All language subtitles for Longmire.S04E01.1080p.BluRay.Remux

Henry, hi.

What are you doing here?

I was looking for Walt.

Did I miss something
while I was in prison?

No. Shut up.
I was just, like, dropping by.

With beer?

Um...

so, do you have any idea
where he is, or...

If I did, I would be there
rather than here.

Hmm.

What?

Walt's saddle's on the fence.

He normally puts it in the barn.

So?

So that is odd.
Excuse me.

Hey, it's me... Vic.

Um, just, uh,
seeing what you're up to and...

And I was hoping that,
um, this isn't too weird,

but I was wondering
if you wanted to, um...

Vic!

Henry?

What?

This was in his saddlebag.
It is empty.

So he's out of tea.

This box used to hold Walt's
wife's ashes.

The fact that the ashes are gone
is significant.

Why?

Walt once told me that he would
not scatter Martha's ashes

until he found the person
who killed her.

Yeah, Miller Beck,
which we've known for months.

Henry.

Miller Beck stabbed her,

but David Ridges
hired him to do it.

And Ridges worked
for somebody else.

Yeah, Jacob Nighthorse.

I think Walt is going after him
right now.

No, he can't be.
Nighthorse has immunity.

Walt can't arrest him.

He's not going to arrest him.

Walt!

What the hell are you doing?!

- Helping!
- Get off of me!

No!

Doesn't involve you!

Give me my rifle, Henry.

I cannot do that.

Suit yourself.
I'll just use this one.

I do not think
this is what Martha would want.

We'll never know.

If you fire that gun now,

you will kill everything
that you have ever stood for.

We have been given a second
chance, Walt, both of us.

I will not let you ruin it

by shooting Nighthorse
out of the sky.

I was planning on waiting
for him to land.

Let me have the gun!

Nighthorse is gonna pay
for Martha.

He will!

If you go after him
the right way,

through legal means.

It's too late for that.

If you shoot him now,

I will be implicated
as an accomplice

and I will be thrown
right back in jail.

You promised me that I would
never go back there.

We will get him, Walt.

And he will pay
for what he has done.

So...

What are you two doing here?

Customs.

Anything to declare?

Nope.

Okay, then.

Our work here is done.

- Hey, morning, Walt.
- Morning.

So, um, Henry was looking
for you yesterday.

He...

What happened to your face?

Henry found me.

Where?

Out and about.

Don't worry.
We worked it out.

What's in the box?

Casino research.

Stuff my wife pulled together
a while back.

I was hoping
you'd get the paperwork started

on getting wire taps
on Nighthorse's home and office.

I think the casino's got
connections to organized crime.

Why?

It's a casino.

Okay.

I don't know what Henry said,

but I didn't do anything stupid,
so...

Henry didn't say anything.

Should he have?

Oh. Uh...

No.

Why are you here?

Well, I was worried
about Branch,

but now I'm kind of worried
about you.

What's up with Branch?

I haven't talked to him
in a couple weeks.

We kind of left things
on a bad note,

but last night out of the blue,

he started texting me,
like, a bunch of texts,

and they're kind of crazy.

Here, read them.

Don't worry.
There's nothing too personal.

"You deserve better than me."

Well...

"I can't be with you right now."

Uh, "I need to be alone."

"I want you to forget about me.

Don't remember me
how I really am.

I'm a bad person.
Remember me how I should be"?

Sounds like he's been drinking.

Maybe. But...

I don't know.

- Did you call him?
- I texted him,

but he won't respond.

I didn't say text him,
I said call him,

as in two people
talking to each other directly.

Maybe I'll just go over
and see him.

Wait. Wait.

The way Branch
has been acting lately,

I'm not sure I want you
going over there alone.

Hello?

Branch?

Talked to a neighbor.

Said he saw Branch's truck

come and go last night
around dusk.

I know where he hides a key.

Cady, I don't have any right
to go into his house.

Okay, so stay here.

And if you're gonna arrest
the concerned ex-girlfriend,

go right ahead.

Morning, Hank.

Or, uh, closer to afternoon,
actually.

Must be nice.

I just got back into town.

We, uh,
had all the locks changed.

So, here's your new key.

Ah. Don't lose it.

Now, shall we get ready to open,
hmm?

Malachi, I am confused.

You haven't forgotten our deal,
have you?

I give you some useless
information

about my friend Darius'
whereabouts a couple years back,

and you sign
the deed of your bar over to me.

