All language subtitles for Longmire.S02E12.720p.BluRay.x265-Jester

The cowboy has always been
a dying breed.

But he takes his dying slowly,

perched upon his steed.

The prairie is his prison,

his church, his wife.

And if you take away his sky,

you take away his life.

Yet, where does he go

when the ranges all have closed?

Does he retire to his bunkhouse

in depressed repose?

No, he climbs
back in that saddle,

if just to bide his time.

The cowboy knows

a good death...

...is hard to find.

Thanks.

Ed.

All the bank manager
could tell me

was that
the safety deposit box

was rented to a man
named James Notley.

And Notley's will said
that when he died,

they had to deliver this box
to the Absaroka county sheriff.

Ruby?
Check our records
for James Notley.

Already on it.
James Notley sent this here
for a reason.

Ferg,
you got any salt?

Uh... I think so.

You want the pepper,
too, or...

Nope.
Just the salt.

Branch,
hand me your water.

You making
a saline solution?

Let the finger soak
for a few hours,

we'll be able to hydrate it
and get a print off it.

James Notley's been
in the state penitentiary

since 1989.

Lucian arrested him
for armed robbery.

I guess I better
go talk to Lucian.

Come on, Branch.
Let's go shake your family tree.

The ideal woman
is like a good cowboy stew...

Meaty and saucy
and easy to chew.

Her spuds should be yummy
without being gummy,

and her scent should never
turn your face blue.

Lucian...

We need to talk.

Good,
'cause this here boy's

a few iambs short
of a full pentameter anyway.

Can we use
your office?

And miss all this?

Now for the pivotal
middle portion

of my love-struck cowboy
limerick triptych.

I want to know
about James Notley.

Who?

James Notley.

You arrested him
in 1989.

Along with
plenty other men.

You need to be
more specific, Walt.
Armed robbery.

Nope.
Still can't place him.

Too many French fries.

What?
Trans fats.

Causes brain shrinkage,
therefore memory loss.

I read about that
in an issue of neurology.

James Notley sent me
a severed finger today.

That trigger
any memories?

You know, Walt, folks weren't
so chatty back in my day.

I may have had to shorten
many a man's finger.

You chopped off fingers?

Seriously?

Hell, boy,
it was the '70s...

Watergate, women's lib.

All bets were off.

This arrest was made
in 1989.

James Notley.

Armed robbery.

Missing finger.

Oh!

Yes.

Notley.

Right.

Synapses are firing now.

Yep.

I arrested that man
for stealing dinosaur bones.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Ed!

It's Vic Moretti.

How are you?

Deputy Moretti,
I was just thinking about you.

You and your wife aren't still
in durant, are you?

'Cause Sean
just got back to town.

We could go to dinner
at the red pony.

Oh, thanks for the invite.

We headed back to Philly
a few weeks ago.

That's too bad.

Well...

We'll have to take
a rain check, huh?

Yes, we will.

Take good care
of yourself.

You, too, ed.

Distance from caller...

81/2 Miles.

A lot of these prisoners
will hold it in until rec time,

so they can... unload
with a little privacy.

That's what James did,

and he was stabbed 13 times
mid-delivery

and just two weeks away
from his release.

You find out
who did it?
No.

I don't think
we will, either.

Someone covered the lens
of that security camera,

and this place is packed
with killers, literally.

James have
any enemies?

Not that I know of.

But if he made eye contact
with the wrong maniac,

that's all it would take.

Hell,
if one of these lifers

knew James
was gonna be released,

he may have gone all stabby
out of spite.

The D.O.C. Usually handles
prison deaths, sheriff.

And you're from the other side
of the state.

Why are you so interested
in James notley?

Actually, James seemed to take
an interest in me.

He had a package, uh,
sent to my office.

I'm trying
to figure out why.

He have
any recent visitors?

Let me take a look.

According to our records,

his only recent visitors
are this Connie Mallery,

who I assume
to be his girlfriend,

and... you.

Me?

Log-in says you were here
exactly one week ago.

Can I take a look at that?

You are the sheriff
of Absaroka county, right?

Lucian.

You said you didn't remember
James notley.

Prison records say
you visited him
just a week ago.

Well, I guess my memory's
worse off than I thought.

I doubt that.

You know,
you and I have been playing

this here match
for nigh on to six weeks now.

Right now I need you
to answer my questions.

Only if you play
this game.

Get up.

