Original subtitles

Previously on "Dark Winds"...

Seems to be the problem, officers?

The boy that was murdered, Mr. Cata.

Best friend, George Bowlegs.

Either one of them ever come around here?

Girl knows something she's not telling us.

Man: Goes by "Budge." Works for Spencer.

Man: Heard you were looking for me.

Here I am.

Did she take my gun?

Suzanne? He lied about my truck.

[Gun fires]

Woman: That Washington lady's been on the phone all morning.

Some kids found a body in a ravine.

Do you realize what you've done?!

I did what I had to do.

[tense music]

[singer vocalizing]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[engine revving]

[groans]

[horn blaring]

["Cocaine Blues"]

♪ Early one morning ♪

♪ Makin' my rounds ♪

♪ Took a shot of cocaine, and I shot my woman down ♪

♪ Went right home, and I went to bed ♪

You got a phone?

♪ Beneath my head ♪

♪ Woke up the next morning, grabbed that gun ♪

♪ Took a shot of cocaine, and away I run ♪

♪ I've made a good run, but I went too slow ♪

♪ They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico ♪

[phone ringing]

AGS Industries.

How may I direct your call?

Extension 119.

I'm sorry, sir.

Can you repeat that?

119.

Hold, please.

[phone ringing]

Tell Mr. Spenser that we had to shut down,

that everything's cleared out,

that they'll never know we were there

or where we're going

or that we had anything to do with you.

Everything's gone.

Everybody's gone.

You have my word.

You got nothing to worry about.

Hello?

Good luck.

["Bitch"]

[sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

♪ I'm feeling so tired ♪

♪ Can't understand it ♪

♪ Just had a fortnight's sleep ♪

♪ I'm feeling drunk

♪ Juiced up and sloppy ♪

♪ Ain't touched a drink all night ♪

♪ I'm feelin' hungry

♪ Can't see the reason ♪

♪ Just ate a horse meat pie ♪

♪ Yeah, when you call my name ♪

♪ I salivate like a Pavlov dog ♪

♪ Yeah, when you lay me out

♪ My heart's beating louder than a big bass drum ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, you got to mix it, child, you got to fix ♪

♪ It must be love ♪

♪ It's a bitch ♪

♪ Yeah, you got to mix it, child, you got to fix ♪

♪ It must be love ♪

♪ It's a bitch, all right ♪

♪ Yeah, when you call my name ♪

♪ I salivate like a Pavlov dog ♪

♪ Yeah, when you lay me out ♪

♪ My heart's pumping louder than a big bass drum ♪

[booming]

♪ Come on, girl ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

[moody guitar music]

♪ ♪

[thudding, creaking]

[suspenseful music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

♪ ♪

[grunts softly]

[sighs]

Tell you, Joe,

I can't even eat one damn meal in peace no more.

Now they're sticking their oars in my breakfast.

And that looks like a red truck.

Yeah.

What do you got?

Factory tire.

Small sedan.

Another Ford, maybe.

You?

Confirmed the powder Chee found

at the farmstead is cocaine.

You have any idea what Bernadette's picture

was doing out there?

Well, I take it, it wasn't because one of them animals

had a crush on her.

What reason you suppose they'd have to kill a kid?

Maybe Cata figured out what they were doing out there.

Halsey got afraid he'd talk.

You got any ideas?

One.

That's better than none.

Barbara's got you on the rabbit food again, huh?

[scoffs]

40 years, man.

She still wants me svelte.

Well...

could be worse.

Yeah.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

What?

Emma knows, Gordo.

About Vines.

She heard it on the radio.

She asked me if I knew what happened to him.

To which you said you wished you did,

but you didn't, because that'd be

about the only sensical thing you could say to that.

Mm.

Can't lie to her, Gordo.

Never could. Never have.

♪ ♪

[engine rumbling]

Thanks for breakfast,

and for not saying it.

Saying what?

That you warned me about Budge.

Mm-hmm.

Now I don't have to.

[soft music]

[sighs]

What are those?

Flowers are for dates.

And like you said, this ain't a date.

♪ ♪

Well, it could be...

a date.

What, driving to the border to save your ass?

You didn't save my ass.

Yeah, I did.

Point taken.

♪ ♪

How about a rain check then?

I'd like that.

But they're yours... if you want 'em.

I do want them.

Thanks...

for the ride.

No problem.

[line ringing]

Hello?

- Hey, it's Chee. - Hey.

I found your photo on a bulletin board

in a drug house.

It's your official Border Patrol ID photo.

Found it along with a bunch of others,

jurisdictions from where you are to here.

Name Michael Halsey mean anything to you?

No.

What about AGS Industries?

No.

[tense music]

Bern, we both know there's only one way

that someone outside your office

can get ahold of your official ID photo.

From someone inside of my office.

Right.

Is there anyone down there you can trust?