That was if I go to jail.

No, it wasn't.

You're not the first Indian

to, uh,
make a bad business deal.

But you did put years of sweat
into this bar.

You know how to run it.

You'll still be the face
of the Red Pony,

and I'll look after
the finances.

Well, if Barlow comes in,

please have him call me
immediately.

It's important.

Barlow hasn't come
in the office yet.

His secretary doesn't know
where he is.

But that could just be her, uh,

standing instructions
on what to say if I call, so...

- You find anything?
- No.

I checked Branch's bedroom.

Luggage in the closet.

Toothbrush by the sink is dry.

I don't think he slept here.

- Bed's been made.
- He always makes his bed.

From what I remember.

It's warm.

Dad.

"I'm sorry.
This was not supposed to happen.

But when I look in the mirror,
I don't know who I am anymore.

I've let everybody down
and I can't fix this.

I can't undo what I've done.

Don't try to find me.
I deserve to be alone.

It's the white warrior's fault.

He made me do this.

Forgive me."

Oh, God.

What do you think he's done?

I'll find him.

I'll get Vic and Ferg to trace
his phone.

We'll find him, okay?

You go home.

You try and get ahold of
Branch's dad.

Try the house, try the office.

Maybe he'll respond to you.

Dad.

What are you looking for?

Nothing.

He's got a shotgun.

Which is exactly why
you want to put one of these on.

Never wore one.
Not starting.

So, this is where the phone
company pinged his phone?

More or less.

Stop changing the subject.
Put it on.

In my experience,

bulletproof vests beget bullets,
so...

Yeah, and in my experience,
when a cop goes postal,

you want to have
one of these on.

She's right, Sheriff.

We're not going with you
unless you put it on.

I don't have time to argue.

Oh, Jesus.

No.

Branch.

Branch.

His, uh...

truck was parked about 100 yards
or so down the bank.

His deputy's uniform and his hat

were in the truck
along with his phone.

Box of shotgun shells
in the back.

Okay.

Should we move the body?

No.

Walt, I think we know
what happened here.

Doesn't matter.

We still got to do the work.

We still got to write up
the report.

Branch Connally was a deputy
in my department.

He gets the same thorough
investigation

that anybody else would get.

I wasn't suggesting
that we don't...

I want to know every detail

about every minute
of his last days.

Every minute
I didn't get to him.

Determining time of death
is gonna be hard

because of the cold water.

I don't care.

We're gonna try.

I ignored everything,
everything leading up to this.

I'm not gonna ignore
anything now.

Need me to take pictures
of the body?

No.

Give me the camera.

I'll do it.

Vic, you...

You got any of those
rubber gloves?

What?

Just never seen you use gloves
before.

Well...

I've never lost a deputy before.

I'm gonna go back

through Branch's truck
a bit more carefully,

see if the shotgun shells match,

check the call log
on his cellphone.

After that,
head over to his house,

take a look with fresh eyes.

I was... I was there earlier,
but I...

Yeah. Of course.

So, who's gonna tell Cady?

Cady, I'm sorry.

It's Branch.

We found Branch.

It's not good.

Oh, shit.

Hey.
I thought I heard you pull up.

What happened?
What's going on?

Ferg, what happened?

Is he okay?

He... He's...

He's dead, isn't he?

Committed...

He killed himself.

I'm so sorry, Cady.

Truth is that the Branch
that we knew

was gone a long time ago.

I know this wasn't easy on you,
Ferg.

I'm glad you were the one
to tell me.

I was the last one
to see him alive.

I had to go get the keys
to his squad car.

Just doing your job.

And he knew...

He knew that you were always
a good friend.

No, I wasn't.

I was jealous.

And I wished for bad things
to happen to him.

Now it just seems so stupid.

It's okay.

It's okay, Ferg.

It's okay.

196.

Okay, that's it.

- Out, Walt.
- What?

Look, I said you could sit there

as long as you kept
your mouth shut.

- Sorry. I will.
- No, you won't.

I-I don't blame you,
but it rattles my nerves.

Well, I need to know what
happened.

I told you.

Birdshot to the head
at extremely close range.

I found wadding from
a shotgun shell in the wound

and, as you have so rigorously
pointed out, 196 pieces of shot.

All consistent
with a self-inflicted gunshot.

Suicide.

You sure?

Consistent with suicide.

