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I repeat all patrols be on the look out,

for poachers on the
northwest quadrant...

Good afternoon, everyone.

Now, the Federal Justice Department

would like to announce that
we are entering a new era

in police partnership
for the city and the four

surrounding Indian reserves.

The Tribal Police Force,

which operates for the
Plains Cree, the Arapaho,

the Blackfoot, and the Dakota Nations,

will be overseen and
directed by Justice.

Uh, Chief, can you
tell us what propagated

this aggressive third
party takeover of Tribal?

Tribal Police Force has always been

under the jurisdiction
of the Federal Government.

However, this is an
effort to move forward with

intentional integration, inclusion,

and collaboration.

- Hey, it's a cop!
- Only a Tribal cop.

We are making an attempt to

break down all the systemic barriers,

and uh... disconnects,
which existed by dividing

those cases involving cultural
designation and regional boundaries.

This is Officer Woodburn in pursuit

of two suspected poachers on quads...

Let's have some fun, go, go, go!

Piss-off Indian Pig.

Come here princess!

Let's go!

Does this have anything
to do with the suspension

of Tribal Police Chief Crowchild?

Well, that is an ongoing
internal investigation.

So, I'm unable to comment at this time.

Sir, over here...

Shit.

I forgot flowers.

- I'm sure he won't hold it against you.
- No.

He's not even in that ground, anyhow.

I don't understand why you
insist on coming out here.

It's morbid.

_

I miss you.

Thanks for coming, Mom.

It means a lot to me.

No problem.

Yeah?

Yep.

Now?

Okay.

I've gotta go downtown.

Why now?

The chief of the Justice
Department wants to talk.

Hey, Buke.

Buke, tell 'em how it used to be.

You know, when there was
a lounge in the station?

- Mm, mm-hmm.
- And the guys used to bring in

their own booze and strippers.

These guys know the stories.

Not your stories, Buke...

Come on. Just give us one
from the good 'ol days.

Okay? How about the one
where the cop got hammered

at the station, took a
squad car, drove it a block,

and smashed it into a power pole?

Come on, Mitch. You're full of shit.

No, no. It's true...
I remember that one.

And... um... his own
buddies had to arrest him.

And then he puked
all over the booking desk.

- You boys want another round?
- Thank you.

Yeah.

That's it fellas. I'm done.

Pussy.

Uh-huh.

Hold all my calls.

The suspension is
complete bullshit, Connie,

and you know it.

Is it?!

Is it?

Do you even realize how
much this department has

covered for you?

I've had to suppress most
of it so I don't look bad.

Not to mention, if the
reserves ever find out.

They can't prove anything.

It's my ass on the line here.

Not 'they'.

A speeding ticket, that's one thing,

but... let this go, let that go...

Then some Tribal Police
case files go missing.

Now, who really knows what
you've tainted or buried?

We had to suspend you, Daniel.

No.

Actually, I had to.

The fact remains that
no one, including you,

can prove anything.

I don't have to.

Those files on the missing
evidence were from

reserves that were your responsibility.

What if the evidence somehow turned up?

It's too late.

No, we've... we've
already appointed a new...

interim Chief of Tribal.

Really?

Well, I guess we're done here.

You're clear.

Thanks.

Hey, Sam.

Chief?

What brings you downtown at this hour?

Um, sorry.

Hey.

Yeah, I'm busy.

I'll meet you later.

You know where.

Okay.

Bye.

So...

what are you doing here so late?

Connie just asked me to come in.

Really?

What for?

I don't know. He
literally just called me.

I just talked to him.

He didn't mention you.

See ya later.

So...

Connie just called you out of the blue,

to meet tonight?

Yeah.

And you don't know why?

Nope.

Going up.

Ah!

Dude!

Ah, I think I'm bleeding.

Come on.

You dick! These cost $200 bucks each.

All right.

Huh.

I don't know what
you're laughing at, Cody.

You're the one that just got roasted

by a dirty rotten nasty.

Oh, no. Don't tell me she did it again.

Oh yeah.

