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[ Slow country music plays ]

♪♪ It used to seem to me ♪♪

♪♪ That my life ran on too fast ♪♪

♪♪ And I had to take it slowly ♪♪

♪♪ Just to make
the good parts last ♪♪

♪♪ When you're born to run ♪♪

♪♪ It's so hard
to just slow down ♪♪

♪♪ So don't be surprised
to see me ♪♪

♪♪ In the brighter part of town ♪♪

♪♪ And I'll back
in the high life again ;7

♪♪ All the doors I closed
one time will open up again ♪♪

Lucian: If somebody's reading
this letter, well, then...

I guess I'm dead.

I suppose by now
everyone has figured out

that I, Lucian Connally,
killed Tucker Baggett.

If you examine
the Colt .45 Peacemaker

that's always on my person,

you'll find
it's the murder weapon.

You can find the slug
that actually killed Tucker

up in my air vent,
along with his bag.

That should be enough to clear
anybody else of the charges,

because I, Lucian Connally,
am guilty,

though I am not sorry.

And given the choice between
fading away in a prison cell

or writing myself an ending
with a little more...style...

well...

♪♪ I used to be the best ♪♪

...that ain't no choice at all.

♪♪ And I hope that you're still
out there ♪♪

♪♪ And you're like
you used to be ♪♪

You'll find some money
I put away in a coffee can

that's hidden in my closet.

♪♪ And we'll dance
till the morning sun ♪♪

Should be enough
to pay for my cremation.

♪♪ And we'll let
the good times come ♪♪

♪♪ And we won't stop
until we're done ♪♪

♪♪ And we'll be back
in the high life again ♪♪

♪♪ All the doors I closed
one time will open up again ♪♪

I don't have no family
anymore...

SO you can take whatever else
I've got to the dump,

unless there's something
that somebody wants or needs.

Then give it to 'em.

♪♪ And we'll drink and dance
with one hand free ♪♪

♪♪ And have the world so easily ♪♪

♪♪ And oh,
we'll be a sight to see ♪♪

♪♪ Back in the high life ♪♪

This was not the ending
that I was hoping for...

but it was the ending
that I expected.

♪♪ All the eyes
that watched us once ♪♪

♪♪ Will smile and take us in ♪♪

See ya on the range.

♪♪ Back in the high life ♪♪

[ Knocking at door ]

Cady: Dad?

Hey.

Since when do you drink
Maxwell House?

They're Lucian's ashes.

Oh.

I'm really sorry, Dad.

Are you holding up okay?

So...

what's with the RV
parked outside?

It's Vic's.

She's living here now?

No.

Okay.

[ Clears throat ] Well...

I just heard
from Dave Milgrom.

Apparently,
you're not answering your phone.

And, uh, I guess Judge Drood
decided not to call a mistrial.

So Dave told me that they've called
in another prosecuting attorney,

and your trial
is set to resume tomorrow.

I'm thinking of retiring.

What?

You know, Lucian...

he said he stayed on the job
too long.

- Maybe I have, too.
- Dad, you can't give up.

The criminal case is off the
table, and even if this civil case

doesn't go your way,
you have grounds for an appeal.

And how long is an appeal
gonna take, Cady?

I'm not gonna spend the rest of
my career defending my career.

I'm done.

- No. No, you're not. Dad --
- You know...

you know,
a little while ago,

you told me
that I should retire.

[ Refrigerator door closes ]

- So, what's changed?
-[ Tab pops ]

Dad, if you want to leave
your job, that's fine.

But only if you leave it
on your terms.

Don't let them push you out
with a bunch of lies.

Don't let them win.

[ Sighs ]

[ Rock music plays loudly ]

♪♪ Once you get started,
there's no turning back ♪♪

♪♪ In this existence,
defend and attack ♪♪

♪♪ No white flag, no mercy,
so cover your ears ♪♪

♪♪ What are you scared of?
There's nothing but fear ♪♪

♪♪ Put on your helmet,
prepare to dig in ♪♪

Sheriff's department!

We've had some complaints
about the noise!

You need to turn it down!

♪♪ Look to the future
and bury the past ♪♪

♪♪ This world's
gonna eat you alive ♪♪

♪♪ It's a sign of the times ♪♪

♪♪ One chance the strong
will survive ♪♪

♪♪ So put your armor on ♪♪

♪♪ It's a sign of the times ♪♪

Hello?

[ Music continues ]

[ Insects chirping ]

Jacob.

Thank you for seeing me.

I was hoping that maybe
we -- we could talk?

Sure. Let's talk.

Um, do you think
we could go inside?

- Maybe talk in private?
- Ooh.

