All language subtitles for Longmire.S02E09.720p.BluRay.x265-Jester

Well,
it looks pretty big.

Should be able to
get enough timber

to do my cabin steps.

It's a sign
that you are a lucky man.

Good timing.
The election is a week away.

One day,
you're standing tall.

Next day, people are walking
all over you.

A lot can change
in a week.

Ignore the polls.

I do.

But there are some things
I can't ignore.

You still haven't told me

about your chat
with detective Fales.

You know the police.

He asked questions,
and I answered.

Worry not... in one week,
you will be re-elected

and life
will get back to normal.

We'll see.

That answer verged on optimism,
almost excitement.

You want this job.
Let's just finish this one.

You want Branch to win?

No.
So you want this job.

Knock it off.

You've never said
you want anything.

Just say it.

Come on.

Say you want to be sheriff
and you want to win.

Okay.

I want to win.

No, no, no.

Don't put words
in my mouth.

Walt Longmire's
done a fine job.

All I'm saying

is Absaroka county
deserves more than fine.

We need to look forward,
not backward.

I'll call you back.

Return to your vehicle,
ma'am.

You know how fast
you were going?

80 in a 55.
81.

I'm gonna ask you again...
Return to your vehicle.

We need to talk.

Here?
Yeah.

Um, I didn't ass-dial you
the other night.

I called you
and pretended I ass-dialed you.

I mean, I have ass-dialed you,
but not that time.

That time, I wanted to see you,
and I can't.

My head's not in the right place
for a relationship.

I wanted to call you
and tell you all of this,

but I'm sick of the phone,
and I'm not gonna text,

so I wanted to say it
face-to-face.

Well...

We could have met for coffee
or at the monkey bars.

No, I didn't want anyone
to see us

and get the wrong idea
and start gossiping.

I mean,
you know this town.

Right? So...

Now it just looks like
you're giving me a ticket.

Yeah. Great.

Now it just looks like
candidate Connally

is harassing
the competition's daughter.

Don't bring politics
into this.

We're friends, right?
But that's it.

That I can do...
Nothing more. I'm done.

You want to
say something?

Fine.

Cady...
We're not done here.

Did you not understand
what I just said?

Barely.
Okay.

I want to see you again,
too.

Not gonna happen.

I think it will.

See you in court.

Do you see anyone?
No.

All right,
let's let it cool down.

Sheriff Longmire, the fire
department can handle this.

It's a volunteer
fire department.

Today,
we volunteered.

Geez, relax, mathias.

He saw the smoke
and came running.

Yeah,
to a nice photo op.

This is not
about the campaign.
Well, that's funny

coming from Walt Longmire's
campaign chairman.

What the hell
happened here?

I don't know.
I do.

This house belongs
to Dolan Lone Elk.

He's been protesting
a fracking operation

just outside the res.

Now his house blows up

from methane seeping
into his water supply.

It's ironic, isn't it?
What's the name
of the company

that's been doing
the fracking?
Newett Energy.

You know, mathias,

the link between fracking
and water contamination

hasn't totally
been proven.

There's some methane

that naturally occurs
in sediment.

Not everything's
a conspiracy.

Henry!
Toss me your lighter!

Walt, we just
put this fire out.

I rest my case.

Both spouts are open.
Water was running.

Which means
the gas was leaking.

Someone
was definitely home.

All the windows
are closed.

This one's locked.

Build up enough methane pressure
in an enclosed space,

you get all this.

Dolan told me the
methane levels made him afraid

to even take a shower without
opening the windows first.

Why didn't Dolan
do it this time?

I got it.

Are you taking the body
to doc Bloomfield?

Is this
suddenly my case?

Ours.

My people,
your energy company.

Accident or not,
blood is on their hands.

Okay, boys.

The sooner
we get the autopsy done,

the faster we find out
what actually happened.

Ever heard of a burn victim
leaking blood?

I don't think
it's blood.

What is it?
Paint.

