let's just say you'll experience
some intense emotions

and possible depression
for the next few weeks.

And that's totally normal.

Just try not to make
any big decisions for a while.

[ Thud ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Wind whistling ]

[ Curtain rustling ]

[ Wind whistling ]

[ Door creaks ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Bat clatters ]

[ Papers rustling ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Rustling continues ]

Don't move.

Turn around
where I can see you.

Travis.

I might have killed you.

You missed your chance,
then.

How'd you get in here?

I had, uh, Vic's keys
from her RV.

Now, I heard that that Amon guy
used to work here.

How come
I can't find his file?

I've been through
all the A's.

"Eamonn" is spelled
with an "E."

[ Chuckles ]

With an "E"?

[ Laughs ]

That's crazy.
What is he, Amish?

Travis, you're drunk.

No shit.

I bet Ee-mon is sober,
though, right?

I bet Ee-mon is so great.

You -- You tell me
what makes Ee-mon so great, huh?

Is he smarter than me?

He a better bull rider
than me?

He -- He better-looking
than me?

He's quieter.

Did he get to go
to the hospital to see Vic?

Is he the real dad?

Does everybody in this town
know but me?

Eamonn wasn't
at the hospital, Travis.

Are you gonna tell me?

Tell you what?

All I know is that
Vic made it out of surgery,

but the, uh...

[ Breathing shakily ]

What happened?

Baby didn't make it.

[ Sighs ]

So, Eamonn was
the father, huh?

- I don't know.
- Oh, come on.

To hear Vic talk about it, you know
everything that happens in this town.

Come on. You know.

Or is it you, huh?

Is that the secret
of the whole goddamn universe?

Are you the dad?

Come on! Huh?!

Are you the father?!
Tell me!

- Tell me!
- Stop it!

That's enough!
You stop it!

Now, I don't know
who the father was, Travis.

[ Sniffles ]

Come on.

Why don't you go
sit over there for a minute.

[ Sighs ]

Come on.

Come on.

[ Sniffles, sighs ]

[ Slow music plays ]

[ Sniffles ]

I'm sorry.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Sighs ]

How is she?

She's okay.

Travis, I shouldn't have blamed
you for what happened to Vic.

That's...

That wasn't your fault.

We both know
if she decides to do something,

nobody can stop her.

God knows I've tried.

[ Radio tuning,
indistinct voices ]

[ Tuning, voices continue ]

Will you please pick one?

There's nothing but talk radio
and preachers out here.

Reporter:
...more on the shocking death

of escaped convict
Chance Gilbert

following a shootout with
the sheriff of Absaroka County.

I love how everybody
gets worked up

over one dead
white lunatic

but couldn't care less about
organized crime on the res.

The FBI spent hours
interviewing us about Malachi.

That suggests
they care a little.

When an FBI agent drops your
statement into that envelope

and then ties a string
around that little figure eight,

it's never gonna get
looked at again, man.

I hope you are wrong.

I'd settle for country music
at this point.

Maybe we could
just try silence.

[ Radio shuts off ]

[ Inhales deeply ]

[ Sighs ]

So...

How about those Cubs?

[ Engine revving ]

Jacob.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Tires squealing ]

[ Vehicle crashes ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

Will you page Dr. Sanders
again?

Oh, wait. Never mind.
Here she is.

Here's your file, Vic.

I wish there was more.

But one new thing
did come up.

During the emergency procedure,
before your transfusion,

the baby's blood type
was determined.

I know it's not much,
but it's something.

Thank you very much,
Dr. Sanders. I appreciate it.

Of course.
Take care.

Mm-hmm.

Walt: Vic.

Ferg called and told me
you were checking out.

- That's a bad idea.
-[ Scoffs ]

At least I'm not
ripping out my tubes

and running down the hallway
half-naked,

like some people I know.

I got my official release.

I got my meds.

I know
how to dress my wound.

They woke me up, like,
every two hours last night.

I just want to go home
and sleep.

All right.

Ferg: Vic.

Don't forget your stuff.

Why don"t you go home
and get some sleep, Ferg?