I've got a lot of valuable stuff
in there, Cady.

Stuff that could break...

if you were to take me
by surprise again

and start swinging.

So I think whatever we have
to say to each other,

we can say it out here.

Jacob,
I'm just so very sorry.

That's good.

I'm glad
that we got that covered.

I also want to say
thank you.

For what?

For not firing me.

Choosing not to fire you
was not an act of kindness.

It was self-interest.

For better or worse,
you're still my best option

for helping my people
with their legal issues.

And as long as you continue
to do good in that capacity,

you'll continue to enjoy
my professional support.

Okay.

Anything else?

Um, I actually was going to ask
for your help.

Bold.

It's more along the lines
of a personal favor.

And the hits
just keep on coming.

I know that you're testifying
in my dad's civil case.

And I was --
I was hoping that...

maybe you could show
some mercy.

You know that both
professionally and personally,

I've had nothing but trouble
with your father.

I'm being called into court
to speak the truth about that.

Are you asking me
to lie on the stand?

No.

But this trial is no longer
about a wrongful death.

It's about a judge
and a mayor

trying to kick my dad out of
office and personally ruin him,

so the Connally Estate
can take his land

and build a massive development
on it.

Jacob...

maybe you can't
affect the outcome of this case.

But there's a chance
that you could save his job...

or at least his home.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Exhales ]

You okay?

Sorry to bother you.

I know you wanted some time to
deal with Lucian and everything.

But I thought
you needed to see this.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

I'm not 100% sure
of cause of death,

but I'm gonna go with
"Arrows."

16, to be exact.

His name's lan Whitmore.

An anonymous neighbor
called in a noise complaint.

When I got here,
music was blasting.

The door was open,
so I walked in.

I followed the noise...

and found lan in here.

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

Did you see this?

"Hector Lives."” Yep.

You know,
all those other Hector attacks

were connected to drugs.

But I searched
the entire house,

and I didn't find anything
drug-related.

You have a glove?

Thanks.

No teeth are missing.

Call Vic.

Have her do a background check
on lan here.

And why don't you talk to
the person who called this in,

as well as any of the neighbors
who might have seen something.

Ask them if they spotted
a silver Suburban.

Why?

Just because.

So, when the paramedics
show up,

do I move the body...with
the arrows, or take them out?

To be honest,
I don't know.

You take
any pictures yet?

- Yeah.
- I need your phone.

Thanks.

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

Cady Longmire?

Yeah.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Oh, no. That's okay.
Come in.

- Catori Long.
- Hi.

I'm a 6th grade teacher
at Red Water Elementary.

So, it says here that you can help
with healthcare and insurance?

Yes, absolutely.
Come and have a seat.

Great.

What can I help you with,
Catori?

Well, uh...

I-I don't need the help.

One of my students does.

- Okay.
- His name is Tate Dawson.

He hasn't been to school now
for two weeks.

Why? What happened?

There's been a scarlet fever
outbreak at the school.

Five students were diagnosed
by the nurse and sent home.

Four of them are back now
and doing fine.

They got the antibiotics
they needed.

- But Tate hasn't returned.
- Is he okay?

Well, I stopped
by his house yesterday

to drop off some homework,
and...

I've never seen
such a sick child.

Scarlet fever
can be fatal, right?

And I didn't want to seem nosy
to his parents,

but I did ask
if they liked Tate's doctor.

And his dad said
he hadn't seen a doctor.

Do you think
it's an issue of finances?

Do they have insurance?

I don't think they do.

Is there any way that you can
help them get healthcare?

Yeah, I think I can.

Well, can you come with me
to their house

and let them know
what's available to them?

[ Inhales sharply ]
I did not do this.

I told you, someone else
is acting as Hector now.

I know.

But have you ever run across
the guy in this picture?

[ Sighs ]

No.

Is his name lan Whitmore?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

How do you know that?

Educated guess.

Remember when I borrowed
your Bronco

to look into
the other Hector incident?

Well, the victim
of that attack

was a heroin addict
named Rusty Ames.

Apparently,
Hector came after Rusty,

wanting to know where to find
his dealer, lan Whitmore.

Well, if this lan's a dealer,

he didn't keep any drugs
in his house.

Normally I would say
Hector confiscated the drugs,

but that was
the old Hector.

This one feels
very different.

I'll talk to Mathias

about interviewing
that heroin addict.

I need to find someone who's
seen this new Hector up close.

What are you doing?

Putting in a dead bolt.

If you're being hunted
by Hector,

you need to take
precautions.

He's a whole different kind
of violent.

Ferg: Anybody there?

Somebody, anybody?

Hello!

Is anyone in the office?