What the hell's
going on here?

Please, brother.
Keep back.

I have a right
to see that body.

Sir, you can't come in here.
Hey, hey, hey.

It's okay, Philly.
It's his house.

That's Dolan Lone Elk.

If you're Dolan Lone Elk,
then who's this?

Ethan.
It's my brother, Ethan.

Take a seat.

Any idea why Ethan
was at your home?

He's family. He doesn't need
a reason to be there.

And where were you?

I was at a sweat.

For what?

For strength
to fight Newett Energy.

Idle no more is planning
a protest here today.

They can't silence us.

You think
this explosion

was someone
trying to silence you?

Ever since I blew the whistle
on Newett Energy

and started telling people
what this company is doing

to our land
and our water,

they've been trying
their damndest to intimidate me.

My brother's murder

will just make our voices
stronger and stronger.

Okay. So, if it wasn't
an accident, why would
someone kill Ethan?

Because they thought
he was me.

I guess all Cheyenne

look the same
to everybody at Newett.

Was Ethan part
of idle no more?

No.

After he graduated high school,
he left the res for college.

He just moved back
a few months ago

and accepted a management
position at Nighthorse Casino.

I guess he figured that
white presidents on green paper

would cure
all that ills us.

Maybe he just didn't know
about the methane problem.

Oh, Ethan knew.
All Cheyenne know about it.

We got to open windows and doors
just to wash our hands.

We have to sleep with windows
cracked and one eye open.

We need
to notify Ethan's wife.

Sometimes, this kind of news
is better coming from family.

Her name is Lauryn.

She works at the casino,
too,

and I'd prefer it
if you informed her.

So,
if you two don't mind,

I've got to get back
to my people.

I'll see myself out.

Doctor Bloomfield called.

He wants you
to come over right away,

said he needed to talk to you
in person.

Damn it,
I really wanted to meet him.

So what is
doc Bloomfield like, anyway?

Ruggedly handsome

with a somewhat irresistible
air of mystery.

Hey, doc.
This is deputy Moretti.

My mother's Japanese,
father's scots-Jewish.

Thought I'd be Korean,
right?

We didn't come here
for your genealogy, doc.

You said you needed
to talk in person.

The, uh, mayor asked me to
personally oversee the autopsy

and inform you
of any results.

Why?

Well, apparently,
Newett Energy's C.E.O.

Called the mayor's office
this morning,

wanted to make sure
no details were overlooked.

Also wanted to make sure
no law-enforcement officials

jump to any costly conclusions
about liability.

I assume
that means me.

Well, you do got a reputation
of being a Cheyenne advocate,

and you never
really learned

how to properly oil
the haunches of power.

What did you find?

So far, nothing but trouble.

First of all, Ethan Lone Elk
had been painted red

from head to toe.

Now, the paint fueled the fire
on his front, as you can see,

but his back
was preserved,

most likely
'cause he was lying down

when the blast occurred.

I took a sample of the paint...
Red, oil-based.

Here. I cut a swatch
from his shirt.

And I hate racial stereotypes
as much as the next guy,

but it looks like
he was one drunk Indian.

I swabbed
inside his cheek.

Hardly seems official.

You can't actually
get a tox screen back

in 24 hours, can you?

We don't have the luxury
of time,

given all the givens,
darling.

So, deputy Moretti,
please do me a favor.

I want you
to hold this mouthpiece

over Ethan's mouth
just like so.

Ah. Grazie.

Walt, I want you
to stand there.

Now,
on the count of three,

I want you to press down
on the victim's chest.

Ready?

One, two, three.

He just blew a 0.34.

That's a hell of a lot of beer,
eh, Walt?

We didn't find
any empty beer bottles or cans,

anything at his house.

So,
Ethan was drinking.

This doesn't explain
why he was painted red

before a house
went up in flames.

Hey, Ruby.
Where are you going?

Uh, to my desk.

Nope.
Walt wants us to go out.

