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Previously on "dark winds"...

Where were you the night that b.J. Vines disappeared, lieutenant?

I was at home with my wife.

There is no "us."

I don't believe you.

So, ags owns an oil company here.

Spencer oil. Tom Spencer.

What if the tankers were full of coke?

Sold the oil refinery.

Special agent Stevens will want to see your statement

soon as he arrives, lieutenant.

I'm sure he'll want to follow up, so don't go far.

Why aren't you on this case?

You're already here. Why bring in somebody else?

I'm on the bj vines case, sergeant,

and will be until I've turned over every rock.

In the meantime, ntp is no longer working

the halsey case, understood?

Is that clear, lieutenant?

Lieutenant?

It's clear.

Thank you.

Navajo tribal police.

Joe.

Walk with me.

You need some time off.

You should go home right now and get right.

I got this.

She's not taking me off this case.

She don't give a damn about this case.

"Bj vines, bj vines." That's all she cares about.

Listen to me.

I'm in this with you, Joe.

You ain't careful, we're all gonna end up

paying for your sins.

And that is something I surely do not want to do.

- I won't let that happen. - Well, it may not

it may not be your choice.

I'll talk to you later.

Who's this?

She's a medicine woman.

She's here to cleanse the station.

When she's done, we can come back in,

but we have to step out while she does the ceremony.

We're done...

For now.

That mind never stops working, does it?

Not even for sleep.

Yeah.

Well, at least I don't snore.

I don't snore.

There's a oil refinery in juarez.

It's owned by ags.

It's the same company that owns spenser ranch and oil.

And, well... I want to take a look.

No.

Why not?

Well, for one thing,

you and I don't have jurisdiction in Mexico.

And if we get caught operating in a foreign country...

We won't.

Because we won't be there on official business.

We'll just be a couple enjoying a weekend away.

We're a couple now?

Is that a yes?

No.

Ivan.

How else am I gonna do this?

I can't tell my boss because he'd never approve it,

because if I'm right, he's being paid not to.

If you're right, you better tread carefully.

Yeah, well, if spenser's smuggling coke

into the country, I think it's worth it

to take a look to see if he's using the refinery

as a staging point, don't you?

So?

You'll come with me, right?

If anything weird happens, I'm getting you out of there.

Why do you think I asked you to come with me?

When I was a boy, when I went to catholic school,

they taught us that the devil walked the earth with Jesus,

not... not metaphorically, but...

Physically walked the earth with Jesus.

In diné, we're taught that the monsters walked the earth

and were slayed by the hero twins.

I can't help thinking

that we all have a line that runs

down the middle of our heart.

And that line separates monsters from men.

And I'm afraid I crossed that line.

I have crossed that line.

You didn't answer my question.

No, I didn't.

Special agent Washington?

Inside.

You look like someone I used to know.

Are you investigating my husband's murder,

agent Washington, or are you investigating me?

I'm trying to figure out if the two are

one and the same, Mrs. Vines.

They aren't.

Even though your husband, as stated by you in court

just three months after his disappearance,

stole your family fortune after the fatal fire...

- Suspicious fire. - That killed your sister...

And left you, the only other person in the house,

with permanent thermal and chemical injuries

to the upper airway... did I get that right?

You seem like a person who can handle the truth.

So here it is.

After my sister died, I married my former brother-in-law.

Depending on your point of view,

I suppose that could be seen as suspicious.

I don't need a point of view to say that it does.

My husband was an ogre, agent Washington.

He's dead. I don't miss him.

The money is mine again,

however the universe bent to accomplish that.

The universe didn't murder your husband.

Why must you people always

I have a condition, you know.

Do you need some water?

I assume you spoke to Emily Quinn.

Who?

A very nice old woman who suffers from insomnia

and a dog who pees in her house.

Several weeks after my husband went missing,

she mentioned that she thought something must be wrong

because she saw a police car driving out of our gate

very late on the night he went missing.