Hey, Ferg. It's Vic.

[ Sighs ]
Where is everybody?

Uh, I have no idea
where Ruby is.

I'm a little late
getting into the office.

Okay. Well, listen,
I've been trying to find out

who called in a noise complaint
this morning.

I've already cold-knocked
on a bunch of doors.

I'll check the caller ID
on Ruby's phone.

Uh, what time
did the call come in?

About 8:20.

I've got the number. Do you want me
to run a reverse phone directory,

-get an address for you?
- That'd be great.

All right, hold on a second.
[ Clears throat ]

Why didn't you just call me
on my cellphone?

I would have come in sooner
and just done this for you.

Walt took my phone.

And kept it?
That's weird.

Okay, I got it.

Your noise complaint came from
Brady Dukes at 428 Sartin Road.

Great. Thanks, Vic.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Knock on door ]

Zach?

Hey, Ferguson.

Uh...l was looking
for Brady Dukes.

- He lives here, right?
- Yeah.

Well, I mean,
not right now

'cause I'm subletting
the place from him.

Oh. Okay.

Yeah.

Um...

did you call in
a noise complaint?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
Uh...

you know, I thought about
just going over there

and dealing with him
myself,

but I was, uh --
I was pretty worked up.

- I mean, the same song playing for hours.
- Yeah.

I didn't trust myself
not to lose it.

Yeah.

Why didn't you leave your name
when you called?

I didn't want you guys
to not take it seriously

"cause it was me.

I left the department
under strained circumstances.

- Yeah, I get it.
- Yeah.

Can you tell me anything
about your neighbor?

Yeah, his -- his --
his taste in music sucks.

-[ Chuckles ]
- So...

-there's -- there's that.
-[ Laughs ]

Um, listen, I...

[ Clears throat ]

I've been wondering
if he might be a drug dealer.

-[ Suspenseful music plays ]
- Why's that?

Because people show up
at his house at all hours.

They never stay very long,

and they all look like
they're tweaking.

You ever seen a silver Suburban
parked out front?

Yeah.

Why? What's -- Is something
going on over there?

Okay. You didn't
hear this from me.

Your neighbor was murdered.

- Shit.
- I think the loud music

was used to cover up
the sound of the crime.

Shit, man.

So what, so some guy
was getting murdered over there,

-and I was just -- I was just sitting here?
- You wouldn't have known.

I could've --
I could've gone over there.

If I had just gotten up,
it might not have happened.

Zach, you can't beat yourself up
over this.

All right.
Well, um, thanks for the info.

Yeah.

Um...

It's good to see you, man.

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

What makes you so sure
this was a Hector incident?

Well, "Hector Lives"
was written at the crime scene.

Anyway, I appreciate you
taking me out to talk to Rusty.

I was half-assuming
you wouldn't help me.

You've never been willing
to pursue Hector before.

I've never had anybody file
a report against Hector before.

Who filed the report?

Rusty.

Hector did this to him?

Yeah.

Apparently, Hector got angry
that Rusty couldn't tell him

where to find his drug dealer,
lan Whitmore.

Henry thinks Malachi
is behind this new Hector.

You talked to Henry
about this?

Henry and Nighthorse
were run off the road

by Hector
a couple weeks back.

Well, I understand
Malachi going after them.

He's angry
about the banishment.

But why would Malachi
use Hector

to punish drug users
and dealers?

Those are his people.

[ Doorbell rings ]

- Hi, Ms. Long. Good to see you again.
- You too.

- This is my friend Cady Longmire.
- Hi.

Just wanted to stop by
and see how Tate was,

and bring him something
from his classmates.

Oh, look at that.
Well, come on in.

[ Dramatic music plays on TV ]

[ Man screaming on TV ]

Elena:
Tate, look who's here.

Tate The Great!
[ Laughs ]

[ Weakly ]
Hey, Ms. Long.

Micah, you remember Ms. Long,
Tate's teacher.

I do. Hi.

How ya doing, Tate?

Sorry I couldn't finish
the homework you brought.

I was too tired.

Don't you worry
about that, okay?

Oh, hey.
I got something for you.

It's from the class.
Everybody signed it.

Elena: Oh, look!

Everybody's thinking of you.

Rusty?

[ Knocking at door ]

Open up.

He's not there.

Hasn't been around
in a good, long while.

Yeah?
What's a good, long while?

Couple weeks.

That's when I talked to Rusty
at the station.

Far as I'm concerned,
that junkie can stay gone.

[ Doorknob rattling ]

There's a key under the ashtray
right there,

if you wanna
let yourselves in.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Rusty?

Hello?

Hello?

Rusty?

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

Nothing.
He's not in here.