It's my turn.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Hi, Meg.

What's up?
How's your mom?

Okay.

Okay...calm down.

Just...don't do anything
till I get there.

Okay.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well...

You got what you wanted.

You're home.

Now, there's, uh...

there's something else
you have to do.

No, I already took
my pain pill,

and the antibiotic's
in another four hours.

[ Inhales deeply ]

You need to call Travis.

He's worried about you.

I'll go get
the rest of your things.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Slow music plays ]

Excuse me.

You work here?

Well, I don't call it work
per se,

but, yes,
I keep it all humming.

Name's Joe-Mega, 'cause
I used to be a mega-partier,

but now
I'm just mega-blessed.

All right, Joe, have you seen
anything or anybody,

uh, suspicious
in the last few days?

Well, we do celebrate diversity
here at the Chrysalis, but --

Oh. Wait, now.

There was
that graffiti incident.

That the kind of thing
you're talking about?

Yep.
That's the kind of thing.

Do me a favor, Joe.

Call the sheriff's station

if you see or hear
anything out of the ordinary.

Yes, sir.
I will peel my eyes.

Not to worry.

Thank you.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Engine revs ]

And I told her,
"That is not the gambling money.

That is
your cancer-treatment money."

And so she starts freaking out
at me because I say the "C" word

and because I was
treating her like a child.

And I was like, "Mom,
you are acting like a child.

You were hiding
those chips.”

And so I'm going to work
and I'm taking her keys.

And then I came back here
for my break, and she is gone.

And I'm really sorry
to put you through this again.

It's okay. It's okay.

Now, besides the wig
and the purse,

what else is missing?

Oh, nothing.

I mean, can you, like,
put out an alert or, like,

a miss-- a missing-persons
report or something?

Look, look, look.

95% of people who go missing
show up within 12 hours.

She probably just needed to
calm down after your argument.

We see this sort of thing
all the time.

- You do?
- Are you kidding?

All the time.

Now, does she have any
favorite places she likes to go?

Um, yeah, I mean, she loves
secondhand stores and pet stores

and, um...
she has, like, a real thing

for these potato skins
at Dairy Queen.

That's great!

These are good places to start,
all right?

Here.

The Savage 99.

Did you move it?

Oh, my God.

She took Grandpa's gun.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Scoffs ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Horse whinnies ]

[ Horse snorts ]

[ Groans ]

[ Horse snorts ]

[ Horse whinnies ]

[ Slow music plays ]

Vic:
You moved my house.

Well, you said you wanted, um,
peace and quiet.

That trailer park
is anything but.

Yeah.

[ Door closes ]

Do you think Chance"s family
is coming after me?

Well, they have before.

They know where you live,
so, uh...

Why don't you eat your eggs
before they get cold?

You need protein.

[ Pan clanks ]

Here.

[ Sighs ]

Being here will, uh,
give you some time to...

think about your statement
for the Marshals.

I, uh...l held them off
for a couple of days.

I can hold them off more,
if you like.

No, it's okay.
I'll talk to them tomorrow.

You sure?

[ Telephone ringing ]

Eat up.

[ Sighs ]

Hello?

Yeah, Walt,
a Joe-Mega just called

from over
at Vic's trailer park --

said you talked to him
this morning.

I did.
What does he want?

He reported
a strange-looking package

that just got delivered
for Vic.

Call him back. Tell him
I'll be there in 20 minutes.

So, did you, by chance,
tell your mom

that you wrote a check
to the casino?

Um, it -- it might have slipped
while we were fighting.

You don"t think she went
back there again, do you?

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

I hope she didn't do
anything stupid.

Does she keep that rifle
loaded?

No. I m-- I mean,
not, like, loaded loaded.

There's always one
in the chamber, though.

[ Slow music plays ]

What makes you think
it's a bomb?

It's just a feeling
you get.

You know, some packages say
"Happy birthday, sweetheart,”

and some say
"Call the police.”

Who delivered it?
I don't know.

I wasn't in the office
when it came.

Now, I'm somewhat
of a handwriting --

I won't say expert,
but enthusiast.