A police car?

Black and white.

Like the ones outside?

Yes.

Actually, yes.

My husband was in the back, she said,

and she couldn't see who was driving,

but my husband made eye contact with her

through the window as they pulled away.

- She said he seemed... I don't know. - What?

Scared.

I never saw my husband scared,

not even of me... well, especially not me.

And you didn't feel compelled to tell this

to anyone until now?

Well, obviously, I was saving it.

For what?

For a moment like this.

Don't look now.

Thank you.

What can I get ya, shug?

This guy look familiar?

About 6-foot, white, late 30s, hippie type.

Maybe in here last week.

You know how many long-haired hippie types

I got coming through here every day?

And I'm supposed to remember one from another.

Give it another look, please.

Meatloaf.

Monday's special is meatloaf.

He had the special, sweet tea, and key lime pie.

I thought you said you didn't recall him.

I said, am I supposed to?

But in this case, I do,

'cause of the dude that was sitting with him in the booth.

He was a creepy dude.

Beady eyes, had on this fancy western jacket

top stitched with leather lacing.

He just sorta sat there,

like a Mexican Norman bates, only meaner.

Around what time was that?

Had to be after 6:30

'cause that's when the specials start,

and he was still here when I left at 10:00.

The creepy dude?

No, just the hippie.

Creepy dude hightailed it after 15 minutes.

Didn't even touch his food.

But you see, the real reason I remembered him

was, instead of a tip,

he left me a pair of ol' baby shoes.

Baby shoes?

You're not gonna write that down?

I'm just funnin' with you 'bout the baby shoes, shug.

You should've seen your face.

All right, what y'all want?

Damn. Honeymoon suite.

Almost like we planned it.

It's nice.

It's so hot.

I think it's broken.

We don't need it.

That feels nice.

What happened here?

Well.

I met this guy in gallup, a white guy.

Just met him at a bar I shouldn't have been

hanging around.

But I thought he would save me.

You know?

Take me away.

One day, we were driving,

and we skidded off the side of the road in the snowstorm.

And I ended up in a coma for 12 days.

When I woke up,

my old boss was just sitting there.

He didn't call me stupid or yell at me.

Instead, he... he took me home with him

to live with him and his wife and his son.

And he got me through school, put me through the army,

and hired me when I got out.

There.

That sounds like a good guy, this old boss of yours.

Yeah, you'd like him.

He follows a code, and he lives by it.

I guess that's why I'm like the way I am.

I like the way you are.

Can we talk?

Emma, you have every right to feel the way you do.

I should've told you what I was gonna do.

You were hoping you wouldn't have to

Emma, I have tried to make this mine.

Since that night when I left him out there,

I have tried to keep you out of it.

Now I'm in it in the worst way.

I do not know how to undo what I did.

And I don't know for sure if I had to do it over again,

that I would do it any different, Emma.

I do not want to put this on you.

You're so selfish.

I'm your wife.

I'm the mother of our son.

You sit there in your closed-off little world.

I understand what you face every day.

I see what you're going through.

You're not the only one suffering.

You're not the only one who's suffered.

[Breathes shakily.

I can't live like this, Joe.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

I want you gone...

From this house.

Lieutenant, I have a warrant to search the premises.

That includes this house, the outbuildings,

your vehicles, and your property.

Seize that weapon.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Leaphorn.

- Sorry, boss. - Hands behind your back.

That won't be necessary.

You don't need to.

There's got to be a back way into the refinery.

This is where the tankers fill up.

All right, the weigh station is here

and the front entrance is right here.

So if the drivers are hauling drugs in their trucks,

they have to be going out some other way.

Well, what do you think?

I think we finish our drinks, turn in early,

then first thing in the morning, we go home.

Are you getting cold feet?

Hello?

Yep. She's here.

Hello?

Your roommate told me where I could find you.

Is everything okay?

You know that guy you were telling me about down there,

the creepy one... With the fancy leather jacket?