What kind of user
leaves his drugs behind?

A dead one?

Maybe Hector paid
Rusty another visit.

Rusty asked me to put him
in a witness-relocation program.

I had to break it to him I don't
have the resources for that.

Maybe he's just too scared
to come home.

I don't blame him.

This new Hector
means business.

Shit!

So, I run a legal-aid clinic
on the Res.

- Mm-hmm.
- Ms. Long told me

that you haven't been able
to get Tate

the medical attention
that he needs.

I came along to see if I could
help you find ways to get it,

in case you don't have
health insurance.

Yeah, we don't, even though
we both work full-time jobs.

That's not a problem,
though,

because there's this thing
called the Kid Care CHIP program

where your child can get
medical treatment for free.

I can actually take care
of most of the application.

All that you would need
to do is

fill out this section
right here,

and I could get
Tate admitted

to the Durant Regional Hospital
immediately.

Um, we are aware
of the Kid Care program.

We're treating him here --

hot soup, lots of liquids,
Tylenol.

- I think Tate needs antibiotics.
- We've done our research.

We know all about the drugs
they would prescribe,

and we know they can be
just as harmful as the illness.

It's just penicillin.

[ Inhales sharply ]

Penicillin...

can cause
anaphylactic shock.

-[ Sighs ]
- It could kill you.

Are you refusing treatment
on religious grounds?

No, not religious --
historical.

Both Elena and I
and our families

were abused
by a Western society

that claimed
to be "helping."”

I was removed from my home
when I was a baby, and by

the age of 5, I lived in 44
different foster homes.

Elena: And after my mother
gave birth to me,

they sterilized her
against her will

at the very hospital you're
threatening to take our son to.

- Well, Mr. and Mrs. Dawson -- - When
you accept "help” from the white man,

they take something from you
that you can never get back.

My son has been able to sleep
under the same roof

every night of his life.

And I plan
to keep it that way.

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Zach:
Uh, Ferguson, it's me.

Uh, somebody just went
into the dead guy's house.

There's a red Camaro
parked out front.

Who is this?

Walt?

Yeah.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

-[ Cellphone ringing ]
- Um...

Hello?

Hello.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Jacob: 16 arrows?

Sounds like he was killed
by Comanches.

Not Comanches.

Hector.

How do you know that?

Because "Hector Lives"
was carved into this guy's skin.

[ Sighs ]

What would you suggest
I do?

Double down on security?

Actually, I think you should let
your entire security team go.

- What?
- You and I both know

that Hector is trying
to get to us.

I think the best way
to lure him out and catch him

is to drop the security detail
and appear to be unprotected.

We will have Walt here,
lying in wait,

-and when Hector attacks...
- Okay, hey.

Setting aside the fact
that I'm...

I'm not so interested
in letting go of my security

when I find out this new Hector
is more dangerous than ever,

I don't love the idea

of putting my life
in Walt Longmire's hands.

He knows I'm about to
testify against him.

I don't see
a lot of incentive

for him to be
protecting me right now.

[ Sighs ]

Henry.

So you know,
for your own protection,

you're welcome
to stay at my home anytime.

Thank you for the offer.

But I cannot live my life
in hiding anymore.

I didn't tell you about Zach
'cause I didn't know

it was him that called in
the noise complaint.

I only knew once I went over
to the house that he's renting.

Once ll did know,
I couldn't call you.

Actually, you could.
I had a cellphone.

Yeah, but I didn't.

Can I have it back?

Why does Zach now think
he can call you

with information
about the case?

Well, it's a good thing
he did call.

We wouldn't know anything
about this guy

who still appears
to be in the house.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Door creaking ]

[ Rustling ]

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

- What are you looking for?
- Whoa.

Um, hey, now. I'm just --
I'm looking for my friend.

Ian?

Yeah.

You think you're gonna find him
in that drawer?

[ Laughs ]

What are you really
looking for?

All right.

You're under arrest
for breaking and entering!

I have a key! Me and lan
are business partners.

Ferg, let me have
your phone.

[ Sighs ]

Let me show you
where your business partner is.

Oh, shit.

[ Groans ] Uh --

Someone else
was looking for lan, too.

Looks like
they found him first.

- Any chance they might be looking for
you, as well? - Uh --

You guys -- You guys -- You got to
-- You got to -- You got to help me.

You got to --
You got to protect me.

- You got to start talking.
- Okay. lan, uh...

he'd, uh --
he'd sell the occasional, um...

Drug?

Yeah.

Which means you, too, right?
You're business partners.

I'm like a --
I'm a passive investor.

- Come on, you're wasting our time.
- I'm telling you the truth!

