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- Arizona license.

Joseph "Lee-forn."

Probably fake.

- Hey. He's up.

Oh.

- Shit.

- What are you doing all the way

out in LA, Mr. "Lee-forn"?

Sightseeing.

He's a funny guy.

Did you think he'd be a funny guy?

- Doesn't look too funny.

- What are you doing here?

Looking for my niece and nephew--

Billie Tsosie and Leroy Gorman.

- This them?

- The girl's Billie.

Man's her grandpa.

- And you were looking for them at a McNair party

with a gun?

- Who?

- Beno put you up to this?

- I don't know any Beno.

Just looking for Billie.

She's a 16-year-old girl, and she's a runaway.

She was at that party.

- If you knew she was inside and you were looking for her,

what were you doing across the street?

Yeah.

Son of a bitch!

OK. I'm a cop.

I'm a cop.

Lieutenant Leaphorn, Navajo Tribal Police.

Have somebody from your field office call the BIA.

They'll confirm it.

Look...

There were two murders on the reservation.

Witness ran out here-- Billie.

That's who we're trying to find.

Maybe you're looking for her, too, huh?

Is that why you had a camera set up?

Maybe we can help each other.

- If you really want to help,

you'll go back to Arizona

before someone puts you in the ground.

- Son of a bitch.

- Joe?

- Hi.

I, um...

- I'll get you in for an X-ray.

- No, just-- I'll take some ice.

I got to get back.

- Hold it.

I moved 600 miles away,

and I'm still patching you up.

- It's not like I knew you'd be here.

- Come on, Joe.

There are four other hospitals within ten miles.

- Well, none of those would take my CIB.

- Leave that on until it's warm.

And get more ice. Wrap it.

Then come back for an X-ray.

- Are you happy here?

- I like the city.

I like this hospital.

I like knowing what I do makes a difference,

that when people are hurt and scared,

they can come here and feel safe.

And I like, for the first time in 30 years,

I'm not making myself sick with worry

because you're too stubborn to get an X-ray.

- OK.

I'll get the X-ray.

I just need to let Chee and Bern know where I'm at.

All right?

- You can use the phone at the nurse's station,

then go to the waiting room.

They'll find you when they're ready.

- Hey.

You sure you don't want to see a doctor?

- Oh, I'm fine.

Sonny gave me some pills.

They're wearing off.

- Are we gonna get past this?

- I don't know.

- Do you want to?

- He's done.

- What'd they say?

- Ah, just a bump on the head, bruised ribs.

I'll be all right.

- What happened?

- Someone else was watching that party.

I went to check it out, got jumped.

Sons of bitches got my gun.

- Sonny's guys?

- No, they're white guys, late thirties.

One was wiry, had a big mustache.

The other one was bigger. He had a little baby face.

You know, I think they might have been old friends of yours.

- FBI?

- Yeah, they called it "McNair party."

That mean anything to you?

- Mustache guy.

Was he popping antacids?

- Here you go.

Here.

You hear from Leroy? - No.

- Sure he's in LA?

- There's some rez cops looking for him.

They think he is.

- Hm.

Me and Leroy got in a fight a week and a half ago.

Something stupid.

I don't know, I thought he'd be back in a couple of days.

He does that sometimes.

But then, I don't know.

He usually calls.

- Can I ask you something?

You said those guys are criminals.

What do they do?

- We just got to find Leroy before the German lady does.

Do you have any family?

- My grandpa's dead.

I never knew my dad.

And my mom, she--

she died right after I was born, so...

Leroy's the only family I got left.

- These people, they don't care about us.

They don't care about what we're doing.

And they won't lift a finger to help local cops,

especially Indian ones.

What we have to do

is make it seem like we're helping them.

- Cheeseburger! - Shaw.

- As I live and breathe.

- Hey, man. - No, no, no.

- Last I heard, you were working some undercover thing.

- Yeah, I was, but now I'm just a lowly beat cop

at the Navajo Tribal Police.

This is Lieutenant Joe Leaphorn

and Sergeant Bernadette Mañuelito.

- We, uh, met.

- How you doing, asshole?

- I called the BIA. Sorry about the mix-up.

Big cases put everyone on edge, and this one's big.

- Understood.

- What's a few cracked ribs between friends, huh?

- Had to take the ammo.

Sorry about that.

This is my colleague, Frank Welles.

We're happy to chat as a favor to Chee,

but you understand there's only so much we can share.

- Course.

- You've been following the McNair business in the news?

- Never heard the name until our private van tour.

- All right, well, he owns an import/export business,

McNair Factoring, down in San Pedro.

We got a tip last year that he had

his hands in a few less-than-legal cookie jars.

