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- [sighs]

[vehicle approaching]

[tires screech]

[car door opens, slams]

[tense music]

- [groaning]

- [speaking Diné]

What happened? [speaking Diné]

- [panting] She's coming.

- Who? Who's coming?

Oh.

Okay. Okay.

I'm here with you.

I'm here... [speaking Diné]

Just breathe.

Breathe.

[crying]

[speaking Diné]

[sobbing]

[speaking Diné]

[thudding]

[thud]

[thudding]

[engine humming]

♪ ♪

[engine turns off]

[car door slams]

- [grunting]

[panting]

[footsteps approaching]

♪ ♪

[breathing rapidly]

♪ ♪

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

[panting] No.

No, no.

[gasping] No, no, no!

[gunshots]

[moody guitar music]

♪ ♪

[camera shutter clicks]

[sheep bleating]

[camera shutter clicks]

- Chee. - I'm good.

Agent.

- Riding out to Hunt's Mesa first thing tomorrow,

and I think you should come.

- On the job?

- No, a quick sweat.

- We just turned up two bodies.

- One you inspected personally inside of a death hogan.

- [chuckles]

[horse whinnying]

- Now's the time unless you want a... [speaking Diné]

To take hold. - I'm fine.

- Emma used to say the same thing to me.

She'd give me speeches like I'm giving you now.

I was too busy. There was always a case.

- There always is.

- What I'm saying is I never prioritized it.

But I should have.

Because you'll never make it

in this line of work unless you do.

Neither will your relationships.

It helps if you're open to it.

- Thanks.

But like I said, I'm fine.

- [sighs]

We just gotta pull the van around for the old man.

- His name is Ashie Begay.

He's an elder in our community.

We haven't examined the body yet,

so why don't you relax?

[lighter clicking]

- You got as long as this takes.

[grim music]

♪ ♪

- It's through and through in the shoulder,

high caliber rifle in the back.

At distance, I'd guess.

- Two rounds to center of mass, point blank range.

Same MO as the witnesses from the diner.

- Those two at the diner didn't have their hair washed

and their shoes switched like a traditional Navajo burial.

- Not quite.

Ring's not on the index finger or the thumb.

Body's facing west, not north.

- It's not much of a cover-up.

- Then why do it?

♪ ♪

- Let's find out what Billie Tsosie knows

after we tell her what happened to her family.

- [sighs]

- Maybe we should go outside and talk about this privately.

- Just tell me.

- [sighs]

- I'm sorry, but Albert and your grandfather

were found dead.

- No, no!

[sobbing]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- [sniffs]

[water running]

[phone ringing]

- Try and start small, the basics about Albert.

Whatever you can remember will be helpful.

- I don't remember anything, okay?

[sniffles]

I mean, I haven't seen him since I was, like, nine or ten.

- Why did Albert come back here?

What were you doing with him for three days?

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

What is it?

What did he want?

- Leroy.

He--he was looking for my cousin Leroy, his brother.

- Does Leroy live on the rez?

- No, but he was here.

Albert, he had a picture.

- A picture of what?

- Leroy standing in front of an Airstream trailer

by a river with cottonwood trees and--

- You still have it, the photo?

- Albert had it.

- Well, we didn't find it anywhere.

- I still--

I still have this.

I mean, that was everywhere we looked.

You have to find Leroy.

He's the only family I have left.

You have to find him.

♪ ♪

- Started with the San Juan. Smart.

- It's the only major river with cottonwood trees.

Billie knows the rez.

That's why Albert needed her.

- Three days?

They wouldn't just miss an Airstream parked

on the banks of the San Juan.

both: Unless--

- The monsoons.

- Last month.

- They flooded the desert.

- It would have looked like a river to Albert and Billie

in the photo. - Mm-hmm. But it wasn't.

It was a wash.

- So we're looking for a wash on the rez,

ripe with cottonwoods.

Right here. - There.

[chuckles]

What?

[chuckles]

[door opens]

- Ahem. - Mm!