- What do you wanna know?
- Who are you scared of?

Who do you think
did this to lan?

Goddamn Indian!

[ Sighs ] We never should have
started selling on the Res.

-[ Sighs ]
- What Indian?

He was dumb. He was big.

He -- He got all up in our shit
a couple weeks ago.

He said either
we start pushing his product

and we start forking over, like,

a huge percentage
of the profits,

or -- [ Sighs ] or we're done
selling on the Res.

- What did you say?
- We just said --

We said what anybody would say.

We said, like, you know,
"Screw you, Chief.

It's a free country.”
And we -- we're not stupid.

We -- We moved the operation
to lan's house, and we...

we told the Res customers
to come here.

So you ignored the Indian?

Oh! I'll bet
he stole the stash, too.

Is that what you were looking
for inside, your heroin?

[ Sighs ]

Can you describe
the man who threatened you?

Was he wearing
a black hood?

No. I told you,
he was an Indian.

Is this him?

No. He's, uh, bigger,
younger.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

That's him.

Thank you.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Crashes ]

[ Insects chirping ]

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

[ Heart beating ]

[ Water running ]

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

[ Door slams ]

Whoa, whoa! Hey, Henry!

Take it easy!
Agent Decker, remember?

From Cheyenne?
[ Sighs ]

Sorry. I did not know
it was you.

So you pull a gun? That's kind
of an intense response.

You okay?

Yes.

I am fine.

Yeah, sorry
I caught you by surprise.

I got your bartender
to let me stay behind

after she closed up.

Power of the badge,
right?

I see.

I get it,
why you're jumpy, though.

Ever since you
and Mr. Nighthorse

came to see us
about that Malachi guy,

we've been looking into him,
and, uh...

seems like
a pretty bad character.

So, my team and I,
we've been looking into

these two sets of books
you have for this place,

and we just need to clarify
a few things.

It must be important if it
cannot wait until the morning.

Actually, it is.

I think we're pretty close
to finding him.

- Malachi?
- Mm-hmm.

Where is he?

I'm afraid
I can't tell you that.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Catori, is everything okay?
Did something happen to Tate?

He's gonna die if I don't do
something about it.

And I can't just stand by
and let that happen.

I just don't know
what else we can do.

We've already
informed the parents.

I want to get a court order

and have him legally removed
from his home.

I want to take custody
of him myself.

- Catori, you can't.
- Just temporary custody.

Just long enough for him to get the
treatment he needs to stay alive.

Can you help me do this?

[ Telephone ringing ]

- Hello?
- So, your trial starts again today?

- Yep.
- How are you feeling?

Doomed.

Well, this might
brighten your day.

The Feds are stepping up
their search for Malachi.

They paid me a visit
last night.

- Really?
- Apparently,

they have brought the DEA
into the investigation.

They are finding evidence
that Malachi

-is still active in the drug trade.
- Me too.

The heroin dealer
that Hector killed

was threatened by Darius.

He was told to stop
selling on the Res,

unless it was Darius' product,
which means Malachi's product.

So, you are thinking
that the new Hector is Darius?

I am.

But just because
we think we know who Hector is

doesn't make him
any easier to find...

-[ Dramatic music plays ]
-...or any less dangerous.

I know.

But better to know
someone is coming is for you.

Yup.

See ya, Henry.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Dramatic music continues ]

[ Sighs ]

Oh. Uh, hey, Sheriff.
Uh, Ruby let me in.

- She said it would be okay.
- It's fine, Zach.

- It's fine.
- Yeah.

What's going on?

I don't know if -- if Ferg
told you, but I've been...

He did, uh, eventually.

And that was me
on the phone.

Yep. Yeah,
I figured that out, too.

I'm sorry that I --
that I hung up.

I just --
I panicked, and --

You're not in trouble,
Zach.

You -- You didn't
do anything wrong.

Did you?

[ Chuckles ] No. No, sir.

Well, because you made
that noise complaint,

we found the victim
sooner than we might have.

And the call you made yesterday led
us to someone who knew the victim,

so we got
some good information.

Well, I'm --
I'm glad to hear it.

[ Sighs ] Okay.

I haven't been, uh...totally
honest with you, Sheriff.

There's this, uh...
it's all...

What's this?

Uh, dates, times,
and license-plate numbers

of all the vehicles that stopped
by the victim's house

for the past couple weeks.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Including the length
of the visits.

Down to the minute.

I always suspected
something was going on.

Why didn't you
give us this before?

'Cause it makes me look
kinda crazy.

You ever see
a silver Suburban there?

Yeah.

It was the last one that I saw before
I called in the noise complaint.

- The last one?
- Yeah.

Here.