Why?

Paint shopping...
We need to match this color.

Where's this from?

Off a gentleman from the res...
Ethan Lone Elk.

I just don't get people
sometimes.

They painted
his entire body red.

It's horrible.
Let's go, hot shot.

Full-time jobs
and medical benefits

for 42 Cheyenne, 14 arapaho,
6 lakota, and 3 crow.

Now remind me...
How again is this casino

a negative influence
for the res?

I'm not here
to debate with you, Jacob.

I need to talk
to one of your employees.

News travels faster than you,
sheriff.

This about
the explosion?

No comment.
I didn't tell his wife.

I didn't think
it was my place.

That's your job...
For now, anyway.

Lauryn Lone Elk...
She's training, third table in.

Face of steel, eyes of steel...
You control the table.

Don't show them a thing.

Lauryn Lone Elk?

I'm lauryn.
How can I help you?

Mrs. Lone Elk,
can you take a break?

You have five minutes,
not a moment more.

I'm very sorry
to tell you

there was an explosion
on the reservation today,

and your husband, Ethan...
He was killed.

Can we
not do this here?

Did your husband
tell you

he was going to
his brother's house?

He never does.
Why?

Ethan's family
is a difficult issue.

My husband and I
have learned not to discuss it.

I don't exactly fit
the Lone Elk family's image

of an ideal squaw.

He said
he stopped visiting them,

but I know
he was still going.

Did Ethan
always go to Dolan's house,

or did they ever go anywhere
for a beer?

Ethan didn't drink.

Though he should have
with the pressures of his job.

I understand
he worked at the casino, too.

Ethan ran
human resources,

drug-testing
potential employees.

He decided who got the job
and who didn't.

That can't have been easy.
He get any threats?

For not hiring someone
or for marrying me?

Both.

Sure.

Anonymous phone calls,
hang-ups.

S.U.V.s rolling
by our house.

I couldn't tell you if that was
because of me or the job.

But that's our life.

And we refused
to live in fear.

I need
to get back to work.

Deputy Connally,
I suggest you steer clear

of this Ethan Lone Elk
situation.

Sounds like
an opportunity.

However it shakes out,
people are gonna get angry,

and you don't want to
alienate any voting blocs.

Let Walt fall on it.
It's a political grenade.

I disagree.
Listen, you jump in,

you're either gonna piss off
big business or the Cheyenne.

You can't afford
to lose either group

one week away
from the election.

I got to go.

I need Ethan's list
of job applicants,

especially ones
that didn't make the cut.

So, you've dismissed
the energy company already

and want to look for a killer
among my hardworking employees.

Why not look
under the ground, man?

That's where the stench
is coming from.

You say you want to
help the Cheyenne.

You get me that list,
or you give it to mathias...

I don't care.

Your employee
was killed.

The person that did it
might be on that list.

Well,
if I did have such a list,

it would be
quite confidential.

Then I'll get
quite the subpoena.

Let's go.

Hi.

Victoria.

Can I
call you back later?

No. I-I kind of need
to talk to you right now.

Okay,
but make it quick.

The shit has totally
hit the fan today.

I know.

Hey, you! Yeah, you!
Look at me!

Look at me!
You killed my brother!

How does it feel to work
for a bunch of murderers?!

That's Sean's truck.

What are you
doing here?

Watching.
Not them... them.

It's energy company
security guards...

They've already taken out
one of us.

I'm not letting them
get another.

Keep your head, mathias.
I'll take care of it.

Idle no more
is a peaceful group.

This looks like something
completely different.

I don't think some of these
people are even in the group.

Maybe Henry will be able to
talk some sense into them.

I was called.
By who?

His people.

Great.
So, what do we do now?

Sir, step out of the car,
please.

You're under arrest
for inciting a riot.

Walk out in cuffs
if you want to get out of here.

Come on.

That's for Ethan!

Don't make me
come back for you!

Newett Energy is poisoning
our land and our people!

