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This is Walt.

Good morning, Walt.

Uh, this is your wake-up call.

I-I know you know,
and you wouldn't forget

something this important or...

God forbid... be late, but, uh,
I just wanted to remind ya...

your trial starts today.

I-I hope you slept well.

I didn't.
I'll see you at 8:50.

Are you scared?

Well,
I want to say "no," but...

you did see me
bury my money, so...

I wish there was something
I could do.

So do I.

This is
an auspicious sight.

It's the first time
you've ever been on time.

I've been on time.

Well, agree to disagree.

Now, remember what I said.

When you're in court,
you want to look like nothing bothers you.

Tucker's gonna say a lot
of upsetting things about you.

Don't let it get to you.
But you don't want to look like

you're trying
not to let you get to you.

There's a difference.
People can tell.

The best thing really is
for nothing to get to you.

Just breathe...

"Namaste."

Okay.
See, you cannot do that.

What?

What... You look like
you want to kill him.

I don't want to kill him.

Well,
tell it to your face.

Now let's go.

Ladies and gentlemen,

righting wrongs
is why I do this job.

But I can't do it alone.

I need your help.

Now, in the coming days,
folks are gonna tell you

that Walt Longmire is a legend.

I say never meet your legends.

They disappoint you.

Except for Buck Owens,
of course.

- Now, a lot of you told me during the court's voir dire...
- What's the score?

...that you know
Walt Longmire.

So, you know that he is
a man of few words.

But beware... Like my mama
always used to say to me,

"Never trust a man
who doesn't talk much."

What is he hiding?

Beneath Walt Longmire's
stoic facade

lies a lawless man protecting

and serving
his own self-interests.

And anybody who confronts
this sheriff ends up dead...

like my client Barlow Connally.

So, ladies and gentlemen,
please,

do not allow this sheriff
to continue to abuse his power

and ruin the lives
of ordinary citizens.

Because believe me,
I have the evidence.

I have
a preponderance of evidence

that proves
Walt Longmire's wrongdoing,

and I'm gonna walk you
through every single detail.

But...

I'm not gonna make you
suffer through it twice.

No.

I'm gonna yield the floor now.

I'm gonna yield the floor
so Walt Longmire's elite,

East Coast lawyer can show us
what he has cooked up

in defense
of this indefensible man.

Is there a problem?

No, I just want to make sure
we've covered everything.

If you're satisfied
with your statement,

just need you to sign it.

One more thing that I was...
I was wondering.

What's that?

If you could tell the media
that I was

the one
that shot Chance Gilbert...

Wait, I'm... I'm not looking for
the credit or anything,

it's just that

Walt is in
the middle of a trial,

and right now they're
implying that he shot Chance,

and he doesn't need
that rumor used against him

when they're already painting
him as a trigger-happy outlaw.

Well, you're gonna have to talk
to Sheriff Longmire about that.

Why?

He explicitly said that
you were not to be named

as the shooter
in the press.

He seemed more concerned
with your safety than his own.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I gave the sheriff
his sidearm back.

I assume
you want yours, too?

Yeah.

One Glock 19
in working order.

Get some rest, Deputy.

I've been in your shoes.

I don't think that you have.

As the sheriff
of Cumberland County,

I imagine over the years
you crossed paths

with your counterpart
here.

I have.

So why don't you tell us about
your most recent

run-in
with Sheriff Longmire.

A few months ago,
Walker Browning,

who's a respected citizen
in my county,

called to tell me
that his buddy Trot Simic

had been shot dead
by Sheriff Longmire

on the Crow Reservation.

Now, does Sheriff Longmire
have Crow DNA in him?

I mean, why else would he be
way over in the Crow Res?

I expect
to avoid prosecution.

You see, a body on the Res
goes to the Tribal Police,

and they're too undermanned
to do anything about it.

That's clever.

So, what happened when
Mr. Browning accused

Walt Longmire of murder?

Well, Walt shot him,

and then he handcuffed him
to the hospital bed.

What?

Y-You're telling me

Sheriff Longmire shoots
Mr. Browning's friend,

and then he shoots and arrests
Mr. Browning?

He didn't arrest anybody.

He just handcuffed him
to the bed.

So I drove over
to Absaroka County

and released
an innocent man.

I'm glad it ended well.

- That wasn't the end of it.
- It wasn't?

- You're doing that thing.
- I know.

No, sir.

Sheriff Longmire
then unlawfully pursued

Walker Browning
into my county...

no evidence,
no warrant, no nothing.

I put out a restraining
order on him,

but do you think
that stopped him?

- It didn't?
- It did not.

If I hadn't
physically intervened,

I'm not sure
what would have happened.

I mean, just last week
I hear he gunned down

Chance Gilbert
in cold blood.

Objection! Hearsay!

Your Honor, this testimony

goes to the character
of Walt Longmire

and to a pattern of behavior
we are trying to establish.

The devil's finest trick is
to convince you he don't exist.

I will allow it.

Tucker Baggett
cannot destroy my career

and my life
with these lies.

Well, the good news is

I cross-examine Wilkins
in the morning.

I'll correct some of those
gross mischaracterizations.

I mean, they are gross
mischaracterizations, right?

I mean, you didn't kill
that Trot Simic guy

in the Res, did you?

- No, I did not.
- Great.

There any other witnesses
to that shooting?

Just the guy
who says I did it.

And a hawk.

Maybe.

All right, Matlock.
You got to put me on the stand.

Lucian, we've been over this.
It's not a good idea.

Why not?

No one can testify to
Walt Longmire's integrity

- more than me.
- What do we got to lose?

Oh, there's always
more to lose.

Y... But take a seat.