And this was
the license-plate number?

Yes, sir.

Huh.

You always were
a good cop, Zach.

-[ Clears throat ]
-[ Knock at door ]

Sheriff, I --

Zach.

- Hey.
- Ferg.

Zach here has, uh,

given us vehicles
and license-plate numbers

of people that were going
in and out of lan's house

before his death.

I'd like you
to track them down.

Maybe we can get some leads into
our Hector imposter, Darius.

I'd go with you,
but I need to be in court.

Okay. Um, do you want me
to bring Zach?

[ Soft music plays ]

It's probably better
that you go with Mathias.

I'm assuming a lot
of these people are clients

of lan's from the Res.

Can we hold on
to your notebook?

Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks, Zach.

Ferg, if you find out
who owns that silver Suburban

from the last page,
you call me immediately --

even if it means
interrupting me in court.

Okay.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Ladies and gentlemen,
I want to apologize

for the delay
in these court proceedings.

Now, I'm not sure
what you might have heard

or read in the papers,
but you may have read

that Tucker Baggett
was shot dead,

apparently by the defendant's
friend and former boss.

Objection! That is unbelievably
prejudicial, bordering on corrupt!

Overruled, Counselor.

I am not an attorney or a witness.
You don't get to object to me!

I shouldn't have to, but I do.
And I want it on the record.

Counselor, sit down.

Now.

Anyway, the delay was meant

to give the plaintiff's
new attorney

a chance to get himself
up to speed on the case.

Alright. Mr. Bishop.
Are you?

- Up to speed?
- I am, Your Honor.

Then you may call
your first witness.

[ Door opens ]

Cady: Hey.

Is there a reason
you have a gun?

I've decided to be a little more
cautious since the...

abduction.

That's sort of
why I'm here.

Oh?

Do you know something about
Darius, where he might be?

No.

But as you know, I have a history
of taking on clients like him

that aren't exactly
trustworthy.

And I don't want to make
that mistake again.

Do you, by any chance,
know Catori Long?

She teaches 6th grade at the
Red Water Elementary School.

I have known Catori
for quite some time.

What kind of person
is she?

I went to school with her
brother, who is in prison now.

Her parents were not
model citizens.

Perfect.

But Catori managed
to get out.

She went to college.

She could have gotten a job
anywhere,

but she came back to the Res

and dedicated her life
to teaching our children.

I can think of no greater
character endorsement than that.

Wow.

I think that covers it.
[ Chuckles ]

Thank you, Henry.

Do you mind if I ask
what this is about?

Yeah. Um...

Catori's trying to get
temporary custody of a child

to help him get medical
attention and save his life.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

I can certainly understand
not wanting to lose

any more of our children.

Exactly, which is why
I'm trying to get this case

in front of the Tribal Courts
as soon as possible --

tomorrow, hopefully.

Cady, I do not think
you understand

how the Tribal Courts work.

You will be lucky to get
in front of them in a month.

But a child's life
is at stake.

And you are white.

If you want a judge
to hear this case quickly,

you are going to need the help
of the Tribal Council.

Okay.

How do I do that?

Well, you do know somebody on
the council who could help you.

- I do?
- Not too long ago,

you were beating him
about the head and shoulders

with a large stick.

[ Sighs ]

Ferg: Okay.

So, of the 30 vehicles
that Zach identified

in front of
lan Whitmore's house,

25 of them are registered
to people on the Res.

You sound judgy.

What? No, no.
I'm just counting.

- Mm-hmm.
- Just..fact.

Hey. I think
that's one of the cars.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

I remember a description
of a blue Oldsmobile.

Yeah, there it is --
blue Oldsmobile.

Is it
the same license plate?

I don't know.
Flip around. Let's see.

All right.

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Oh, shit.

No license plate.

Well, that's illegal.

[ Siren wailing ]

Oh!

Oh!

Huh. I think
that might be one of our guys.

Mr. Nighthorse, do you recognize
this bumper sticker?

Yes, I do.

These were bumper stickers

designed to oppose the building
of your casino, correct?

- Yes.
- Would you tell the court

who designed and distributed
these bumper stickers?

- Martha Longmire.
- The wife of the defendant?

That's right.

So, Walt's not a fan.

I guess not.

In fact,

when Walt Longmire lost
the battle against your casino,

did he not begin a campaign
of harassment against you?

Objection!
What does any of this have to do

with the wrongful death
of Barlow Connally?

We waited more than
a couple of days

to get to the bottom
of the murder of Tucker Baggett.

We can wait a touch longer for
Mr. Bishop to get to his point.

Overruled.

My point is simple.

When Walt Longmire
doesn't get what he wants,

he increases the pressure.