Well, he's a person of interest in the cata murder

and a second murder up here.

Do you have a name for this guy?

- Yeah... - can I borrow your toothpaste?

Hold on. What?

Your toothpaste, can I use it?

Sure.

You still there?

Roberto c. De baca.

That's the name I saw

on the new Mexico driver's license.

I'm not sure if it's real.

Thanks.

Is that it?

That's it.

Enjoy Mexico.

Hey, al green. You okay?

Shorty.

Sleep it off, man.

I'll write myself up for public intox tomorrow.

You need a ride?

Ride.

Hell.

Do I need a ride.

Mrs. Leaphorn, it is my duty to inform you

that you are at the risk of being charged

as a coconspirator to whatever crimes

the federal government is able to bring

as a result of this search.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Is there any information you'd like

to share with me at this time?

No.

Okay.

Thank you.

There you go.

Can I tell you something?

I'm serious, shorty.

It's important, what I have to tell you.

When you're with the right woman,

you have to tell her how you feel.

Don't put it off.

You think when you just go to bed,

I'll just tell her tomorrow.

Guess what?

One morning, you wake up, looking at the ceiling fan.

Guess who's laying next to you?

Nobody.

Dude, we've all done some things

we wish we could've done different.

My boy, he's a good kid.

He's not like me.

He don't got meanness in him.

He wants to go live with his ma in Reno.

Maybe I should let him.

Nah, man.

You sleep this off and get back after it tomorrow.

Yep.

Hey.

It's budge.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey.

Vamos.

Run!

They saw me.

Budge

ya estuvo.

You have a rough night?

Yeah.

Had a run-in with one too many beers.

Yeah?

And that guy was a better pool player than I thought.

Yeah, yeah.

I was looking through the case file last night.

You know that shorty called the station

- looking for his toolbox? - Yeah.

Yeah, shorty thinks that, the skunborough cops took it

while we were up there.

He's been asking me to get it back for him.

I saw the toolbox in the barn.

It was there when we left.

What are you thinking?

You know, when I was a boy,

I wanted a Joe DiMaggio baseball card.

Wanted it bad.

So I took some of my dad's tools and pawned them.

George took the tools.

Yeah, and... and George's mom lives in Reno.

I think George might be trying to put some money together,

buy a train ticket out there.

I'll go talk to Roger, see if George has been out there

trying to pawn his dad's tools.

If he has, Roger might know where he is.

Yeah.

- Joe? - Yeah?

I talked to Bern last night.

Yeah?

Yeah, she says that there's, this guy down there

matches the description that the waitress gave us

for our guy.

His name is Roberto c. De baca.

A buddy of mine in Washington says

de baca might have been a CIA operative

doing wet work in Guatemala.

He's the kind of guy who can get into the ntp,

kill a man, and get out without you seeing him.

The feds put an apb out on him.

All right, good. Thanks.

If you're right and ed Henry's in on it,

we got to go to the DEA.

We might be able to get budge, but can we get spenser?

Even if we do, who else is out there?

We'll be on their radar.

Well, we'll just take it one step at a time.

Or we do nothing.

I'm not that kind of cop.

And neither are you.

Yeah, well, I don't want to get dead.

Do you?

You ready?

Yeah.

Kid's been coming in all week selling me stuff.

Was here this morning with a few things.

He say where he's staying?

Doesn't talk much.

Sleeping under a tree is my guess.

Burrs in his clothes.

I offered him a shovel 'cause it looked like his hands

had been digging in the desert.

Joe, if I had any idea who he was

what color dirt on his hands?

I don't know... dirt color,

like brown on his hands, fingers,

and, black under his nails.

Black.

Could be. Probably.

Yeah, I guess.

Joe, you're breaking up. Say again.

Joe?

Am I supposed to ignore what he's done?

You're supposed to be a cop.

You got to wake up.

Come on. He's coming.

We did what we had to do,

and one way or another

we have to pay the price.