Hey. Hey.

- I just needed staples... [speaking Diné]

- Right. - For my stapler.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Thanks, Sergeant.

Here you go, Deputy. [clears throat]

[engine humming]

- How you doing?

How's it going?

- Okay. - Good.

That blonde woman been back here?

- Oh, you would have been the first one I called.

- Mm.

Mind if I park here and poke around a little?

- Go for it. - Thank you.

[engine turns over]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[sheep bleating]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- [sniffs]

- Son of a bitch.

- [sighs]

[chuckles]

- [chuckles]

- Well, our secret's out.

Means you can, uh--

you know, we can move in together.

That's what was holding you back, wasn't it?

- We just talked about it yesterday, Chee.

- Well, I'm not pressuring you.

I'm just saying.

The only thing better than solving crimes

with the woman I love

would be coming home to her at night.

I really do love you, Bernadette.

And I told you, I'm not gonna hold back.

- I love you, too, Chee.

- Actually, there is one thing that could beat this--

running the NTP after Leaphorn retires--

together.

- [chuckles]

- You notice he's been, uh, spending more time in sweat

than working cases these days?

You know, I think he's finally decided he's had enough.

Between the FBI agent and Emma leaving,

it was finally too much for him.

Could be any day now.

You don't think so?

- No, I don't.

- [clears throat]

That's the wash.

It was probably full of water a week ago.

- Huh.

Cottonwoods, just like Billie said.

- Sorry, officers.

You caught me on laundry day.

- Leroy Gorman?

- No, ma'am.

But shoot, I've been expecting you.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah.

Do you believe in manifestation?

- What's your name, sir?

- Uh, Phillip Grayson.

- You got ID?

- Yeah.

Inside.

- This has you listed in Albuquerque, Mr. Grayson.

- Yeah.

No, I work as a part-time janitor down at UNM

and spend my summers up here.

- Do you live here alone?

- I don't got a wife or kids, if that's what you're asking.

- It wasn't.

- We're looking for a Leroy Gorman.

He lives in a trailer just like this one.

Do you know him?

- No, I don't, but, you know, there's a lot of folks

who come and go in these parts.

[suspenseful music]

- Have you seen a green van come up this way?

- Yeah.

You know, I did, like, about a week ago.

- Are you sure it was a week ago?

- Yeah, no, positive.

Tuesday's laundry day.

- Did you get a look at the driver?

- Yeah, white chick.

You know, she was looking for a spot

to fish or something.

- Was she blonde?

The woman you saw?

- [exhales] Could have been. I don't know.

- Well, if you see that van again,

just call it into the station, okay?

Kayenta.

- I'll be happy to stop by and talk to you.

- Yeah. Thank you for your time.

- All right.

- A week ago is before Albert Gorman took Billie

from St. Catherine's.

So the killer wasn't out here looking for him.

- Well, she was looking for Leroy.

[engine turns over]

[phone rings]

- Navajo Tribal Police.

Hey, line one.

- Who is it?

- It's her.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- This is Lieutenant Leaphorn.

- It's so good to talk to you, Lieutenant.

- Who's this?

- [chuckles] You know who it is.

- What's your name?

- You're too smart to play stupid.

- I'm not playing.

This isn't a game.

- No. It's not a game.

The loss of an elder is a tragedy, even in my culture.

I tried to do it right.

Wanted to be respectful to him and to you.

- Well, thank you.

Why don't you come down here to the station in Kayenta,

and we can talk this out together respectfully?

- [chuckles] Stop playing games.

- It's an offer to end this

before anyone else gets hurt, including you.

- Me?

You care about me, Joe?

- Well, it's my job to care about everyone

on the reservation.

You're still here doing yours, aren't you?

- [laughs]

Why would you think that?

- Because the job isn't finished.

It wasn't Albert Gorman, was it?

- [chuckles]

Go ahead, Lieutenant.

Tell me what my job is.

- Albert's brother, Leroy Gorman.