I mean, I have more work to do
before I can confirm anything,

and all due respect, Walt,

I had planned
on doing that work alone.

Now, I need to run
a couple more tests

before I can release the body
to the family,

- so if you can...
- You can take your time, Doc.

I haven't found the family yet.

And I still need them to I.D.
the body, so...

Well, Walt, we know who it is.
I mean, I gave him that scar.

Well, technically,
I guess we gave him that scar.

You're not releasing him
till I find the family.

Okay.

You do know we serve food here.

I'm not hungry.

How are you doing?

Well, checked three shells,

all from the box
of number 4 game loads

that Branch had in his truck.

All came out
to the exact same pellet count.

Not one anomaly.

I meant how are you doing?

Better than Branch.

Walt, I know what it feels like
to have a death weigh on you.

I think about Hector every day.

I wonder if there is anything
I can...

Six pellets are missing.

All these shells have 202.

Branch's head wound
only had 196, so...

Six pellets are missing.

Probably washed away
in the river.

And this proves what?

Are you trying
to turn this suicide

into a murder
to ease your conscience?

Or is this so you have
another reason

to go after Nighthorse
as the most likely suspect?

Walt, I got Vic for you.

Go ahead.

So, I'm at Branch's house.

And I found some business cards.

Branch started working
for his dad.

Doing what?

Vice Presidenting.

You find out, uh,
anything about the, um...

Well, you saw the note
on the computer.

But I also found
a bunch of pills in a drawer

that I recognize
from a case a few months back.

He stole them from evidence?

Yeah, looks like it.

So, he was self-medicating.

Left a self-loathing note.
We've both seen this before.

I know we don't want
to admit it,

but it looks like suicide.

Walt, listen, I-I know

that you're gonna try and take
responsibility for this,

but you didn't even fire him.

After everything that he did,
you only suspended him.

I'm the one that he was mad at.

I'm the one that he had
an entire file of research on.

If he blamed anyone,
it was me, okay?

So, what do you think
that he meant

by "I can't fix this"?

Do you think he was talking
about us and the job,

or do you think
he did something else?

Vic, I got to go.

Mother Superior says,

"Well, Monsignor,
it's usually $150,

but with the clerical discount,
it'll be $75."

Now, there's a PG-13 version of
that story for the family,

but it's not half as funny.

Oh.

Gentlemen, if this is your idea
of a stripper,

I'm gonna have to kick
all your asses.

It wasn't me.

Barlow, I need a word.

This is a private dinner.

If you need to talk to me,
you call my office,

and we'll get you put
on my calendar.

I tried that.

And my secretary
told you I was here?

I'm gonna have to fire her.

You told me you were here.

I t... Oh.

I am way too buzzed
to play Sherlock Holmes.

Whatever it is you came to say,
you just go ahead and say it.

Really, Barlow, please.

This... This needs
to be in private.

Sheriff,
anything you got to say to me

you can say in front
of my partners-to-be.

It's Branch.

Yeah, I know.
He's late.

It's not the first time.

He's not coming.

Why in the hell not?

Gentlemen, please.

He's dead.

Branch is dead.

He's been shot.

I found him.

He had his phone on him.

That's...

how I knew to come here.

But he...

Who?

Who shot him?

Well, it looks, um...
self-inflicted.

No.

No. No, no, no, no.

Unh-unh.

No.

No!

He's my son.

He's my son.

My only son.

Shit.

Shit.

Dear Hector,
if you are not dead,

will you please help me?

Sometimes my uncle
drinks too much,

and then he gets really angry
and he hits my mom.

I'm not big enough
to make him stop,

but you are.

Hector, every day my son
comes home from school

beaten to a pulp.

I tell him to fight back,
but he refuses.

Please help my son
find the fighter within.

Hector, all the money
I've been saving is gone.

I've been working every day
since I was 13 trying to save.

I just had
a beautiful baby girl.

When my boyfriend saw her,
he knew she wasn't his.

Please, justice for my wife,

who was mugged getting off
her shift at the hospital.

Hector, you're the only
one who knows

how scared I am to go to school.

He can hit me all
he wants, but if he touches...

My son is missing, and I know

it's my ex-husband who has him.

- Hector.
- Hector.

- Hector.
- Hector.

- Hector.
- Hector.

You're messing up
my crime scene.

River already did that.

You okay?

I did it again.

What?

Another man is dead
because of me.

I'm toxic.