Steinhauer nailed her
at Duncan's last Friday.

It's practically going viral.

Here... wanna see?

Yeah.

Dude. I broke up with her weeks ago.

Holy shit.

She's got nice ones, man.

Who took this?

That wild man Steiny
posted it yesterday.

Hey!

Dude.

I thought you broke up with her...

you big bitch.

That is so good, Chloe.

- Hey, Dad. I'll see ya later.
- What?

Where do you think
you're going, young lady?

I already told you I'm going to Eric's.

Eric Steinhauer's?

I thought you were gonna
watch Chloe tonight?

That's tomorrow, right, Mom?

Okay. But tomorrow for sure.

No problem.

In the door by nine.

- Nine.
- Sure.

Bye, Chlo-bear.

Bye, Candy.

Softy.

Oh, shush.

Whatchu got?

Ahhhhh.

No.

How unfortunate.

Shoot.

Let's get some meth or somethin'.

Uh... let's not.

Let's do something then.

There's a party at Melissa's.

Lame.

Let's grab a bite.

Lame!

Here we go.

Okay.

Oh.

It's about time.

Hi.

I'm Ryan.

Sorry, I'm late.

Well, I'm just gonna have
to deduct it from your fee.

You'll have to take
that up with the agency.

If you like, I can leave.

Whatever.

Come in.

It's a nice place you got here.

Live all alone?

- So... how much is an hour?
- Hmm.

$400.

What about two hours?

$800.

Hmm.

What about the whole night?

Uh, uh, uh... not yet.

How much?

Ah...

Looks like you've gotta
case of little-bitch-itis.

Shut up.

Okay...

Here we go.

This one's for the money.

I'm gonna trick shot it off of there.

Go, go, go.

Let's have some fun.

What the hell, man?

Mm.

Ryan!

You're supposed to say $2000.

What?

I'm sorry... I forgot that part.

It...

you just look so hot tonight.

Come on baby.

I can go out, come back in.

We can reset.

Nope.

You ruined it.

Huh.

I'm not gonna play these games

if you're gonna get
mad at me all the time.

Okay...

See ya.

Is any one home?

It doesn't look like it.

We shoulda brought more beer.

Where's the vodka?

Whoa.

What are ya doin'?

Come on put it back.

Let's just toss some
beer bottles at the house.

Does that look like fun, Cody?

Nope.

Honey, did you hear anything?

No.

She's not even home yet?

I told her, in the door by nine.

I thought I heard laughing

and a bottle smashing outside.

I didn't hear anything.

Come on, what are you gonna do,

shoot the house?

Yeah... good idea.

I'll rip one right into her house.

That'll show her.

Don't piss around. Let's just go.

Hey, come on.

I dare ya.

Whatever... it's not even loaded.

It is now.

Come on, Cody.

Just shoot.

Show that nice titted bitch who's boss.

... as they all flew away.

Well, it is bed time.

Can we have another story?

Could we have another story?

No!

Blake!

Blake, call 9-1-1!

Chloe... Chloe come here.

What the hell was that?

It was a gun... it was a gunshot.

Someone's shooting at the house.

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I got the text.

I'll be right there.

What's up?

I gotta go.

What's goin' on?

You know I can't tell you.

I'm not asking for the details.

Why do you think... work.

Is it bad?

Sounds like it.

Babe.

Are you sure you want this?

Yeah.

Go get 'em.

Hey. Seems really weird.

Like, why do they even want us here?

Nate, just do me a favour and listen

to everything you can.

And watch your back.

All right.

So, what do I do?

Do what they tell you until I find out.

All right.

What the hell are they doing here?

Get used to it.

Tribal's now in charge of anything

that even smells like Indian.

In charge?

I thought they only had
jurisdiction on the reserves?

Not anymore.

Why was Tribal called onto this?

Well, Sam, a witness
said that an Indian...

Oh! Sorry...

A native person.. or, sorry...

Is it aboriginal?

No... no. That's right.

Now, it's indigenous.