They killed my brother!

They also own that truck!

Get down!

They will not break us!

They're trespassing
on our land,

and they need to be sent back
to where they came from!

"This is our song. Stand forever strong!"

Come here!

Who's gonna be next?

I am.

Is this your idea
of justice, sheriff?

Newett Energy poisons our water

and murders my brother,
and you put us behind bars,

while he sits there
like an honored guest?

He's simply filling out
a formal damage report...

Thanks to you.

He'll be gone
when he's finished.

His arrest was fake.
Ours was real.

You know, there was a time
when you people at least tried

to disguise
your double standard.

Just how much money
is Newett Energy donating

towards your re-election
campaign anyway, sheriff?

Not a cent.
Prove it.

Ask my campaign manager.

It is true.
They are not donors.

Walt, we need to talk...
You and me in private.

I just received
the official tox-screen report

on Ethan Lone Elk.

It appears
the explosion didn't kill him.

He was already dead.

How did he die?
Acute alcohol poisoning.

At 0.34?

That came
from his lungs.

But his blood test
came back at 0.92...

More than 10 times
the legal limit.

I actually called
to chew out the lab.

I thought the number
was a typo.

No one can drink that much
without passing out.

Someone was force-feeding him
the alcohol.

Any signs of bruising
from a fight, being tied up?

The burning
and bubbling of the skin

would have covered
all that up.

This man
was painted red

and forced to ingest alcohol
until his body shut down.

Pretty brutal death.

We might be looking
at a hate crime...

Emphasis on hate.

You gonna tell
the mayor?

Not until
I get all the facts.

Politicians like solutions,
not problems.

You get anywhere
on our red paint?

Got one of my deputies
on it.

How many drinks
has she had?

Five.

Better bring me
four more.

Victoria, what they're saying
about us isn't true.

You mean Newett?
Yeah.

So, ready to go home?

I don't think
I can yet.

I think it's gonna be
a long night.

Oh. I get it.

Vic...
I'd give you a kiss,

but I don't want to
incite another riot.

Come on.
I'll walk you out.

Sheriff.

Ethan was dead
before the house exploded.

You sure?
Unfortunately so.

Dolan,
who wanted him dead?

Ethan mention anyone
to you?

This is insane.

You already know
what happened.

Newett Energy has been
targeting me for months.

Ethan died
in a methane explosion

in my house
because they thought he was me.

Ethan was the target,
not you.

How do you know that?

Blood tests
suggest alcohol poisoning,

and Ethan didn't drink.

A cynical man would accuse you
of trying to shift blame away

from the energy company.

Why should we expect
anything else, standing bear?

The sheriff's department is
in bed with the energy company.

I'm not helping you
pin the blame on someone else.

Then enjoy your stay.

Taxi!

Uh...
I've got a better idea.

I appreciate the ride...
Mm-hmm.

...your open-mindedness,
and discretion.

As well
as your pepperoni.

Oh, my God.

Oh, you have to
eat the crust.

You eat your half.
I'll eat mine.

Yeah.

What are you looking at?

Are you gonna throw up?

Where did you get
those eyes?

I'm surprised
to see you packing.

I thought
you didn't live in fear.

I said, "we."

Ethan's gone
and his dream with it.

Tell me that dream.

To move back to the res,
to create jobs.

You know, he even wanted us
to move to the res,

but that's
where I put my foot down.

I mean, I wouldn't have dragged
him to the west Memphis project

to put up
with everything I escaped.

Ethan moved back
to help the res,

and the res killed him.

The res didn't kill him.
A person did.

Your husband's death
wasn't an accident.

He may have been murdered
before that house exploded.

You said
Ethan didn't drink.

His blood-alcohol level
was 0.92.

That's enough
to kill him.

He was painted red.
Someone targeted him.

They painted him red
because he wasn't red enough,

because he wasn't
Indian enough,

because
he chose a black woman.

Was anyone particularly
angry about that?