♪ ♪

Yeah.

I gotta go.

Thanks for the heads up.

Bern...

[phone ringing]

All is quiet.

They just brought her some food.

[speaking Diné]

Good morning.

You saved me.

You shouldn't have done that.

You should have left me and gone after

that son of a bitch.

No.

We're gonna catch him.

You should eat something.

[electricity buzzing]

I knew he was up to something.

I didn't look 'cause I didn't want to see.

But deep down, Ernesto...

he was just a kid.

Yeah.

You should drink some water.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

I saw it, you know.

What?

Where I'm going.

♪ ♪

I thought it was a dream, but it was real.

This desert wasteland,

that's where I saw...

[echoing] That's where I saw...

it.

It crawled out of this arroyo,

snatched my ankle,

dragged me into the wash.

I fought it as hard as I could till I saw its face.

Those eyes...

I've never seen anything so dead.

When I woke up, I was staring at you.

[buzzing stops]

Where's Halsey, Suzanne?

Where would he go?

I don't know.

You know something, and you know him.

He knows we're looking for him.

He's not gonna be on the road.

Hey, he's somewhere.

Where do you think?

I told you I don't know.

Come on.

Suzanne, I need you to think about it a little bit more.

Come on.

Think.

There's a motel.

We went there sometimes to get away, you know?

OK.

I remember there were two motels,

one right near the other.

Good. That... that's good.

You think he'd come for me here?

I'm gonna make sure he doesn't.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

♪

Ed Henry keeps the photos

locked up in his office, right?

Are you suggesting our boss is part of

an interstate drug trafficking ring?

Are you suggesting that he couldn't be?

Yes, I am.

Were... are there copies of the photos that anyone has?

I don't know.

Have you told anyone else about this?

No.

- Morning. - Morning.

Don't,

because if it is Ed Henry behind this,

we're gonna have to come in guns blazing.

We only get one shot.

[tense music]

OK.

♪ ♪

What are you doing here?

We gotta talk.

I didn't think you'd want to do it on the phone.

So you got in your car,

and you drove eight hours to see me?

Six.

Lead foot.

[speaking Diné]

You know, I'm worried about you.

Yeah, well, I'm out of your jurisdiction, Chee.

Are you?

I got a shift.

Meet me at the way station, highway 10, mile marker 402.

[engine rumbling]

These are good.

So AGS leases that farmstead where I found your photo.

They were posing as farmers.

Obviously, they're running drugs.

AGS also owns an oil company here, Spenser Oil.

You heard of it?

Tom Spenser.

He's a big deal down here.

He's got a big spread, and I've been surveilling it.

Why?

I thought someone there was trafficking women.

[tense music]

Maybe you're right about the trafficking,

wrong about the women.

That would explain why your photo was on a wall up there.

Unfortunately, it doesn't explain how it got there.

♪

Don't tell me.

They know you've been surveilling them, don't they?

Yes.

But I've never seen anything there

that would lead me to believe they were smuggling drugs.

[truck approaching]

[horn blaring]

Go on.

Unless...

Unless what?

What if the tankers were full of coke, not oil,

and they were running them up the rez

to distribute them from there?

That wouldn't be the craziest thing I've ever heard.

You said you stopped one of their tankers?

Mm-hmm.

It was carrying oil, but maybe it's not every tanker.

So all of the companies AGS owns are stateside,

except one, Sol del Oro Refinery in...

both: Juarez.

That's just across the border from Spenser Ranch.

The trucks load up down there,

sneak in through the ranch's back door.

I'm gonna need everything you have on Tom Spenser.

If I could tie him to Halsey,

prove that they're moving the coke,

then we'd have our motive

for why Halsey killed Ernesto Cata.

Yeah.

♪

[grunts]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[thuds]

[grunts]

Drop it.

♪

[soft music]

[horse whinnying]

♪ ♪

You going out?

I'm gonna head back in, so...

I think we caught him.

The boy's killer.

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

[phone ringing]

Navajo Tribal Police.

Yeah.

Yeah, hold on.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant. - Yeah.

I've got Chee on line two for you.

Are they both here to see Agent Washington?

Yep.

I guess she really is meeting with everyone, huh?

Yeah.

I'll take it at my desk.

[speaking Diné]

[speaking Diné]

[electricity buzzing]

Hey, Bigman, can you fix those lights, please?

Hey, Chee.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down.

Yeah, hold on.

Let me... let me grab a pen.

Tell me about your relationship

with George Bowlegs and Ernesto Cata.

I don't know 'em.

Well, your girlfriend says you do.

[scoffs]

That dumb junkie?

She's lying.

And nobody will ever believe her.

A jury might when she testifies under oath.

You lied about being with her

the night Ernesto Cata was murdered.

And then she said that you borrowed

her red truck that night.

And we'll remind the jury that a red truck

was spotted near where Cata's body was found.