Now, Mr. Nighthorse,
isn't it true

that over the past five years,
Sheriff Longmire

has officially questioned you
16 times?

-17, actually.
- Oh, yes. My mistake.

Not 16, but 77 times.

And how many of those times

have resulted in an arrest
or conviction?

None.

- That's right.
- And when Walt Longmire couldn't

get any of these charges
to stick,

he went so far
as to accuse you, at gunpoint,

of killing not only his deputy,
but also his wife.

-[ Typing echoes ]
- Yes?

- The gunpoint --
- Yes or no, sir.

[ Echoing ] Yes.

[ Echoing ] Frankly, Mr. Nighthorse,
I'm concerned for your life

if Mr. Longmire
isn't stripped

of his badge and gun
immediately.

[ Echoing fades ] No further
questions, Your Honor.

Uh, uh, hang on a second there,
Mr. Milgrom.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Thank you.

What just happened?

I think juror number 12 has
written a note for the judge.

[ Sighs ] Great.
[ Clears throat ]

Sam Poteet.

I guess
we're about to find out

why he wanted to be
on this jury.

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

[ Knock at door ]

Uh, Cady.
What are you doing here?

If we're gonna get a custody
hearing, we need to make an appeal

in front of the Tribal Council
this afternoon.

But first, we have to get your house
ready for Child Inspection Services.

Do you have batteries in your smoke
alarms or carbon monoxide detectors?

I don't have smoke alarms
or carbon monoxide detectors.

- That's okay, because I do.
- Oh. Okay.

Guess who won that round.

- You?

The judge decided that the jurors
can submit written questions

if they feel there's something
an attorney is overlooking.

He's gonna read
Sam Poteet"s question.

I'm gonna try to get access to
Sam's phone and e-mail records

to prove that he and Nighthorse
have been in communication.

Judge Drood: Mr. Nighthorse,
I have a two-part question

from juror number 12.

"Was Mr. Nighthorse
in business

with the plaintiff,
Barlow Connally?"

Yes, I was.

"Given that, did Barlow's
association with the casino

make him a target
for Sheriff Longmire?”

-No.
-No?

-[ Suspenseful music plays ]
- Why not?

Because the sheriff
had no idea

that Barlow was even involved
in the casino.

Barlow's loans to me
were kept confidential.

How do you know
Walt Longmire didn't know?

Because Barlow told me.

He wanted to take advantage
of the influx of tourists

that my casino would bring.

But he never wanted Walt
to find out his long-term plans,

because, in fact,
Barlow was angling to ruin Walt.

He wanted
to take away his land

and turn it into
this massive development project

he'd cooked up.

Why should we believe you?

You're the one
with all the new customers.

Was this actually
your plan?

No.

I was never okay
with Barlow's agenda,

and I did not
participate in it.

As we've talked about,

I've had more than my share
of run-ins with the sheriff.

But, ultimately...

I believe Walt Longmire
is an honorable man.

And I'm not about to destroy
a man's name and livelihood

for the sake
of making a profit.

Truth be told, I've got
a bit of a problem, actually,

with people getting their land
taken away by rich white men.

That's all well and good,

but you have no way of proving
Barlow Connally"s intentions.

The hell I don't.

I've got e-mails,
Your Honor,

that prove all of it.

I'd like to see
these e-mails.

How 'bout we get those
submitted into evidence?

Ferg: I got a witness,
says your car was parked on Sartin Road.

Naaaaahh. No, nuh-uh.

It's a pretty distinctive car,
hard to mistake.

It's -- naaah.

So, do you remember going
to an lan Whitmore's house?

- Naaah.
- What about Hector?

- Have you seen Hector?
- No, nuh-uh.

[ Door closes ]

Okay.

That was helpful.

Guy is even more wasted than
Mr. Blue Oldsmobile in there.

Even if they slow-danced with
Hector, they wouldn't remember.

Follow me.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

- Aw. Look at Rusty.
-[ Gasps ]

This is the guy
your boss is looking for.

He can tell us
about Hector.

I hate to wake him.

He looks so peaceful.

Well, there's got to be
something big

in those e-mails
Nighthorse referred to.

Quinn Bishop just requested a
meeting with us in a couple hours.

You know what that is?

That's --
That's a settlement conference.

It can't be that easy.

I feel like you should be
a little more excited.

You know,
this is a good thing.

It doesn't feel like it.

Well, you know,

sometimes good things
feel weird.

Jacob:
[ Speaking indistinctly ]

This is to inform you that...

Jacob?

Excuse me, Trevor.

What are you doing here?

This is Catori Long.
She's a teacher at Red Water.