You should just stay away from
me 'cause I'm bad for people.

And really bad for possums.

Or is it opossum?

Possum, opossum.

I don't even know.

Doesn't matter.
He's dead.

- Vic, that's...
- Did you know

that I came to Wyoming
to start over?

Like, I-I left Philly

to get away
from all of that shit.

But you can't...
Can't start over.

There are no second chances.

Your shit just follows you
everywhere you go,

and you just keep making
the same

goddamn mistakes
over and over again.

Maybe...

Maybe the point
is to keep trying.

Maybe getting it right
just one time is good enough.

Come on.
Let's get you out of here.

Oh.

Did you know that my dad
used to call me "The Terror"?

He's right.

You know, I'm... I am the terror

because everyone
who gets too close to me

either dies or they leave.

So, you know...
Don't you touch me!

Uh!

No.

- Come on.
- No. No.

Fine.

Gonna be fine.

Did my dad send you?

I sent me.

I made you waffles.

Food eases sorrow.

Have you even spoken
to your dad?

No.

Have you?

Yes.

Or should I say I talked at him.

Branch's death
has him immersed in his work.

It's okay. I... need time
to be with my own thoughts.

I have been thinking
about Branch, too.

How much he helped me.

I would like to return
his bail money.

Henry, you don't have
that kind of money.

And besides, I don't think
it matters much to him now.

My freedom cost a lot of people.

I would at least like to return

the legal defense money
that was donated.

Do you have records of
who contributed and how much?

Not really.

It was kind of
a pass-the-hat thing.

But I have copies
of all the affidavits

that people wrote for you.

That should be close
to a complete list

of the people who donated.

I have those files.
I'll get them.

No.

They can wait.

Eat.

You know the hardest part?

Realizing how little I feel

about someone
who once meant so much to me.

If you're looking
for your possum,

I buried him
by that tree over there.

Isn't the water cold?

Yep.

What are you doing?

Looking for the missing birdshot

from the shotgun shell
that killed Branch.

Planning on dredging
the entire river or just...

Hey, Walt,
what's this gonna prove?

Don't know yet.

Yeah, I think you do.

If you find the pellets, it just
proves what we already know.

If you don't find them,
it just means

that they're buried by mud

or they were carried away
by the stream or...

If it was me instead of him,

I'd hope you'd do
the same thing.

Do you know who you sound like?

Look at you.

You've been up all night,
and... and...

And you're planning on panning

an entire river
for a couple of BBs.

It's like Branch's obsessive
behavior was contagious.

I missed something, Vic.

I didn't pay close enough
attention.

I didn't see how bad
things had gotten for Branch.

You have got to stop
blaming yourself for this.

Too late.

I'm not gonna miss
anything more.

If I find the rest
of the birdshot,

maybe this'll all make

more sense to me
than it does right now.

And if I don't,

at least I'll know it wasn't
through lack of trying.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Well, try to get clear
of the crime scene.

Jesus.

Hey, Ruby said she didn't know
where either of you guys were,

so I thought you'd be down...

What's he doing?

Grasping at anything
that will prevent him

from having to face the fact
that Branch committed suicide.

Shit!
Jesus.

Guns make a lot of noise,
especially shotguns.

Anybody could hear my gun

sure as hell
could hear Branch's.

Ferg, get out there.

See if you can find anyone

within earshot
the last couple of days.

I'm supposed to just ask anyone
that lives within a mile of...

Ferg, why are you still here?

Nothing to see here.

Just, you know...

move along.

Um, Ruby.

Are you sure he knows
it's today?

I reminded him three times.

He should be here.

Branch Connally, my son...

did not take his own life.

He was a deputy

of the Absaroka County
Sheriff's Department.

And that job took his life.

Branch emptied himself out
trying to help other people.

Trying to help all of you.

Help the sheriff.

He sacrificed himself,
even when it went unappreciated.

He would've been sheriff himself
one day if only...

The, uh...

The Connally family
settled this county.

And a lot of Connallys
laid down their lives for it.

But not before they left
their mark.

Branch was supposed to have
built on what I had done,

j-just like I did from my daddy.

But now, uh...

it's the end of the line.

We, uh...

We all let him down.

But that's, uh...

That's the past now.

So, let's, uh...

Let's try to carry him
in our hearts going forward.

He...

Did you notice who wasn't here?

Lucian?

Lucian doesn't do funerals, no.

Nighthorse.