Any way, witness described
the shooter as, and I quote,

"A little bastard Indian
with black braided

hair down to his ass".

Okay! So the alleged
shooter had long hair

and looked indigenous.

Where's the scene?

Upstairs in the house.

Hey.

Hey.

Don't ever call me Sam like that

in front of anyone in a uniform.

You got it?

What do you wanna be called?

How about Chief?

Hey, Buke.

We found one of the bullets

in the wall over there.

I'm Chief Woodburn of Tribal...

and I'm running point on this one.

Mitch Wheeler, forensics.

Okay.

What do we got?

And then I... I heard laughing

and a bottle smash,

so I went over to the window

to try and see what was happening.

His name is Cody Whitecloud.

He was dating our daughter Candace,

but maybe they broke up or something.

They did.

Mrs. MacMillan...

did you see anyone else?

Was anyone else around?

I don't know.

It was in the alley.

I'm sorry, it just happened so fast.

I'm pretty sure it was Cody.

Did you actually see Cody

shoot the rifle into the house?

She already told you he did it.

I just wanna make sure I
have all the facts straight.

What's going on?

Something happened to Chloe.

What do you mean?

What... what happened?

Oh my, Chloe.

Where are we at?

It's still early, but
I'll show you what I got.

Anyone see the kid yet?

No.

This just finished rendering.

It's a mock-up wire frame only,

but it should give you a good idea.

The bullet that proved to
be fatal was found lodged

in the wooden frame of the victim's bed.

It came off the street,

ricocheted off the steel windowpane,

and hit the victim while she was

hiding under the bed.

She was killed instantly.

Was it a hunting rifle?

Technically, it could be a
military or hunting rifle.

Most likely a hunting rifle.

The two bullets we found
were thirty-aught-six.

What is surprising is the
amount of kinetic energy

that the bullet retained
after it ricocheted.

It's actually incredibly coincidental

that the victim was hit.

So it was an accident?

The evidence would suggest so.

Shooting a rifle into
a house is no accident.

And everyone please remember,

this is a high-profile case,

so all info is extremely privileged.

Any movement yet?

We haven't found the kid.

Why are you assigning this to Tribal?

This happened in the
city to a white family.

There are no clear ties to any reserve.

Woodburn, if you wanna
go back to the reserve,

I can make that happen in a heartbeat.

Things are gonna be run
differently around here.

Tribal is now under the
direct command of Justice,

which is me.

Now, are you police
or just Indian police?

Because the shooter was
identified as indigenous

and that constitutes
Tribal Police involvement.

And that means you.

The alleged shooter.

Look, you question me
once again and I swear,

I will have you shovelling
shit back on that dinky

little reserve of yours.

Yes, sir.

Now, the bottom line...

is that anything indigenous...

it doesn't matter if
it's reserve or city...

is now Tribal's.

You and Bukansky will be
operating under the full

support of Downtown Metro.

Now go out and find that kid.

I'll meet ya out there.

What?

How long do I have to put up with this

- ridiculous publicity stunt?
- As long as I say so.

She doesn't know what
the hell she's doing.

Well, that's why you're here.

Hey.

You got a sec?

Ya, hold on. Hey, what's goin' on?

Did you hear what happened?

You okay?

Ryan... she was eight years old.

Yeah, it's everywhere.

It's been all over
the news this morning.

Did you actually see the body?

What did I get myself into?

Hang in there.

Do you know who did it?

We're working on it.

Well, try to stay positive.

I love you.

Thanks babe. I gotta go.

Bye.

Let's take my car.

I'll drive.

What's that funky smell?

It's sweetgrass.

Smells like weed.

It's a wild grass

that people use for smudging.

What kind of people?

Come on, Buke.

You telling me you've
never heard of smudging?

It's not like I'm dying to know.

It's like an incense.

We use it in ceremony and prayers

to cleanse and bring good energy.

Sounds wonderful.

Well, have you ever been to a res?

Nope.

So, do you know this kid, Cody?

I know some of his family, but not him.

Mitch,

get anything else from the bedroom?

How about the alley?