You see how the writer
pressed down real hard

and everything slants left?

Now, that suggests
deep insecurity and hostility.

And the red ink -- ohh.

Frankly, that's just
a little on-the-nose.

- You have a cellphone?
- I do.

But I am trying
to break myself of the habit.

I'm gonna need you
to fall off the wagon.

I want to get some pictures
of this thing before I move it.

Yes, sir.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Camera clicking ]

[ Machines beeping,
music playing ]

What's going on?
Did you get something?

No, it's just...
other sheriff business.

There's no sign of your mom
inside.

Okay, well, at least
she didn't commit another crime.

Yeah, um, I was thinking --
that Savage 99,

with the shell counter
and that forestock,

that's worth quite a bit.

What if she's trying
to sell it?

No. No, that's
my grandpa's gun. She'd --

Well...maybe.

She's always been
unpredictable, and now

she's got this chemo brain,
making her do crazy things.

Hey, Ruby, it's Ferg.

Can you check
all the local pawnshops

for anyone trying to sell
a Savage 99 hunting rifle?

And, Ruby...

find out if any hospitals
have admitted

an older female gunshot victim
in the last five hours.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Rifle cocks ]

[ Toy moos ]

[ Slow music plays ]

[ Groans softly ]

[ Slow music plays ]

[ Pill bottles rattle ]

[ Inhales sharply ]

You wanted to see me?

Whoa.
What happened to you?

Nighthorse and I
drove to Cheyenne

to talk to the FBI
about Malachi.

Malachi clearly knew
we were there.

You saw him?

He sent Hector after us.

Well, we know
that can't be true.

It was someone
dressed as Hector,

wearing a black hood
and a red sash around his neck.

He ran us off the road.

Did you get
a license plate?

It happened too fast.

And you're sure
Malachi's behind this?

Malachi already wrote
"Hector lives" in stones

to make us think
he was dead.

If he used the idea of Hector
to mislead us,

why not send a man dressed
as Hector to terrorize us?

Then Malachi is
closer than we think.

It would seem.

And using Hector
as a hit man.

We have got to find him
before he tries again.

"We“?

Your head's
already got a target on it.

You and Nighthorse
need to lay low.

I'll keep an eye out
and let you know

if anybody reports
any new Hector sightings.

[ Sighs ]

You're packing, right?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Man speaking indistinctly
on P.A. ]

[ Slow music plays ]

Donnie:
Heard you got shot.

Uh, yeah, but it's not
that big of a deal.

And, um, you don't need
to mention that I, uh,

personally dropped off
this evidence, all right?

What you looking for,
exactly?

Simple blood type.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

I can do that
in, like, 30 seconds.

Except I can't right now

'cause I'm kind of in the middle
of this other thing.

But, uh, when that's done,
I'm all about you.

Great.

[ Clears throat ]

[ Clears throat ]

Paternity test?

Donnie, you know
that I cannot discuss

an ongoing investigation.

Of course not.
Got it.

Well, if you want to wait,
I only got the one other thing.

No, no, no.
I can't.

Um, just, uh, let me know
whenever you know.

All right?

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

Great to see you
back at work again so fast.

Thank you.

Ferg.

I have called over the area,
and Mrs. Joyce has been seen

trying to pawn
that Savage 99.

[ Sighs ]
That's fantastic, Ruby.

Which pawnshop?

All of them.

Okay, thanks.

[ Slow music plays ]

[ Drawers slamming ]

Walter.

Everything okay?

I need a red pen.

I told her,
"That's a helluva rifle,

but not that helluva rifle.”

Would you say Mrs. Joyce
was acting confused or strange?

She was offended when I offered
her half of what she wanted.

Yeah, she's just trying to start a
bidding war. She's not a bad person.

- I never said she was a bad person.
- Well...

You know,
I really don't need you guys

coming in here
giving me grief.

Okay, I was asking one question,
and you totally freak out.

All I'm trying to do
is help that little old lady.

Cool. Okay.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Jamie?

- What are you doing?
- Ohh!

Drive, driver! Drive!

No! Jamie,
stay right where you are.