Ah.

I'm not obsessing, Henry.
I'm observing.

Nighthorse was Branch's biggest
benefactor during the election.

You'd think he would make
an appearance.

Walt, do you think
it might be a good idea

to take a break from
your crusade just for today?

Ferg.

When you brought Branch

the personal items
from his desk,

do you remember seeing a bag
full of surveillance cameras?

Yeah, they were right on top.
Why?

'Cause I don't remember
seeing them in Branch's house.

- Did you?
- Did I what?

See a bag full of surveillance
cameras at Branch's house?

No, why?

So, what do you think
that means, Sheriff?

I don't know.

Maybe he put them
somewhere we haven't looked yet.

Or maybe there was incriminating
evidence on those cameras.

And Jacob Nighthorse
broke in and stole it.

Cady.

Cady.

How you holding up?

Oh, you know.

Yeah.

You want to get some breakfast?

Uh, I-I can't.

Branch's family invited me

to a private ceremony
at the grave site, so...

Of course.
Makes sense.

Not really,
but I guess they don't know

that Branch and I broke up.

It's awkward because

I've never met
Branch's mom before.

That's good of you to go, so...

Yeah.

Um...

How are you?

I'm fine.

Really?

That's not what I'm hearing.

What are you hearing?

That you're having a hard time
accepting the reality of this.

You talking to Henry?

Doesn't matter
who I'm talking to, Dad.

You got to stop carrying around
all this guilt.

You couldn't have done anything.

Branch changed.

I didn't even recognize him
at the end.

What he did, it was...
It was really sad.

But it happened,
and it wasn't your fault.

You know what?
Let's go to breakfast.

- Let's go.
- No, no. You can't.

I-I don't think

that you should be alone
right now.

Neither should Branch's parents.

They just lost their only son.

Now, sometimes we got to do
things we don't want to, Punk.

But what do I say to them?

You don't have to say a word.

Okay.

Thanks.

- Hey. Are you following me?
- Not anymore.

Let me put this another way.

Why are you following me?

You know why.

Okay, I give you my word.

I will have no contact
whatsoever

with Jacob Nighthorse today.

There.
You satisfied?

For today, at least.

Good morning.

Standing Bear.

Hey.

I heard you was out.

It's good to see you breathing
the air of your ancestors.

You have no idea.

I do, actually.

I did a nickel in Rawlins
back in the '90s.

Want to buy some oranges?

I also got some buffalo jerky.

Or maybe some dream catchers.

The touristos love them.

No, no, thank you.
I am good.

I actually stopped
to pay you back.

For what?

You contributed
to my defense fund.

You ain't got to pay me back
for that.

I donated that money.

Never meant to see it again.

Or you, for that matter.

Well, here I am.

And here is your money.

I ain't touching it.

Ain't often an Indian

goes into the white man's
justice system

and comes out again.

Ain't often an Indian
gets any kind of justice,

especially
now that Hector's gone.

You know, people still put notes
into Hector's jar.

Out there at the old wall.

It makes them feel comfort.

It's good.

But it's a shame ain't no one
to answer those notes no more.

How about an orange
for the road?

Keep the change.

Hey.

As soon as I get
the messages checked,

I'll put on a pot of coffee.

Aah!
What the hell are you doing?!

I wasn't, Vic!

- I am not gonna lose you, too!
- I wasn't!

The gun's not even loaded.

- What?
- See?

Empty.

I couldn't stop...

thinking about the length
of the barrel of this shotgun.

Whether it was even possible

for Branch to pull the trigger
with his hands.

It would be difficult.

But it would be possible.

Even if he couldn't,
he could use his toe.

Okay, then, so it was suicide.

Will you move on now?

Please.

Branch was obsessed
with his case.

We thought he was wrong,
but he was right.

I owed it to Branch
to keep on digging, but, uh...

I think I have to stop
fighting this and just, uh...

just admit that what happened
happened, so...

Okay. So, then, you're not
gonna need this, right?

Shit.
God damn it.

- No, wait, I'll just...
- I got it.

It's fine.

What?

How could dirt get in the shell?

Never left the gun.

There's dirt
inside the shell casing?

Uh-huh.

That would mean that somebody

put a spent shell
back in the gun.

Someone tampered
with that shotgun

before we got to the scene.

So, I went all over
Branch's house and the garage.

No sign of the cameras
or the bag they were in.

I'm sorry.
Am... I interrupting something?