Okay.

Tell me about
James notley.

That man
was a pain in my ass.

He smuggled dinosaur bones
out of the state of Wyoming

and sold them overseas.

Ergo, he was
a rank opportunist

and a speed bump on the road
to scientific progress.

So, how does a speed bump
manage to smuggle dinosaur bones

out from under your nose?

Well, in the summer of 1989,
the university dug up

a complete skeleton
of a triceratops.

It was valued
at $800,000.

And notley waited
until they crate the thing up.

Shows up at the university,

forced some grad student
at gunpoint

to load the crates
into a van.

About a week later,
I get him to confess.

By cutting that off?

By busting
the bastard's alibi, nephew!

Anyway, he had all his fingers
when I saw him last week.

As I recall,
the two middle ones

seemed particularly healthy
and robust.

Why the visit?
Nostalgia?

Money.

By the time
I'd arrested notley,

he had already unloaded
them fossils,

but there was no sign
of the cash he made off of 'em.

And I knew
he'd stash it someplace.

I just offered
to go 50/50.

The 800 grand?

No.

On the finder's fee.

And as I told notley,

a finder can command up to,
I don't know,

50% of any missing money
he finds.

Why would James
want to give you half of 50%?

Because he knew
I'd either find the money

or find him
with the money.

And either way, he'd be screwed
as a cat in a dog pound.

Some people
would call that blackmail.

And some people can kiss
my once-magnificent rump.

So, why'd he send
the finger?

I don't know.

As a souvenir?

From what?

Night of the robbery.

There you are.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

I thought I was doing
the speed limit, deputy.

You told me
you were in Philadelphia.

Yes, I did.

Careful.

I said I was in Philly
because I was afraid

something like this might happen
if you knew I was here.

Honestly, Moretti,
the last time we met,

you creeped me out.

It's not like
I broke into your car.

You okay?
You seem a little paranoid.

What are you doing
in durant, ed?

Ahh

something
about this place.

A lot to live for here.

Besides,
I'm pretty sure I can go

absolutely anywhere
I want to.

Are you sure you're okay?
You seem a little tightly wound.

That is a natural reaction
to being stalked!

Wow.
That's funny,

because it feels like
you're stalking me.

I mean, how did you, uh,
know where to find me, huh?

Triangulate my cellphone?

You did.

Okay.

There's no easy way
to say this,

but I don't want you
to contact me again.

You're making me feel
uncomfortable.

And, quite frankly,
pretty violated.

Have a nice day.

Nope, sorry. No.

Conference hours
are over.

Professor Tony Moten?

I'd like to talk to you
about James notley.

It was after 2:00 A.M.,

and we had brought
the triceratops in

earlier that afternoon.

And as a doctoral candidate,

it was my job to sort
and catalogue the vertebrae.

How did James notley
get in?

I opened the door.

Why?

He knocked.

What happened then?

Look,
this was 24 years ago,

and it's taken me just about
as long to get over it.

Why are you asking me
to do this all over again?

James notley
is due to be released

from the state prison
in about a week.

You think he still blames me
for his arrest?

That's hard to tell.

I opened the door.

A guy in a ski mask
comes out.

He's got his gun in my face.

He tells me that he's gonna take
bones with him,

whether they're mine
or the dinosaur's.

It's up to me to decide.

I tried to stall him.
The next thing I know,

he's got my arm pinned
to this table here.

He pulls out a pocketknife,
and he cuts off my finger.

It took him three times
to get it all the way off!

Did he have anyone else
with him?

Not that I saw, no.

You asked if James notley

still blamed you
for his arrest.

Why?

I described the pocketknife
that he had to the sheriff,

and I think
that's what got him convicted.

So, what'd he do
with your finger?

I don't know.

I was just focused
on trying to survive.

It's pretty convenient
that James robbed them

on the same day
they brought in the skeleton.

Dr. Moten might have been
James' inside man.

If he was,

means he had his own finger
cut off for cover.

Might've been worth it.

My Uncle said that skeleton
was worth 800 grand.

Split that two ways,

I'd say it's still worth
a finger.

And if your partner
gets murdered in prison,

you wouldn't have to share
the money at all.

Well, maybe that's why
James had the finger sent in...

To point the finger
at his partner.

"Point the finger."

That was a joke.

I know it was.

So, what do we have?

A smudge
or a partial print.

Are Dr. Moten's,
uh, prints on file?