Yeah, the puzzle pieces are starting to fit together,

Mr. Halsey.

And the picture they make don't look too good for you.

You weren't with Suzanne that night.

You were looking for George and Ernesto

'cause they knew what you were doing out there.

You're wrong.

OK, I'm wrong.

Tell me where you were then.

I was at a diner up at a truck stop on 571.

The waitress there refilled my cup at least ten times.

She'll remember me.

I was there all night.

With Tom Spenser?

AGS holds a lease on your farm's land.

They also own Spenser Oil and Spenser Ranch.

So?

So that's big overhead right there,

and selling chickpeas don't pay for it.

I'm a farmer, that's all.

I don't know anybody named Spenser.

And I'm not the guy that you think I am.

Here's what I think, Michael.

I think George Bowlegs and Ernesto Cata,

two innocent boys, stumbled across the truth

that you're running drugs out of your farmstead.

And you're worried if your boss, Tom Spenser,

found out, that you would be in trouble,

maybe the worst kind of trouble.

So you had to make sure those two boys didn't talk.

I didn't kill that kid!

I didn't kill that kid, man.

As convincing as you hope that is,

we just might be able to prove you did.

- [groans] - Yeah.

While I don't know the big man personally,

I suspect that Tom Spenser

ain't gonna do nothin' to save your ass.

Fine.

Fine.

OK.

Make me an offer,

and I'll tell you everything you need to know.

No.

No deals.

Hold on now.

What do you have in mind?

Immunity for the drug charges in writing.

I swear to God, I didn't kill that kid.

But I can tell you stories

about Spenser...

that you won't believe.

Hey, I know what you're gonna say,

but right now, we ain't got the horses, Joe.

We got the red truck.

Red truck's all burned up.

We got motive. We got second-rate alibi.

We don't know about that till we get down to that diner

and see if he's full of shit.

It was him at the cabin.

It had to be.

Look, this is the part of police work

that's about to drive me out of police work.

But we gotta do this by the book.

That's what you'd be telling me.

I'm gonna call Judge Garcia and set up the deal,

and then we'll have another sit down with our man, yeah?

- Lieutenant. - Yeah?

Can I borrow you?

I need a translator for a quick deposition.

Of course.

Anything I can do to help.

Sir.

[ominous music]

♪

You'll be happy to hear I parked my own trailer

next to my mom's hogan.

Oh, wow.

You really are home.

I feel like I'm 12 again.

Not exactly an age you want to be twice.

Not to mention Shorty Bowlegs.

It turns out he's not that bad.

What?

The guy's an asshole and a bully.

Yeah, I'll admit, dude's got some issues.

Uh, he ran you off the rez and stole your home.

[indistinct rock music playing]

♪ ♪

Well, if you want it back,

you're just gonna have to take it back.

Otherwise, you're not really living.

You're just hiding.

I don't think you want to hide anymore, do you?

You miss it?

Of course.

So what are you doing down here?

Living or hiding?

Hey, Bern.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Sorry.

Ivan Muños.

Jim Chee.

Uh, Jim and I used to work together up on the rez.

You down here on a job or what?

Well, they say if you love your work,

it's not really work, so...

Well, I'll let you guys catch up.

It's nice to meet you.

You too.

I'll call you later.

OK.

[speaking Diné]

Joe wants me back by the morning.

Hey, you can't drive eight hours

through the night... or six.

I'll stop somewhere.

And stay where, in some fleabag motel?

No.

Bern, I didn't come here to hijack your life.

Then hijack my couch.

It's one night.

What's your occupation?

[speaking Diné]

[speaking Diné]

He's a sheepherder.

Hmm.

Do you run your herd near Rock Point?

Rock Point.

[speaking Diné]

- [speaking Diné] - Yeah.

Were you in the area on November 21, 1971?

November 21, 1971.

[speaking Diné]

- [speaking Diné] - Yeah.

What did you see?

[speaking Diné]

[speaking Diné]

What did he say, Lieutenant?

He saw a truck drive by,

turn down an access road, and stop.

Stop where?

[speaking Diné]

[speaking Diné]

Witness confirms he saw a truck stop near the location

where Vines's body was found.

Did you see what kind of truck?

[speaking Diné]

GMC.

Did you see a license plate?

[speaking Diné]

[speaking Diné]

No.

Did you get a look at the driver?

[tense music]

♪

[speaking Diné]

♪

[speaking Diné]

It was too dark.

Hmm.

Thank you for your time.

- [speaking Diné] - [clears throat]

[both speaking Diné]

♪ ♪

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

How many GMCs do you think

are registered in the state of Arizona?

Well, needle in a haystack.

Mm.

Well, I found the haystack.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[soft clacking]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

Judge says it's gonna be tomorrow.

I'm headed home.

You should go too, Joe.