Come on!
I'm just doing my job!

What, delivering pizzas?

No, it's a ride-sharing
service.

It's called Uber.

There's Uber in Absaroka?

Not officially, no.

I didn't want to go through
all of the red tape,

background checks.

That's not illegal,
is it?

Damn it, Mom!
Unlock the door!

Hang on, hang on,
hang on.

- Jamie, give me your keys.
- Oh! You're after her.

Oh, that makes sense,
'cause she's crazy!

She's had me driving all over the
county for, like, three hours.

- Hello, handsome.
- Hey, there, Mrs. Joyce.

Um, I'm gonna have to ask you
to step out of the car

and hand over your weapon now,
all right?

So, the jig is up?

Pretty much.

[ Sighs ]

Meg: And I'll help you.

Why did you run off
like that?

I want an explanation.

I have the right
to remain silent.

You are not
under arrest!

Well, why not?

Aren't I
a terrible mother?

You work yourself to death.
You take care of me.

You got no friends,
no time for a personal life.

Mom, it's okay.

I thought if I could get you
back that $3,000 somehow...

This place made me
the best offer.

It's -- It's only $1,200.

But I-I-I-l...

Mom, come on.
Hey, you can't sell it. Come on.

Oh, tell me about it.

Nobody in this county

knows a blessed thing
about firearms.

Come on.

Let's get you guys home.

Um, the -- the fare
came to $134.

First ride's free.

Aw, son of a...

[ Slow music plays ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Toy moos ]

Walter!
Is that glue?

You better open a window.
You can get high on that stuff.

It's okay. I'm just
repairing this for somebody.

Well, anyway, Donnie,
the lab tech from the hospital,

just dropped off
these blood-test results.

Who ordered a blood test?

Vic.

Okay, uh, thanks, Ruby.

You can just leave them
on the desk.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Slow music plays ]

[ Water trickling ]

-[ Knock on door ]
-[ Gasps ]

Walt: Hey, Vic.

Yeah?

You want to eat?

Uh, sure. I'll be --
I'll be right over.

Not hungry?

[ Sighs ] Not really.

[ Chuckles ]

You want to talk?

Not really.

[ Chuckles ]

Mind if I do?

[ Sighs ]

Sure.

[ Clears throat ]

You said something
back at the hospital.

Um, you said
that the, um...

...the baby
didn't seem real.

I'm not sure that's true.

[ Sighs ]

When I first found out
I was pregnant,

I thought it was
the end of my life.

My job, my freedom.

And then I realized,
for the first time in my life,

I wasn't alone.

My baby was with me
all the time.

And somehow I...

I don't know, call me crazy,
but I knew it was a girl.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckling ]
Don"t know how, but...

And, um...

I don't know what to do
with all of that now.

How do you get over
loving someone so much

that you never met?

She's gone, and, um...

...I don't know
anything about her.

Is that why you, uh,
drove the RV into town

and tried to find out
who the father was?

You didn't open that,
did you?

No.

Do you want to?

I don't know.

I don't -- I don't know.
Um...

Before all this happened,
I, um...

I didn't want
anything to do with the guy.

I was gonna do it
all on my own.

But the last day or so,
I've just been thinking that...

...that if Travis
was the father, that...

...maybe it could help fill in
some of those blanks, you know?

[ Clears throat ]

I didn't even call him.

What kind of a person
does that?

Yeah, I'm just
letting everybody down.

No. That's not true.

Yeah, it is.

I should have never
gone after Chance alone.

That was just stupid
and selfish.

And I wasn't thinking
about the baby once.

And don't...

Please don't tell me
it's gonna be okay again.

Please don't tell me it's gonna
be okay, 'cause it's...

Why isn't anyone mad at me,
you know?

You, Travis --
somebody should be mad at me.

[ Sighs ]

[ Whimpers ]

[ Inhales shakily ]

[ Crying ] M--

My baby is gone.

And she's gone
because of me.

I did this.

I did this.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Slow music plays ]

You're here
because of her.

She saved your life,
Vic.

I can't be mad
about that.

[ Sobbing continues ]

[ Music continues ]