Yeah.

He was booked on a D.U.I.
Five years ago, so, yeah.

But just nine prints.

So, that could be
Moten's finger.

Yeah,
or someone else's entirely.

I know my Uncle said

James notley had all his fingers
when he saw him,

but Lucian
and the truth...

They have sort of an
on-and-off-again relationship.

All right, then, Ferg...

Uh, find out
which funeral home

James Notley's body
was sent to.

See if the mortician
noticed any missing fingers.

Hey.

Trouble at home?

Hey, Walt,
the mortician said

that James notley
had multiple stab wounds,

but he still had all...

Of his fingers.

Mortician say
anything else?

Yeah, that, uh,
Notley's funeral...

Is in about an hour.

Want to come to a funeral
with me?

Might cheer you up.

I'll take you up
on the next one.

God entrusts us
with the miracle of life.

Thus, we must trust
God's wisdom.

We live in an imperfect world.

We're tested.

What are you
doing here?

Sheriffing.
What are you doing?

Well, just burying
one more S.O.B.

I'm happy
to have outlived.

Sometimes you've got to take
a moment to smell the roses.

Is that James' girlfriend,
Connie Mallery?

Yep.

You planning on
talking to her?

Well...

I need to find out
what she knows

about James notley

and a possible partner
of his.

Walt,
if notley had a partner,

I'd have smoked him out
by now.

Let's talk
to Connie anyway.

If you want her to talk,
don't take me.

Why?
Notley claimed

he was with Connie
the night of the robbery.

When I... tricked her
into admitting otherwise,

it busted his alibi,
put him in prison.

All these long years later,
she still ain't talking to me.

So, did sheriff Connally
send you here?

I've told that man
for 20 years

I don't know where James
hid the money, okay?

I'm just trying
to figure out

what James
was trying to tell me.

He, uh...

He sent a safe deposit box
to my office,

delivered
after he died.

What was in it?

A finger.

I don't know whose it is
or why James sent it to me.

Do you?

Oh, good lord, no.

Do you know
if James had a partner?

If he did,
he never told me.

Did he ever mention
the name Tony Moten?

Well, he was the guy
who was involved in the robbery,

but James and I really never
talked about him.

We only talked
about the future.

But the last time,

we barely talked
at all.

We got in this fight,
and I walked out.

It was just so stupid.

What did you
fight about?

You know, he was...

He was this close
to getting released,

and... he was miserable.

He just kept getting
more and more paranoid

and saying that he was never
gonna get of there alive

and someone
was gonna screw him over.

Did he say who?

No.

I, of course, thought
he was imagining things.

This has always been
his favorite dress of mine.

24 years
to wear it again.

I thought
it'd be a happy day.

Everything okay?

Not really.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

I used to be a brunette.

I dyed it blond
when we first moved here.

And we didn't just move here
for Sean's work.

We also moved here
for, uh, my protection.

Why?

Back in Philly,
at my old precinct,

there was a cop
named Bobby Donolato.

And he was caught up
in some, uh...

Some really dark stuff.

So, I uh...
Reported him.

There was
an investigation,

and then Bobby blew his brains
out in his bathtub.

Why didn't you tell me this
when you applied for the job?

'Cause I didn't think
you'd hire me.

Because you'd done
the right thing

at your last job?

Bobby's friends didn't think
it was the right thing.

They blamed me
for everything,

especially
Bobby's partner...

Ed Gorski.

You mean the ex-cop
who turned up a few weeks back?

I could never prove it,

but ed started leaving
bullet casings in my locker,

on my car.

So, Sean...

Started talking to his company
about a transfer.

And we moved.

Why are you
telling me this now?

Because Ed's stalking me.

He's broken into my car,
my house.

Can you prove that?

No.

Has he threatened you?

No.

As you know,

unless ed
makes a direct threat,

there's not much
legally can be done.

Is Sean in town
right now?

No.

Then don't go home tonight.

You stay at my cabin
till we can figure this out.

Okay.

Walt... oh!

Um, Hank Thompson
from the state prison

is on the phone.

What you got, Hank?

One of our guys on the cleaning
crew found this letter.

In James' cell?

Yeah, penthouse suite.

It was sticking out
of James' old mattress.

Officially,
that's D.O.C. Evidence,

but they won't do squat
with it.

I thought
you'd want a copy

before I gave it to them
to file away.

Appreciate it.
You bet.