Yeah, I will in a while.

Good night, you two.

Yeah.

both: Night.

[phone ringing]

You have the police.

This is Bigman speaking.

An old sheepherder saw the GMC out in the desert

the night Vines went missing.

This sheepherder ID the tags?

No.

See the driver?

No.

Then it's nothing.

It is something, Gordo.

What if I missed something else?

You didn't.

You didn't miss a thing.

You know why?

'Cause you weren't there, Joe.

You weren't there.

Now let's get out of here.

Come on.

All right.

Going home for the night.

[crickets chirping]

[engine starting, revving]

[engine starting]

[engine stops]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

♪

3,562.

That's the answer to my question.

How many GMCs are registered in the state of Arizona?

Forty-seven on the Navajo reservation,

six right here at the NTP.

But only one is being driven by a man

whose son was murdered by BJ Vines.

♪ ♪

Is there something you want to ask me, Agent Washington?

I'd be remiss if I didn't.

Where were you the night

that BJ Vines disappeared, Lieutenant?

I was at home with my wife.

So if we drive to your house right now,

she would corroborate that, right?

♪ ♪

Mm-hmm.

OK.

Good night, Lieutenant.

♪ ♪

[clock ticking]

Yeah, it was good working together today.

Like old times.

Yeah.

Well, bathroom's through there.

Just let me know if you need anything.

About Ivan, the guy you met at the bar tonight, I...

I just wanted to say that...

No, you don't owe me an explanation.

I assumed, you know,

your new life here meant new relationships.

And what about you?

You met someone?

Uh-uh.

No.

That's it?

That's it.

OK.

Good night.

Good night.

[door opens, closes]

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[knocking]

Can I come in?

[door closes]

Can I sit?

Come home.

What?

I haven't stopped thinking about you since you left,

about how we left things,

about what I should have said.

[soft music]

[scoffs]

You can't just waltz in here feeling lonely

and expect me to jump to.

I'm building a life here.

Inside of a snake pit?

How are you gonna do that here?

Who do you trust?

Your boss?

Your roommate?

That guy at the bar?

[scoffs]

This is about Ivan, isn't it?

This is about us.

There is no us.

We had our chance,

and for whatever reason...

timing, bad luck... it didn't work out.

I've accepted that, and I moved on.

♪ ♪

I don't believe you.

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

[knocking]

♪ ♪

Hey.

What, you lost?

♪ ♪

No.

♪ ♪

[engine rumbling]

[dog barking]

[speaking Diné]

I need you to tell me everything that happened

the night BJ Vines disappeared, from the beginning.

When I saw it on the news that night

that he'd been released, I...

I knew what it meant.

I wouldn't say I snapped.

But I knew I wasn't gonna let him get away with it.

I had to...

I had to do something.

[solemn music]

So I went to his house, and I waited.

♪ ♪

He was surprised, but he wasn't afraid of me.

♪ ♪

Men like him are never afraid of men like me.

♪

I gave him a chance to take responsibility

for what he did to our son.

[scoffs]

Said it didn't matter,

that JJ didn't matter...

and that the whole world thought

those Indians killed themselves in an accident.

So that's... that's what they were,

just six stupid, dead Indians.

So I took him out to the desert near Rock Point,

and I forced him out of the car,

and I made him get down on his knees.

♪ ♪

And I made him beg.

♪ ♪

And then I realized I couldn't do it.

I couldn't do the one thing that I needed to do

to get justice for our boy.

♪ ♪

So I left him out there in the ravine,

knowing that the land would do what it always does,

what I couldn't.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

The land didn't kill him, Joe.

You did.

♪ ♪

And I've had to live with that.

And I'm gonna go on living with it.

I don't think I can.

♪

Emma, I told Agent Washington

I was with you the night Vines disappeared.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

[door closes]

[clears throat]

Thought you were done for the night.

Yeah.

Can't sleep.

Why don't you go home? - Really?

Yeah, go, before I change my mind.

[both speaking Diné]

[electricity buzzing]

[light flickering]

[clanking]

I'm hungry.

Yeah, well, the kitchen's closed.

[ominous music]

♪

Damn it.

[clanking]

Knock it off.

What's going on?

Relax.

It's a blown fuse.

I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

[wind whistling]

[barking in distance]

[howling]

[wind whistling]

[howling]

[screaming]

[gagging]

[thuds]

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

No, no, no, no, no.

Come on.

Hold on. Hold on.

[groaning]

Come on.

[groaning]

♪ ♪

[electricity buzzing]

[panting]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Jesus.

♪

[Speaking native language]

[Camera shutter clicking]

Spencer's smuggling coke into the country.

You better tread carefully.

Sylvia: Is there any information

you'd like to share with me at this time?

You're not the only one suffering.

I have tried to keep you out of it.

[Rapid gunfire]

We're all gonna end up paying for your sins.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