Ethan's family.
Even now they won't let up.

You know his dad
called me an hour ago?

Not to give me sympathy
but to inform me

that the tribe did not
recognize me as Ethan's wife

and that I had no right
to Ethan's body.

Do you think they might have
turned that anger on Ethan?

Do you really think
his family

could have done this
because of me?

There's also a possibility

that someone
may have been angry with Ethan

'cause he turned them down
for a job.

Your husband
ever talk about

the people that failed
his drug test?

That was
confidential information.

Ethan was
very by-the-book.

But he wasn't much
with passwords.

Cady?

Aah!

Look at you!
Stop.

You are drunk!
Stop.

You are drunk!

Stop.

Hey! Hey, hey. No.

No!

Whoo!
Look at me!

Bravo.

No!

No!

You sure
you want to be friends?

Things have calmed down.
And I release you both.

Before I do, Dolan,

I want you to look at a name
on this list for me.

This is a list
of casino job applicants...

People your brother drug-tested
and disqualified.

My brother
was just doing his job.

I imagine
there's some hard feelings

if people blamed Ethan
for taking jobs away, so...

One name on that list
stands out... Mancell Lone Elk.

He a relation
of yours?

You said these are the people
that failed the drug test?

You know this man?

He's my father,

but he's been clean and sober
for 11 years.

Not according
to your brother.

I'm here to take
a Dolan Lone Elk
into federal custody.

Oh, sorry... my manners.

I am Lawrence ward,

Federal Bureau of Investigation,
Casper office.

Sheriff,
I'd like to thank you

for your cooperation in this.
What cooperation?

Well, for arresting
Mr. Lone Elk here.

I'm releasing him.
I'll take him.

Disruption
of international business,

destruction
of private property...

Oh, and a politically
motivated murder.

You think
I killed my brother?

Oh, Dolan, now, I imagine
you probably thought

blowing up
your own house

would result in some publicity
for your cause.

It has.

What are you implying?
What I'm saying is,

is that Mr. Lone Elk here
has hit the big-time.

He's now
a domestic terrorist.

Well, in the realm
of drunken mistakes,

that was not so bad.

Maybe that should be
my new campaign slogan...

"Branch Connally,
not so bad."

Good.
Hair of the dog?

Duty calls. Got to work.

Oh. Oh.

Ahh.

Cady,
it's 6:30 in the morning.

I made coffee.

What's going on?

I'm a single,
highly educated woman

in the middle
of Wyoming

with absolutely no career
to speak of.

And my dad
and my ex-boyfriend

are in the middle
of a nasty campaign fight.

And recently, I just found out
that my mother...

Your mother what?

Is this
about Denver?

No.

You should go.

I should be right here.

This is
where I should be.

My mom
didn't die of cancer.

Thanks for meeting me,
mathias.

What do you want
with Mancell Lone Elk?

Same as you.
Answers.

Ethan's dead.

His brother's been labeled
a terrorist.

Now you want to
harass his father?

Hasn't the family
suffered enough, Walt?

I appreciate your concern,
mathias,

but the sheriff's
just doing his job.

Probably not for long.

Mr. Lone Elk,

it must have been a difficult
job for your son Ethan

to tell people he'd known
his entire life

they're not getting
these high-paying casino jobs.

It was not easy on him,

but I taught my sons
never to choose the easy path.

And you did a fine job
with them.

It must have been
even harder on Ethan

when he disqualified you
for failing the drug test.

This is a tribal elder
you're speaking to, Walt.

How hard was that on you,
Mancell?

Rejection...

Stirs hard feelings
in the soul.

When I failed that test,
I was angry and I was ashamed.

What I should have been
was proud.

I'd raised my two sons
to follow truth

so they could not
be corrupted.

Where were you two nights ago
when your son was killed?

He was leading an N.A. Meeting
at the res center...

The one my sister attends.

I was clean
since Ethan gave me that test.