We're working together and hoping to
get an audience with the Tribal Council?

Well, I'm afraid
the agenda is set for today.

I understand, but this --
this case is time-sensitive.

The life of a child
is at stake.

[ Sighs ] Okay.

I'll see what I can do.

- Jacob?
- Yeah?

Thank you.

I haven't done anything
yet, Cady.

No, for what you did
at my dad's trial.

I heard the prosecution
wants a settlement conference.

I haven't found the owner
of the silver Suburban,

but I thought this was
worth the interruption.

Mathias and I
found Rusty.

I got Mathias to wait before
we questioned him about Hector.

All right.

How's the trial going?

Weird.

Walt: So, Hector beat you?

It ain't right.

I can't even
walk into my own house.

That's how damn scared I am.
I asked you to help me, man!

And we want to.
We want to stop this Hector.

But you're the only person
who can identify him.

Take a look what he did
to his last victim, Rusty.

- You see that?
- No, no, no, no, man.

You told us
he was wearing a mask.

Can you remember
anything else at all?

- I don't know.
- Did he drive a silver Suburban?

- I don't know.
- If you help us find him,

we can throw him
in the jail,

and you can go home
to your drugs.

I remember he talked a lot.

We need physical descriptions,
Rusty!

Did you see his shoes? Or were
they boots, maybe blue boots?

I don't know.
He had my head against a wall.

I couldn't look down.
He was talking in my ear!

- Was he big? Small?
- I don't know -- neither.

- He was more scary than big.
- What does that mean, Rusty?

I don't know, I don"t know, I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!

- I don't know, I don't know!
- Come here.

What are you doing?!

- What are you doing?
- Come on.

He had your head against a wall.
Was it like that?

Yeah! I guess so, yeah!

Okay. Was he my size?

Maybe a little bigger?

No. He wasn't
as big as you.

He was -- He was, like,
face-to-face with me

when he was coming after me.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure!

I don't think I'll ever forget
that motor-mouthed psycho

as long as I live!

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

So, what do you think?

If I know two things
about Darius,

it's that he's big
and he's not a talker.

I know he's our only lead
right now,

but I don't think
Darius is Hector.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Sighs ]

Cady: So, without your help
intervening on Tate's behalf,

we're afraid that he might die.

Thank you for the chance
to make this appeal.

Why aren't
the child's parents here?

What do they have to say?

They don't support getting
treatment for their son.

Do they even know
you're here?

Not to my knowledge.

So, do you know for certain
that the child is gonna die?

Sorry?

Are you 100% certain
that without treatment,

this child will die?

No, I'm not 100% certain
that he will,

just like you can't be
100% certain that he won't.

It's not up to us
to decide.

But you are deciding, right?
You're judging.

You're -- You are siding

with the values
of Western medicine,

making a prognosis
about this child's future,

and ripping him
from his home.

It's just
temporary custody.

So you say.

But things don't always work
like that.

I was 7 when I was taken
from my home.

White man said it was
for my health and safety.

My health and safety
were never at risk.

And I imagine this is a story
that many of us here can tell.

The "wisdom
of the white man"

has so often been detrimental
to our nation.

But it's staggering
how hard we've had to fight

for the right to raise our own
children in the way we see fit.

I don't need
to hear any more.

Shall we vote?

Hugo: Those in favor of bringing
this case before a tribal judge?

All those opposed?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Sorry I'm late.
Got a little lost.

This would have been
a lot easier in town.

Well, easier for you,
not my client.

Anyway, I think
we can all agree

that this trial has dragged on
way too long.

So we'd like to propose
a settlement.

How much?

$250,000.

Exactly the amount
covered by the county.

So I wouldn't have to pay
a penny out of my own pocket?

- That's right.
- Where do I sign?

Nowhere!
You don't sign anywhere.

You take this deal,
you're admitting you did something wrong.

I know this man,
and he did nothing wrong.

And I know if you're willing to
accept that small a settlement,

those e-mails Nighthorse
handed over must be incendiary.

And you don't want them read
in court, do you?

- You want to risk continuing the trial?
- I do.

I want the jury hearing every
word of Barlow's correspondence,

read slowly
in multiple languages.

And when it's over and that jury
rules in our favor,

I'm gonna make you
and the Connally Estate

pay the entire cost
of this trial,

including
the exorbitant legal fees

Walt Longmire has had to pay

defending himself
against this bullshit.

We'll see you in court.

Now...

hang on.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

So that's it.
He dropped the whole case.

- Told you I was good.
- Did you?

- I must not have been listening.
-[ Chuckles ]

What are you gonna do
to celebrate?

Go to work.

[ Slow music plays ]