Two months ago, we finally got enough to make the arrest.

Now he's in Men's Central awaiting trial,

but the U.S. attorney's

starting to think he might walk.

- You can't make the case?

- Key part of our case is based on witness testimony,

and a couple witnesses disappeared.

And then the rest realized they don't remember anything.

Was Albert Gorman one of those witnesses?

- We can't give you that information.

- Well, if he was, he's dead.

Hm.

He was murdered three days ago on the Navajo reservation.

Killer's a German woman, 5'9", blonde, 40s.

Drives a green Dodge van.

See, the girl we're looking for is a witness to the murder.

We find her, maybe she can give you

something else to hang on McNair.

- Come on, man. We're on the same team.

Our girl is clearly caught up in all this.

The sooner we find her, the better it is for all of us.

- This whole thing's hanging by a thread.

OK, everything's locked down.

I can't spare resources chasing a 16-year-old runaway

on a tribal cop's say-so-- even a friend's.

- Let us look at what you have--

surveillance photos, known associates,

addresses, phone numbers.

And we could do the rest if you--

- No.

- She's going to die if we don't find her.

You get that, right?

- I'm sorry.

- Excuse me.

Spent two years listening to stories

about that asshole's bowling league--two years.

And he can't even just give us a little information?

- Hey, Chee, we knew it was a long shot.

- I shouldn't have come back here.

- Look, our situation hasn't changed.

Billie's still looking for Leroy.

We find him, we can still find her.

- Except we haven't been able to find her.

- No, we haven't.

But maybe Mike Garcia can.

- Hey, man. You guys buying?

- What you got?

Nah, man, not this crap.

- I'll sell for half of what it's worth.

I just need the money quick.

- Ain't even worth half.

- Come on, man, I just need the money, please.

- Look, man, I told you we're good.

I don't need your busted up watch sitting--

- Garcia!

Whoo! - Sonny?

You spend my money already?

- No, I just-- I owe people.

- Oh, you owe me is who you owe.

Hey, what happened to you last night?

- Man, I had to sleep that off.

What the hell was that shit?

- Tip of the iceberg.

Hey, listen, man.

I manage a small business,

and we're always looking for smart guys.

You look like a smart guy, Mike.

What are you doing right now?

- You're looking at it.

- Let's go for a drive, unless you want

to try your luck on Rodeo.

- What rez you from? Hopi?

- Navajo.

- Right, the other one.

Did you live there till you were deployed?

- Nah, me and Mom moved to Phoenix in high school.

- New kid in school.

Bet you got all the girls.

I did OK.

- You got a girl now, right?

That chick I saw you with at the party.

- Tawny?

- No, the other one--

tall, serious looking.

- I don't know, man. I was pretty messed up.

- Mike Garcia, free and easy.

- What can I say?

- You do like girls, though, right?

Not judging.

Just want to know what kind of ride we're taking.

I'm just playing with you, man!

Christ.

Stupid.

- Your mom still in Phoenix?

- No.

No, she got pretty sick while I was gone.

Lung cancer. - Oof.

- By the time IHS caught it, it was--

she always wanted to go back to the rez,

though, before she died.

She needed help, but I couldn't--

you know, I wasn't there.

You know?

- You were drafted, man.

Wasn't like you had a choice.

- Agent Shaw's in the parking lot.

- Yeah, I see him.

- What do you want?

- If you're looking for Chee, he's not here.

- I was hoping to talk to you

about the German and the green van.

Do you have a minute?

- Welles and I just took over this case.

Before that, it was a guy named Ken Upchurch.

He was a good agent, a friend.

Found him in the garage yesterday.

Car still running.

The official position is that he was a drunk

and that his case was falling apart,

and that's it.

- But you don't agree.

- I knew him pretty well.

When you said "green van" this morning,

I remember one of Ken's neighbors

saying he saw a green van parked

on the street that night.

Maybe it's the same green van. Maybe it's not.

Maybe it was dark and the van was brown

and this is all nothing, but I owe it to Ken to try.

And if you can link your van to mine,

I can convince my SAC to help look for your runaway.

- I'm looking for a teenage girl,

Billie Tsosie. - I haven't seen her.

Check with the Navajo police. They were in here yesterday.

Tino!

It's me!

- This one looks soft.

- Mikey? Nah, he's a killer.

Jesus, man.

- What, no fries?

- Last time you said they were soggy.

- That don't mean I don't want 'em.

- Roman said you got something.

- Yeah, usual shit.

Address is...

- Jesus Christ. Really?

- He ain't gonna be happy seeing you.

- Nobody is.

Come on.