James notley had a partner
named Riley Manning.

James' letter says
that if Riley

denies being his partner,
just show him the finger.

It's his.

Letter also says

that if notley
is killed in prison,

it's because, uh,
Riley found the money

and had him killed.

What do you want me
to do?

Letter says
that the money's hidden

in an abandoned car
past mile marker 24.

Go see if it's there.

On my way.

What about you?

I'm going to the home
of Riley Manning.

Well, it look like
we both we struck out...

No Riley, no cash.

The most likely explanation

is that Riley Manning
has taken off with the money.

One of his neighbors
saw him

loading his pickup
in a hurry.

We'll speak to Connie Mallery
tomorrow,

see if she knows anything
about Riley

or where
he might have gone.
Okay. Sounds good.

You sure you don't want to,
uh, switch spots?

Um, I've spent many a night
on that couch.

It wouldn't put me out.
No, that's okay.
Thanks.

Extra blankets are in the pantry
if you need them.

Okay.

Hello? Walt?

I'm returning
that book I borrowed!

I know it's late.
I guess...

I was just in the neighborhood.

Of course.

It's the co-workers
you have to look out for.

I guess my ex
was right after all.

You spend
that much time together,

something's
bound to happen.

Lizzie, this isn't
what it looks like.

Don't pretend
to be embarrassed.

Here, read it.

You can't count on just being
young and willing forever.

I'm married!

When has that stopped anyone?

I knew this was
gonna happen eventually!

I just thought you'd be man
enough to tell me when it did!

What are you doing here?

Making a fool
of myself again.

Pretending to return
your book.

Lizzie, this...
She already told me

how it isn't
exactly what it looks like.

What a strange love rectangle
you've got going.

Excuse me?
Well, as I'm sure
you have not noticed,

I really like you.

But you're still in love
with your dead wife!

And I was willing
to live with that,

because I thought there was
a part of you set aside for me!

But there's not, because
you're saving it for her!

Lizzie, there's nothing going on
between me and Vic.

Nothing.

Oh, Walt.

Of course there is.

You're just too afraid
to admit it.

Still no word
on Riley Manning's whereabouts?

Vic and Ferg are coordinating
a search for Manning's truck,

a silver pickup,

either no plates
or stolen plates.

Ruby sent an A.P.B.
To the highway patrol.

You mean Riley Manning
was James' partner?

I mean,
they were friends, but...

Riley?

What gives you that idea?

Is Riley missing a finger
on either hand?

Actually, yeah.
On his right hand.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe
I didn't think of that before.

Wait.

So, was it Riley's finger
in that box you received?

We think so.

James left a letter
in his cell.

That's why we think
Riley was his partner.
Wow.

When's the last time
you saw Riley?

I used to see him
every month.

He'd come by
and get a haircut.

He was always
between jobs,

and he was
James' friend,

so I wouldn't charge him.

But then he just stopped
coming over.

When?

Um, this last winter.

I think the last time
I saw Riley

was about three months ago.

I was hiking
out by Lake Desmet,

and he nearly caused me
to jump out of my sneakers.

Why?

Well, he shouted at me
from the lake.

He was piloting this,
like, 30-foot sailboat.

So, how does a guy
who can't afford a haircut

end up with a sailboat?

I don't know.

Some guys are just lucky,
I guess.

Thanks for your time.

Of course.

Man, I was going
the speed limit.
I know.

I got an A.P.B. Out
on a silver pickup,

so I need to see
your driver's license

and your registration.

Is your father
named Riley Manning?

I don't know.
I never met my daddy.

Look, I really can't afford
to pay for a ticket right now.

So, is there anything
I can do to get out of it?

Well, this is actually
my neighbor's truck.

And, uh...

I don't think
it's registered, so...

Wait right here.
I'll be right back.

Those plates are stolen.

Riley Manning!

Raise up your arms
and step slowly out of the car!

So, you didn't even follow him?

Ferg,
what happened?

Look, I knew I couldn't
stall the suspect long enough

for backup to arrive.

I figured
he was armed and dangerous.

So, I approached the truck.

I addressed him
by his name,

and he sped off.

Yeah,
of course he did.

But not until after
I dropped my watch

into the bed
of his pickup.

It's a digital watch...

With built-in GPS...

Which means we can track
Riley Manning wherever he goes.

Riley Manning?

We have something
of yours.

So, aren't you curious

how I got hold
of your finger?