♪ ♪

- Be careful.

Or I'll have to come for you.

- If whoever keeps you on their payroll

hears you never found Leroy Gorman on the reservation,

you're gonna have a big problem on your hands.

Once you're off the reservation, I can't help you.

But I can still help keep you safe.

- No, stop!

I decide who's safe and who's not, including the girl.

Drop the case.

Leave it to the Feds.

- Well, that's gonna be tough, but I'm willing to keep talking

if you want-- - Stop. No.

[sighs]

I'm giving you the choice

to keep the girl's shoes where they are.

♪ ♪

- She's out here looking for Leroy Gorman.

I think Albert showed up before she could find Leroy,

and everything went to hell.

- I just got off the phone

with the bus station clerk in Scarborough.

He said that he sold a ticket to a man named Leroy Gorman.

Bought a ticket to Flagstaff and a connection

to Los Angeles. - When was this?

- Last week.

- But why would Leroy go back to LA?

- I think there's a good chance he didn't

know anyone anywhere else.

If he's hiding from this woman, he'd do better with help.

I'll call Flagstaff, let them know about Leroy

and that we made contact with the killer.

- Okay, well, what are we gonna do about Billie?

- [sighs] We hold on to her until it's safe.

- And then what?

- Well, with Leroy gone, she doesn't have

anyone else on the reservation.

Nowhere to go but back to school.

[tense music]

- What?

- Hey.

[door closes]

♪ ♪

- [panting]

- [breathing heavily]

[birds cawing]

Do you know how many times I ran away from St. Catherine's?

15.

[sniffles]

[sighs]

One time, in protest, after being returned, I--

I climbed up the flagpole, and I wouldn't come down.

- That was you?

I can't go back there.

I could stand it when my... [speaking Diné]

Was waiting for me back home.

But I didn't even get to say goodbye.

[crying]

[birds cawing]

[Jay Begaye's "Saving Dookóóslííd"]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Diné]

[both speaking Diné]

- [sighs]

[engine humming]

[engine stops]

[horse whinnying]

- [groans]

[distant dog barking]

[bottle pops, hisses]

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

- So, um...

what's gonna happen to me?

- Well, for now you stay with me.

Protective custody until it's safe.

- And after you get tired of playing babysitter?

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- I don't know.

You may have to go back to St. Catherine's,

at least for a little while.

- I'm not going back there.

- I know it's not ideal.

But you'll get through it.

I did.

♪ ♪

- So where's my cousin Leroy?

- He bought a bus ticket back to LA.

Whatever he's mixed up in, it's bad.

- You're gonna look for him, right?

- [sighs]

The NTP doesn't have the resources

to find a person in LA.

And even if we did, we can't operate off the rez.

Hey.

When things settle down, I'll make some calls.

Sergeant Chee knows some people out there,

but it's gonna take some time.

- I don't have time.

- I know it feels that way right now.

But you gotta have some patience.

And I need you to trust me.

- [sniffles] Can I?

- [breathes in]

[vehicle approaching]

[engine stops]

- Leaphorn thinks that the killer was in his house

when she called.

Sent me to help keep watch.

- Well, I'll take the company.

[sighs]

[horses whinnying]

- [sighs]

[groans]

Oh. Oh.

[sighs]

How's the girl?

- Mm, she's scared.

But she'll be okay.

- You're really good with her.

[chuckles] She trusts you.

- There's something I have to tell you.

You're not gonna like it.

- Okay.

- [sighs]

You're right about Joe.

He's retiring.

And he asked me to take his place when he goes.

- What do you mean?

- As lieutenant to run the NTP.

- [sighs]

- He asked me not to say anything until it's official.

- So when I asked you today if you thought he was retiring,

you knew all this?

- I'm sorry.

- [sighs]

- I'm sorry.

Joe wanted to be the one to tell you.

What was I supposed to do?

- Not lie.

[tense music]

[sighs]

How long have you been keeping this from me?

- Since before I came back to work.