- Next time, bring me some goddamn fries.

- What are we doing here?

I thought you said you had a job for me.

- This is the interview.

- Everything OK?

- Yeah, she's crazy.

- All right. Come on, killer.

You're burning my daylight.

- Hey.

What's wrong?

- Who is this?

- Oh, that's Leroy's grandma, or great grandma or something.

Bentwoman.

- No, the younger one.

- His aunt.

She takes care of the old lady.

Why?

- I think it's my mom.

Shicheii told me.

He told me she died right after I was born.

He--he told me she died.

Holy shit.

- They don't live that far.

If you want, we could--

Oh, my God.

Leroy.

I bet that's where Leroy is.

Let's go.

- We know he ran some errands that night--

liquor store, dry cleaner.

Comes home with a bottle of scotch,

writes this.

Then he goes into the garage, gets behind the wheel,

starts the engine.

No strange prints.

Nothing missing except the dog, but he could have run off.

I don't know, maybe you guys will see something we missed.

- What's the truth?

- I wish I knew.

- You know his shoe size?

- Smaller than mine.

Swapped shoes once at the bowling alley.

- These are 11's.

- Joe. - Yeah?

- Upchurch ever visit the Navajo reservation?

- Not that I know of.

- Well, this is from the Trading Post on the rez.

Any idea how he could have gotten it?

- I'd like to take a look outside.

Where was the van parked the night Upchurch died?

- There.

- Where at?

- In front of the lamp post.

- Has it rained?

- Yeah, Thursday.

- It's an Army ration key.

The little twist thing they used to open 'em up.

It's what the German eats when she's on the job.

Found one exactly like that on the reservation

where she was holed up in the green van.

- That old woman got you messed up.

- I'm just hungover.

I thought you said Leroy'd be there last night.

- Thought he was. - Well, I didn't see him.

- Here's the thing.

We live in a world that old lady can't understand.

Now, back in the day, everything was black and white.

Now the man promises us good homes, jobs,

makes us feel like we're part of a team.

And he comes, scoops us up, and sends us to Vietnam

to do his dirty work.

I swear, you can't trust anyone over 30.

- How old are you? - 42

Ah, I don't know.

I go to Tino's a few times a week.

I've seen that woman hundreds of times,

and she's never said one word to me.

- You don't speak Navajo.

- We're here.

- Probably won't need it.

- Hey, you wait right here.

Sunshine, take care of killer for me.

- Uh, beer.

- Thank you.

- Aw. Are you a horse?

- 'Cause of the long face?

- I go on in 15, but I got time for a dance.

- Mm.

- I'll even give you the early bird discount

on account of your exceptional sense of humor.

- I don't think my girlfriend would like that.

- Oh, we could ask her. Is she here?

- No. - Then what's the matter?

- Me and my girl, we're in a fight.

Don't want to make it worse. - Mm.

Girl troubles. - Yeah.

- You know, I'm getting my degree in psychotherapy.

What's her name?

- Juliet.

- That make you Romeo? - No.

You love her?

- Yeah, I do.

- She love you back?

- You know, I don't know.

Her and a friend, they lied about something big.

- Were they fooling around? - What? No.

- What then?

- It's--don't you have to get ready or something?

- Yeah, in a minute.

I want to tell you something, buttercup.

- Hm. - There's two kinds of lies.

The kind you tell to hurt people

and the kind you tell to protect 'em.

Which one your girl tell?

- What's going on? You OK?

- We got to go. Now.

- Gun! - Ow!

- Go.

Are you hit?

- Go, go, go, go! Drive! Drive! Drive! Drive!

- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- God damn that hurt!

And I just got this couch. Get a towel.

Down the hallway, bathroom.

- Hurry up!

Oh, God.

- You need a doctor, man.

- I don't need a doctor wondering how I got shot.

Just patch it up. - You need stitches.

- Go get some stitches.

Hallway, closet!

Agh! Damn it!

And bring me a drink!

- Here.

All right, you ready?

- Uh-huh.

- It's a pretty good stitch for a war dog.

- Drink up. You got a dozen more.

I had this girlfriend

when I first got down here.

She was real foxy.

Real tall Navajo.

She ran away from home but would

call her mom almost every day.

Must have spent a fortune in long-distance.

Shimá!

I remember that word.

Shimá!

Shimá.

Shimá.

Sonny.

Sonny?

Sonny?

- Hi, yeah, I want to leave

a message for Joe Leaphorn. He's in room 21.

Tell him to meet Chee at

2113 Normandie,

apartment 527.

Yeah, tell him I found Leroy.

Leroy.

Billie, you in there?

Who the fuck are you?