Branch didn't die
the way we thought he did.

What we found down by the river
was staged.

And whoever did it made sure
all the evidence washed away.

I already know someone
with a history

of staging fake death scenes.

Nighthorse?

Nighthorse.

Doc, I need you to change
the cause of death

on Branch's death certificate.

- I can't.
- Well, you have to.

It wasn't suicide.
It was murder.

I found new evidence.

It's too late, Walt.

Don't you even want to hear it?

Honestly, I don't really like

discussing tragedy
after work hours, so, no.

Come on, Doc.
You saw Branch's wound.

You think after he shot himself
in the face,

he ejected the shell,
picked it up off the ground,

and put it back in the gun?

'Cause there was dirt
in the spent shell.

That's the only way
this could be a suicide.

Okay, even so, Walt,
paperwork's already been filed.

There's nothing I can do.

So, you're gonna hide behind
some stupid bureaucratic process

'cause you don't want to do
your job?

Wait a minute.
Are you kidding me?

My job description
says nothing about being

your unofficial
unpaid forensic researcher.

Officially, that body
was supposed to go to Laramie.

I did the autopsy as a personal
favor out of friendship.

Now you're gonna walk in here
and you're gonna criticize me

for... for not breaking the law?

I'm sorry. I'm not asking you
to break the law.

Actually, that's exactly what
you're asking me to do, Walt.

I cannot legally alter
that death certificate

unless I'm ordered
to do so by a court.

So, if you want a change,

you're gonna have to present
evidence in a court of law,

and if you want to prove that
Branch didn't commit suicide,

I'm telling you right now,
you're gonna need

a little bit more
than just some dirt.

Hey, listen.

You two rummies
don't keep it down out here,

I'm gonna have to ask you
to leave.

What are you doing
in Henry's office?

Oh, you know, just going over
the books, learning the ropes.

It ain't easy with you two
crackers out here

making a lot of racket.

- Where's Henry?
- He's off the clock.

It's none of my concern.

Why are you walking around
like you own this place?

'Cause ever since your boy

signed the deed over to me,
I do.

Next round's on the house.

Hello?

Hey, it's me.

So, I have been to his house,

the office,
the construction site.

There is no sign of Nighthorse
anywhere.

It's possible I alerted Jacob

to our interest in him
earlier tonight.

How?

Malachi.
He overheard me talking

to Doc Weston at the Red Pony,
so...

Shit.

Yeah, uh,

was there something else
you wanted to talk to me about?

What? No.
Why?

Well, it's, uh...

It's just that I-I saw
you called earlier

and didn't leave a message.

Um, yeah, no, that was nothing.

You sure?

Yeah.
Get some sleep, Walt.

Tell me, Sheriff.

When General Custer looked out

over the field
at Little Bighorn,

do you think he had a moment
to reflect?

I suspect.

And how do you think
he characterized

his failure in his own mind?

You think he felt he had
underestimated the Indians?

Overestimated himself?

What do you want, Jacob?

I just want to talk.

No lawyers, no bullshit.

No bullshit?

What do you call this display?

This is just... backup.

What do you want from me?

Your head on a pike.

Or barring that, prison.

For what?

What did I ever
really do to you, Walt?

I believe you murdered Branch.

Why would I murder Branch?

Because he exposed your soldier.

David Ridges.

Yeah.

But you killed him.

So, I take your deputy,
you take mine.

Or maybe he found something out
that Ridges did for you.

Like kill my wife.

Oh.

So, that's what this
is all about.

That's what this is all about.

Well, let me put your mind
at ease.

I don't kill women and children.

In fact, in my experience
and the experience of my people,

that's been more
of a white man's strategy.

You once said you intended

to fight the white man
on his terms.

And I will.

Harnessing the power

of the almighty dollar
with casinos.

You took our land.

You killed us
with guns and disease.

You lied to us.

Shame on you!

But we were naive.
We were gullible.

We never came together
as a people, so shame on us.

Look around you, Walt.

Cheyenne, Blackfoot, Sioux,
Cherokee.

Could it be

we are no longer a beaten,
drunken, vanishing people?

We are united.

We will not be harassed
and intimidated anymore.

These men have my back!

And I have theirs.

So, you're threatening me?
Is that it?

I'm just giving you the warning
poor General Custer never got.

Don't overestimate yourself.

And don't underestimate us.

Oh.

All right, let's go!