What makes you think
it's mine?

Your partner told me.

Before he was murdered,

James notley
took it upon himself

to bequeath that finger
to my department.

It seems to have something to do
with a triceratops skeleton

the two of you stole
and sold off back in 1989.

Some dinosaur bones?
You've got the wrong guy.

Tell James that.

"My confession in 1989
was incomplete.

"I never named my partner,
Riley Manning,

"who helped me plan the heist,
drove the van,

and kept watch
as the bones were loaded."

That's damning testimony...

Armed robbery and murder.

Nobody died
during that heist.

I'm not talking
about Tony Moten.

I'm talking about James.

"I have reason to believe
Riley has recently found out

"where I hid the 840 grand.

"If this is true,
I fully expect to be killed

before I am released."

Whoa. Whoa.
Wait now. I...

I might have been involved

in a few robberies
a long time ago,

but I never killed
anyone.

And I sure as hell
wouldn't turn on James.

He was my partner.

Most guys would've sold out
their partner,

plea-bargained
for a lesser sentence.

Not James.

He did the time. And when
he got out, he got the money.

That was the deal.

So, why'd he have
your finger?

I got 10% of the money
up front.

James got the rest.

But he was going away
for a long time.

I wanted to prove to him
he could trust me.

So I pulled out a knife,

and I gave him 10%
of the fingers on my hand.

Where's what money
right now?

Wherever James put it.

This letter
says he hid it

in the trunk
of an abandoned car.

We checked that car.
It's gone.

Well, that sucks.

But I don't know
where it's at.

I might be tempted
to believe that

if you didn't split
from your house

and speed away
from my deputy.

If you had nothing to do
with James' murder, why run?

James' girl warned me.

Connie called,

said I should probably
lay low for a while,

that the sheriff
was on my trail.

She's never forgiven herself
for getting James arrested.

I guess she doesn't
want to feel responsible

for my arrest, as well.

Me and James
were like brothers.

So, why'd he write
this letter?

He didn't.

I'll bet you
old sheriff Connally

blackmailed James into giving up
the location of the money

and then pulled strings
to have him killed behind bars

and then planted that letter
to set me up.

What makes you think
Lucian would do that?

His nature.

I mean, he stole James' girl
20 years ago.

Why not steal
his money, too?

Lucian had a relationship
with Connie Mallery?

That's a polite way
of putting it.

Sheriff Connally
pounced on her

the second he put James
behind bars.

You owe me a beer.

The heart is like a horse that
you can break, but never ride.

The heart is like a horse...

That you can break...

We need to talk.

About what?!
I'm practicing art here!

About your relationship
with Connie Mallery.

You can lead the horse
to jagged cliffs

and force it to peer
into the great divide.

Stick to prose.
Oh, come on, Walt.

You can't take poor Connie
at her word.

The girl
is grieving still.

She's gonna come
a little unwound.

I didn't hear it
from Connie.

I heard it
from Riley Manning.

Riley Manning.

Now, who in the hell
would that be?

That'd be
James Notley's partner.

Ever since I looked into
James Notley's murder,

you've been lying to me.

There are now accusations

that you're the one
behind the murder.
Okay, Walt.

Okay! You win!

I'm not like you!

I'm not perfect!

I've actually made
a few damn mistakes in my life!

Well, what are we
talking about...

Chopping off fingers,
sleeping with a witness,

or having a man killed?

Look, every one of those

fingerless pissants
had it coming.

But that don't make me
a murderer, just a man.

So, you did have a relationship
with Connie.

Oh. Well...

For a while, I did.

She was scared and needed
somebody to protect her.

And if you think
she's pretty now,

you should've seen her
20 years ago.

Looking back,
you might say I...

Took advantage
of the situation.

But I don't regret it.

We brought Riley Manning in.
He was on the run.

He said Connie
tipped him off.

Did you give her any details
about this investigation?

No. Now, why the hell
would you think that, Walt?

Because Connie
warned Riley Manning

before I even told her
we were looking for him.

Connie, it's sheriff Longmire.
We need to talk.

Connie?!

I need you to come down
to the station!

And, Hank, since you're off duty
from the prison,

why don't you
come with us?

So, why am I here?

I thought you said
that James' letter

named Riley as his killer.

Aren't you arresting him
for James' murder?

Riley's four months behind
on his pickup payment.

His mortgage
is upside down.