I wanted to show him
that I was worthy

of calling myself
his father again.

You have no issue
with your son failing you?

Ethan didn't fail me.
I failed him.

But you do have some issues
with his wife.

I choose not to recognize
that woman as Ethan's spouse!

Because she's black.
Because she's not Cheyenne.

When a child chooses to be with
someone you don't approve of,

it feels like rejection,
makes you angry,

and anger leads
to bad decisions.

How could I do that
to my own son... my own son?

Who knows what you would do
if you were high on this.

Is this meth?

That's not mine.

I took it off one of our members
at the N.A. Meeting.

You are an elder.
You said you were clean.

Lying is the easy path.

When I heard about Ethan,
I bought a 1/4 ounce.

Without his expectations
to live up to,

you tell me...
Why the hell bother, huh?

Why the hell bother?

So, who's gonna cuff him,
sheriff?

You or me?

You really think
you should go in today?

I have to go in.

Well, I'm walking you
to the door.

No. No. That would just
make things worse.

They know
we're married.

"Newett Energy
and the sheriff's department

are in bed together."

Wait.
Who said that? Walt?

No.

Dolan Lone Elk, right before
the FBI grabbed him.

So now
you're letting yourself

be influenced
by a terrorist?

Why would you
just call him a terrorist?

Because that's basically
what he is.

Babe, look what he's done
to durant.

Look what he did at
our headquarters the other day.

Sean, please tell me you didn't
call the FBI on him.

Because right now
the heat is off your company.

The whistle-blower
is in federal custody,

and you're using
the same language as the FBI.

Victoria, the FBI debriefed
my boss on the situation.

I was forwarded a memo.

They referred to him
as a terrorist.

That's it.

I'd like
to see that memo.

Just what kind of man
do you think I am?

Where's Mancell Lone Elk?

Thought he'd be safer
with mathias.

Free Dolan!

Free Dolan!
I'm going to work.

Get out of my way!
All of you, move back!

Is she all right?

She got a bit roughed up.
She's fine.

They seem pretty upset.

Why don't you go down there
and ask them to leave?

You might have to
introduce yourself.

You haven't been
around much.

Don't you want to know
about the paint?

I found the shade of red
painted on Ethan Lone Elk.

Tuscan red.

None of the chain stores
could recall any buyers,

but I did get
about 20 names

by hitting all the mom-and-pop
stores in the county.

Mancell's name
on that list?

Why don't you read it
and find out.

Branch got a match on the paint
and a list of buyers.

Mancell's
not on that list,

but that doesn't mean he didn't
already have the paint.

We need to cross-check
the buyers' names

with the list
of everyone else

that failed
Ethan's drug tests.

We should
probably cross-check

with the employees
of Newett Energy, as well.

You do that.

Meantime, I need
to talk to Dolan Lone Elk.

He may be
a little more forthcoming

now he's the FBI's
number-one suspect.

Dolan's
in FBI custody.

How are you
gonna talk to him?

Ask nicely.

Where did everybody go?

Everybody went home.

Nobody left
to supervise their training.

After Walt questioned her,
lauryn Lone Elk quit.

On the bright side,

the man is suffering the worst
political week of his term.

The two biggest job creators
in the area are reeling,

half the county thinks
Walt's coddling the natives,

other half thinks
he's in Newett Energy's pocket.

With all due respect
to Ethan Lone Elk,

he couldn't have picked
a better time to die.

Yeah, well,
I still have a job to do.

I can't keep
my hands clean forever.

No,
you certainly can't,

especially if you actually
want to win this thing.

Even with all of Walt's
sudden political radioactivity,

the election's
gonna be close.

There's got to be
a better way

to tip this thing
in my favor.

You know
what would help?

Dirt on Walt
or his family.

If you've got
any juicy Longmire secrets,

now would the time
to spill them.

This is a closed crime scene,
sheriff.

I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave.

Dolan's still
in your custody?

Mr. Lone Elk
is answering some questions.