Tire tracks?

Okay. Thanks.

Call me when you know.

Hey.

Come on, what are you doing?

I gotta make a call.

A call. To who?

I just got a text. Now
I've gotta make a call.

Are you scared?

Just don't look anybody in the eye.

You should be fine.

Besides, you've got a gun.

Really, you're not coming in?

Just make sure you get the new address.

Pft.

Unreal.

You coming in or did
you get another text

and now you've gotta make a call?

Huh.

No service.

Well, I know his parents
so let me ask the questions.

Good... I'll wait here.

No, you get your ass out of the car

and you come do some police work.

Besides, I could use your help.

Hey, pup.

I'm not sure where he is.

He hasn't been home in a few days.

Has he contacted you?

Yesterday.

He said he was okay, but
I don't know where he is.

How was he doing in school?

Any problems?

Decent grades.

No big problems.

You know, he's a teenager.

How many times has he been arrested?

A few times, but never convicted.

Just small stuff anyways.

What small stuff?

Public mischief, vandalism, theft.

But like I said, he's
never been convicted.

I think he was innocent, anyhow.

How was he handling the
breakup with Candace?

I never did like that white girl.

But we knew he did, so
we didn't say anything.

They've been going out
for a few months but...

I didn't even know they broke up.

What kind of rifles do you have?

Just a couple of 22's
and three shotguns.

His dad shares the
rifles with our cousin.

They go hunting all the time.

Uh, what cousin?

The Makawis, Penny and Walter.

They live on the Blackfoot Reserve.

I think you know them.

Of course.

What about his friends?

He hangs out with two
white boys from school,

Derek and Ricky.

White?

Uh...

Do you know where they live?

In the city.

Somewhere in the west end.

Why does he go to school in the city?

Well, you know it's better... and safer.

Do you have their last names?

Derek Trent and Ricky Gray.

So Derek Trent and Richard Gray

have no criminal records?

No, by the looks of it,

they both have clean records.

Okay. Thanks.

No problem.

So, why'd you ask her
questions to answers

you already knew?

To test to see if she was lying.

So what's the story
about you being shot?

What the hell does that
have to do with anything?

Whoa... I'm interested.

Something I don't talk about.

I don't even know you.

Well, that's kind of the whole point.

I mean, what do you wanna know about me?

It's okay, thanks.

Oh, come on.

I mean, if we're gonna
be working together,

I think it's better

we at least have some conversation.

Really?

How long do you think that
we're gonna be partners for?

What does that mean?

You're a face, and
an ass, and an Indian.

That's what they need
right now but trust me,

as soon as you screw up,
you're going right back

to the reserve.

How's that conversation for ya?

Ah, actually...

I'm half Indian.

But more importantly, we
should be asking how long

your busted-up ass is
gonna be wearing a badge?

All that and a mouth too, huh?

Damn straight.

Let me take this one.

Why?

Trust me on this.

Two spoiled white boys...

Okay.

But I'm coming in.

Sure you don't have to make a call?

It's a nice place.

So...

your parents are away
and left you alone?

No, my older sister's here.

Ricky's staying over too.

Where's your sister?

I think at a friend's.

You're friends with Cody Whitecloud?

Not really.

I mean, we kinda hang
out at school sometimes.

He's in my math class.

What about after school?

Well, sometimes.

But he's gotta drive into town, so...

Did you know his girlfriend, Candace?

Yeah.

When they broke up, he was
really shaken up about it.

Called her names, said he hated her.

He said he was gonna
get back at the bitch.

When was the last
time you talked to him?

I don't know... a few days ago.

I talked to him yesterday.

Did he say where he was?

Yeah, at his cousins on
the Blackfoot Reserve.

Thank you.

Nate... It's Sam.

Can you get over to
Penny and Walter Makawis?

We're looking for Cody Whitecloud.

He may be there.

Also, search the house
for hunting rifles.

Uh, thirty-aught-six.

You've got it.

We'll take the chopper,
we'll be right out.

You comin'?

You go.

Let's go!