- [scoffs]

So you came back because Joe offered you the job,

not because I wanted you to?

- [scoffs] It's my dream, Jim.

You know, I thought you, out of all people,

would understand that.

Jim.

- I think I better take first watch.

- Hey, Jim.

Please.

J--

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

Well, shit.

I didn't think you could wake up this early.

[horse whinnying]

- Couldn't sleep.

- [sighs] When I ride back from Hunt's Mesa, I swear,

I feel like I've slept for a week.

- So this is how you think you'll spend your days?

You know, after you retire?

- I don't know.

Come on. We got a long ride ahead of us.

- No.

I'd rather not hear you spout your bullshit

for a six-hour ride up and back.

You do know what you're doing after you retire.

You know exactly.

When were you planning to tell me?

After you cleaned out your desk or after you put Bern--

- I didn't want you to find out this way, Jim.

- I'm a detective, Joe. It's what I do.

- [sighs]

Sorry.

- You know, these last few years riding around the rez

with you, I'd joke whenever I could,

keep things light for you.

See, I saw how much the job was taking a toll, Joe.

But I guess I must have told too many jokes

somewhere along the way 'cause now you think I'm a joke.

- You're wrong.

- Well, if that was true, you would have sat me down,

looked me in the eye, and told me man-to-man.

- There are protocols for these things.

- I pulled you out of that canyon.

Me, Joe.

Joe, me.

You know, when you were bleeding out,

I didn't worry about protocols.

I put my life on the line like I do every day,

against everything, anyone, even the FBI.

What, you didn't think that I knew the moment

they found Vines out in the desert what you did?

- [sighs]

- I would have done anything for you.

- I know that.

- You should have told me.

- You weren't ready to hear it, and you still aren't.

You're a good cop, Jim.

But Bern's the right choice.

She lives her traditions, our culture,

more than you or me have or ever will.

You can't survive this job without that.

- You did.

- You know, when I look at you, I see me.

It's exactly why it can't be you.

- You're so full of shit.

It's coming out of your eyes, man.

'Cause no matter how many times you ride out to the desert,

you won't sweat away who you are--

a liar to your partner, everyone you work with,

even your wife.

- Hey.

- That's the truth, Joe.

That's why Emma's gone.

But hey, enjoy your sweat.

♪ ♪

[car door opens]

[car door slams, engine turns over]

- [sighs]

[sighs]

- Billie! Come on, breakfast.

Come on, it's getting cold!

[sighs]

[knocking on door]

Come on, breakfast.

No. No, no, no.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Joe, it's Bern.

Billie's gone. I--

[radio crackles]

I think she slipped out last night.

I repeat, Billie Tsosie is no longer in protective custody.

Do you copy? [radio crackles]

Joe, I repeat, Billie took off.

I--I think she went to go look for her cousin in Los Angeles.

♪ ♪

Do you copy?

Joe, please answer me.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[gun cocks]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- I didn't mean to interrupt you.

Are--are you finished?

I respect what you do here.

I do.

It's beautiful.

I've read about these in books, but to see one in the flesh?

Ah.

Men don't build things with their bare hands anymore.

They can't live off the land.

They're not survivors-- or men at all.

But you?

Your craftsmanship...

Is exquisite.

- What do you want?

- I told you what I want.

I'm glad to see that you're getting things back in balance.

You will leave the case to the Feds.

- You stay away from the girl.

- I will do whatever you make me do.

So don't make me do it.

- Put the gun down.

- I--I would--

I would never hurt you.

I--[sighs]

I care about you.

And you care about me.

We--we are two opposing forces

in a spiritual union.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[panting]

[chuckles]

I will not say goodbye.

I will say...

until we see each other again.

[Harry Nilsson's "One"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ One is the loneliest number ♪

♪ That you'll ever do ♪

♪ Two can be as bad as one ♪

♪ It's the loneliest number since the number one ♪

♪ ♪

♪ No is the saddest experience you'll ever know ♪

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