He certainly
doesn't own a sailboat.

In fact, Riley's never had
much money at all.

Which means he's never really
had a reason to kill James.

Oh, my God.

Ohh.

I'm...

I'm afraid to say it,

but...

What if...

What if it was Hank?

I mean, you know that he works
at the prison.

That's how we met
in the first place.

What if Hank was afraid
that I'd go back to James

once he was released?

How long have you and Hank
been seeing each other?

Well, I mean, not long.
You know?

I mean, for years
I was faithful, but...

You think Hank
is capable of murder?

You know, he told me

that he wouldn't want to live
without me.

I just...

You know, I just thought that
he was just being sweet, but...

Hank's got
this jealous streak.

And his temper...

If he was angry...

Yeah, I think
he could've killed James.

Would you be willing
to say that in court?

I don't know.

When Hank gets angry,
it can get...

Pretty scary.

I just talked to Connie.

What'd she say?

This.

Hank's got
this jealous streak.

And his temper...

If he was angry...

Yeah, I think
he could've killed James.

I can't believe it.

Believe what?

That she would talk about me
like that.

I never laid a hand
on her.

James was the abuser,
not me.

Connie said she was afraid

that James would go crazy on her
when he got out.

You were
supposed to protect her?

Yeah.
What'd you do about that?

I told psycho Carl

that James was going around
calling him his bitch.

Next thing you know,

James was getting shanked
on the crapper.

You did this
at Connie's request?

Damn right I did,

and on her dime.

She paid me 15 grand.

Where do you think Connie got
that kind of money from?

Who knows?
I mean, her job?

She's an occasional hairdresser,
works out of her house.

So unless she got
a pretty big tip...

Oh, shit.

You mean Connie
has James' 800 grand?

Did you forge that letter
you found in James' cell?
I didn't have to.

James wrote it himself
and gave it to me.

Connie was telling him
about some friend

that had been buying
sailboats

and taking vacations
in the Caribbean.

All of a sudden,
James starts getting

all paranoid
about this friend.
Riley Manning.

She was playing us
the whole time, wasn't she?

She found James' money
and spent it.

Come on.

She had you kill James

before he was released
and could figure it out.

Connie,
you can come out now.

Connie, is there anything
you want to say to Hank?

He's gonna be going away
for quite a while.

I believe in mercy,
sheriff.

But anybody who did
what he did to James

deserves whatever's coming.

I couldn't agree more.

Actually...

It's this way.

What...

What are you doing?

Arresting you...

For conspiracy
and murder.

Wait.

Hank told me
the whole story.

And, Connie,
for your own protection...

I'd stay on that side
of the cell.

Sheriff,
I don't understand.

Wait. What...

When Hank gets angry,
it can get...

Pretty scary.

It's your move, Walt.

You've been exposing your queen,

hoping I'll rush in
and get myself trapped.

The queen's gambit.

I guess not everyone's
gonna fall for it.

Like the horse
has its rider,

like the moon
has its sky...

...so a man
has his loneliness

mistaken as pride.

The sheriff
is not here.

I'm not looking for Walt.

I'm looking for you.

Can you keep a secret,
Henry?

I have been known
to keep one or two.

That ex-boxer
from the res

who knocks
people's teeth out...

What's his name?

His name is Hector,
and he's a mercenary for hire,

for the Cheyenne.

Do you think
he'd ever do something

for someone
who wasn't Cheyenne?

What did you have in mind?

Yeah?

Walt, do you know
one of your deputies

came to me
to hire Hector?

What did Vic want?

For Hector to scare off
a man named ed Gorski.

Can I help you?

"We men are wretched things."

We are?

Says who?

Achilles.

About 3,000 years ago.

Read "the iliad"?

I'm familiar
with the classics.

But have you read it, ed?

Interpretations vary.

I think it's a poem
about a man's destructive rage.

Achilles was a warrior.

He had a partner,
a fellow warrior.

A friend.

There's no greater enemy

than the mortal enemy
of a friend.

I would not disagree
with that.

So achilles confronted
his friend's great enemy.

Achilles gave the man
one warning...

There is no weapon...

No army that could protect
this enemy

from the sheer hell
that is Achilles' rage.

And what happened
to this enemy?

Achilles ran his sword
through the man's guts

and dragged his dead body
around the town.

So...

Could this enemy have done
anything otherwise?

He could have got
out of town

while he still had
the chance.