Remind me why we are taking the chopper?

That end of Blackfoot Reserve

is over an hour and a half by car.

You're not looking too good there Buke.

I'll be fine.

She was only eight.

Candace and I would
take her to the park.

She likes the swings.

You mean she used to.

How can you think that I would do this?

If you didn't do it, you need
to tell us what happened.

Do I need a lawyer or something?

Right now, we just wanna
know what happened.

I'm not sure exactly what happened.

I was really drunk.

What do you mean?

Look, we already know
that you and Candace were

dating and that she broke up with you.

We have a witness describing

you and your truck at the crime scene,

pointing a rifle at the house.

Did you fire the rifle into the house?

Gimme that gun, ya retard.

Don't, Cody!

Come on, chicken shit. Just shoot.

She's not worth it, man!

Maybe you need to see the video again!

You saw her riding Steiny.

Don't listen to this asshole.

Wah-hoo!

Ride 'em, cowgirl!

Come on, Cody!

Just shoot!

Show the bitch who's boss.

One more time, Cody.

Did you fire the rifle into the house?

I didn't do it.

All right, Woodburn, enough is enough.

It's over.

You're gonna need a lawyer now, kid.

You're under arrest in
connection with the death

of Chloe MacMillan.

Connie.

Connie!

Cody's story isn't matching up
with the original police reports.

Come on, Woodburn. It's open and shut.

No, no... let her finish.

The DNA and the finger print evidence

found from the beer bottles
from the crime scene

don't match Cody's.

So, they could've been there already.

Well, how do you know?

The mother said she heard laughing

and the sounds of bottles smashing.

I don't think he's
telling us everything.

Of course not. He's lying
to save his own ass.

We don't have a murder weapon.

The mother was a complete
mess during her statement.

There's conflicting
evidence at the crime scene.

Look, he shot at the house

and a bullet hit the little girl.

Don't complicate this.

You afraid you have to do
some more police work, Buke?

I'm sorry, how many homicide cases

have you been involved in?

- Oh yeah, none.
- All right. Easy, Buke.

I don't believe he did it.

Then who did?

- What about his friends?
- Oh, come on.

Maybe they know something.

- Maybe they don't.
- Look, you two figure it out.

Find that murder weapon.

I'm going back to the friends.

Maybe we get their prints match

with the beer bottles.

Thin.

Yeah, well...

We've gotta make some
sort of a statement.

Come on.

Chief, have you found the killer yet?

On behalf of the Justice Department,

I would like to say that
we have made an arrest

in the tragic death of young
Chloe Annabella MacMillan.

Now, it's a result of some

excellent investigative police work

by our newly designated
Tribal Police Force.

Can you tell us the specifics
of who was charged?

Well, as it is an ongoing investigation,

at this time, that information

will not be made public.

Is it true that the person
under arrest is a minor

and indigenous?

Like I said, it's under investigation.

Why is Tribal involved, then?

What I will say is this.

Now, many cases cross over.

From Justice, to Metro,
to Tribal, and vice versa.

Integration, partnership,
and cooperation.

Whoa. You should take a hit.

Gets you super hard, dude.

Trust me.

No more. It makes you too crazy.

Come on let's just
have fun with these two.

My parents get home tomorrow.

Okay.

But you have to take, just one.

Hey, you wanna see who that is?

It's the cops. What do we do?

- Cops, dude. Cops!
- What?

The cops are at the door.

That little Indian bitch
must have told them.

They're not real cops,
they're Indian cops.

Hey. Call backup.

Obviously they're in there.

Already on it.

What are you doing?

Shots fired! Shots fired!

2248, Thomas Street!

Hey!

Suspect on foot.

Woodburn is in pursuit.

Stop, you little shit!

Make me chase you like that, huh?

Ah!

I didn't do anything.

Come on Cody, just shoot!

I'll do it, then!

Holy shit!

Chloe, no!

Shit, man!

Come on, man.

I didn't do anything!

Looks like you took a good one.

Nice work...

Chief.

I'll show you Chief.

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