I have a few of my own
I'd like to ask him.
Such as?

I'd like to ask him
about some folks on this list...

People his brother
denied casino jobs to.

See if he knows of anyone
making threats against Ethan.

So, you want to ask
the murder suspect

if he thinks you should pin this
on someone else?

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you just let me
have that list.

I'd be happy
to ask Dolan myself.

No,
I'll hold onto this.

If I can't talk
to Dolan,

I'll just run these names
by some of the neighbors.

Did you
get kicked out?

Yeah.
What are you doing here?

Following up
on Mancell Lone Elk.

I searched his house...
No red paint.

So, now I'm hoping to talk
to Dolan about his father.

Hope you have more luck
than I did.

Who lives over there?

That's Grady Littlefoot
and his brothers.

Here we go.

You here to punish us

for exercising our right
to free speech?

It's a free country.

I hear there's another protest
at a fracking rig

going on right now.
Why aren't you there?

You have
a change of heart?

Can't protest every dumb thing
the white man does.

We wouldn't have time for
our better home and gardening.

You looking to sell?

We were.

Then the gas started leaking
out of the faucets.

Then the neighbor's house
blows up.

Right now,
we could turn this place

into the Taj Mahal
and nobody would buy it.

That's a tough break,

especially since you all
just got turned down for a job.

Names are right here
on this list of folks

that didn't pass
the casino drug test.

Must have gotten
under your skin.

Yeah, we don't snort coke
or do meth.

But you did
fail the drug test.

Yeah, for peyote...
That's no drug.

That's our heritage.

So, Ethan Lone Elk
wouldn't cut you any slack

for observing
sacred religious rituals?

Ethan was
a self-righteous prick.

He came back here
after 20 years,

started driving
his white man's car,

waving his
white man's diploma,

showing off
his black man's wife.

It was like suddenly,
he thought he was someone.

He'd pull up
over to Dolan's place,

and we'd call him over,
invite him to a drink,

and he would just stand there
like he was afraid.

So you weren't too heartbroken
about what happened to Ethan.

Eh, he deserved
what happened.

White man's company blows up
the whitest Indian I ever seen.

What do you call that?
Poetic justice.

I'd call that
something else.

See, Ethan was dead
before that house ignited,

and his body
was covered in paint.

Tuscan red... it matches
the stripes on your car.

What, are you trying
to accuse us of something?

I'm still working on it.

Here's what I got
so far.

I think you asked Ethan over
for a drink.

But this time, you didn't
take no for an answer.

I think you grabbed Ethan
and dragged him over here,

held him down,
and forced booze down his throat

and painted him tuscan red
just so he'd remember

no matter how many diplomas
he had,

Ethan would always be
a red-skinned drunk.

After you forced him
to drink himself to death,

you took him
to his brother's house.

You opened the taps,
closed the doors,

and blew the place to bits
to cover up what you'd done...

All because Ethan
had made himself into somebody.

And you...

...were still just you.

Unless you want to see
if your blood is tuscan red,

I'd think twice about that.

You know, I heard
that information I gave you

about the shade of house paint
actually came in handy.

Sorry, I forgot
to bring you your trophy.

Should I step out
so you can measure the blinds?

So, Walt, how's Cady?

Cady's fine.

That's funny,
'cause I don't think she is.

I think she's feeling lost
and alone.

And I think deep down,
she's angry

because she put her entire life
on hold for you

when you needed her.

And now that the tables
have turned and she needs you,

you're too busy being sheriff
to even notice.

Not only do you think you'd be
a better sheriff than me,

you think
you can walk in here

and tell me
how to be a father?

Walt, I know
what happened in Denver.

No, you don't.

If this was
just about you and me,

you'd be reading it
in the paper tomorrow morning.

But this isn't
just about you and me.

So, word of your wife's murder
won't leave this room.

I can promise you that.

But I think
you should consider the idea

that right now
your daughter might need you

more than
the county does.