Let me ask you a few questions
that might come up.

Hit me.

So, how long ago
did you retire?

Well, I still do some work
around there

just, uh, here and there
unofficially.

Okay. But how long has it been since
you worked with Walt officially?

- 10 years, give or take.
- Give or take what?

Five years.

So this is a 15-year-old
character reference.

Whose side are you on?

All right. Let's try
a different line of questioning.

Your deceased brother, Barlow...
Did he leave you any money?

- Hell, I don't care about the money.
- No further questions.

- I told you this isn't gonna work.
- Well, why not?

I know that Walt Longmire
was born into integrity,

and my brother
was born a jackass.

He was ruthless and greedy.

I know the truth about
everybody in this county.

Yeah, but the truth
doesn't matter.

It's about perception.
The perception will be that

you don't really know Walt
anymore.

You're just defending Walt and
impugning your brother out of spite.

Well, here's my perception,
Mr. Lawyer Man...

If I was on that damn jury,
I'd hang him.

He'd be guilty.

So somebody
got to do something.

Lucian's right.

Somebody's
got to do something.

- Hey, Punk.
- Dad.

Hi.
Come in.

I-I'm just nuking dinner.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I, uh...
I stopped by your office,

but you weren't there,
so I, um...

I've been kind of
avoiding the office lately.

Uh, sit down.

No. Is that why
you were in court today?

I was in court
to support you.

Well, I appreciate that,
but, uh,

I'm not sure that that's doing
anybody any good

at all right now, so...

Listen, I know you and I
have had our differences lately,

but, uh, none of that changes
the fact

that I still trust you
most of all.

So...

Dad.

Dad, this is
a quitclaim deed.

What is this for?

I'm transferring
everything I own to you.

Why?

I can't let Tucker Baggett
take my home and my land

when I lose this case.

Property cannot be
in my name.

Dad, it was one bad day.

- Dave Milgrom's a great lawyer.
- I didn't want to think

that it'd come to this point,
either.

But it has, okay?

Dad, wait.

Please, Cady...

Don't come to the trial
anymore.

I don't want you
to see me like this.

You should go to work,
help the people you can help.

I can't have these.

Now start pouring.

Start pouring, please.

Nope.
Whiskey, please.

It's a beautiful day at the Red Pony,
a continual soiree.

This is Henry.

Hey.
Henry's taking too long.

Keep 'em coming.

Mm.

Vic?

Vic?

- Vic?
- No, it's Mathias.

You need to get out here
to the Res.

I can't. Uh...

why don't you call Ruby,
have her send The Ferg?

I-I have to be in court.

I don't want The Ferg, and I don't
want to talk about this on the phone.

It's got to be you,
and it's got to be now.

What is it?

Follow me.

You need a Kleenex
or something?

Yeah, I didn't think
this one would wreck you.

Hope you got an alibi.

I didn't do this.

Okay.
Where were you last night?

I was at the Red Pony...

drinking whiskey.

Too much,
from what I can smell.

There's no blood
on the ground...

just on his shirt.

I don't think
Tucker was shot here.

This is not
your crime scene, Sheriff.

Now, you better
get moving.

You're gonna be late
for court.

Though, I think somebody's
gonna be later than you.

This just doesn't
make sense.

Why didn't the judge
call a mistrial?

If a lawyer dies, it should be
an automatic mistrial.

I got to admit,

I've never had anything happen
like this before.

I mean, an attorney murdered
during the trial.

That's mob stuff.

Can I use your phone?

Do you think it is?

Mob stuff?

Vic, uh,
why aren't you picking up?

Um, I'm, uh...

I need you to call me back.

You realize
she can't call you back.

You don't own a cellphone.
She'll be calling me back.

Longmire.
We need to talk.

No, just Walt.

What is this,
a scene from "Goodfellas"?

Murdering the lawyer
who's suing you.

That is some
third-world-level corruption.

- I didn't kill Tucker Baggett.
- Bullshit.

And before you get any ideas
about rubbing me out, too,

you should know
my driver's armed.

Sawyer, I didn't do this.

There's absolutely
no evidence.

Since when
has that stopped you?

Here. I typed up
your resignation letter.

It's short, but, then,
you are a man of few words.

Sign it.

- Now.
- Stop the car.

Walt, this'll be easier for

everybody
if you step down voluntarily.

Walt!

Walt!

Walt!

Hey, Walt.
How was court?

Mathias.
What are you doing here?

Questioning
your deputies...

or rather, deputy...

about the high-profile murder
on my Res.

I told him I didn't know
anything about anything.

Where's Philly?
She wasn't upstairs.

Vic?
I don't know.

That's interesting.

You got her address?

She moved.

W-Where'd she'd move to, Walt?

You realize
you have no authority

to investigate
off the Res?

You realize that
not cooperating makes you

look like you have
a reason not to cooperate?

I never really cared
what I look like, so...

Okay.

Well, I'm just trying
to give you every chance

to show you got
nothing to hide, Walt.

Well, I appreciate that.

And I hope you appreciate
that I don't want you

questioning my deputies
when I'm not here.

You got your keys, Ferg?

- Uh, yeah.
- Good. Let's go.

Okay, Joe-Mega.

If Vic does turn up,
please call me immediately.

Yep.

Well, she's not
at the trailer park.

- Sure she didn't call in or anything?
- Yeah, no.

Look, Walt, I want you to know
I didn't tell Mathias much.

I just arrived.

He didn't have time
to ask me many questions.

He just wanted to know
the last time I saw you.

I told him it wasn't since
your trial started.

This is it.

So, are you really a suspect
in Tucker Baggett's murder?

Yep.

You have those gloves?

Thanks.

Do you really think
Tucker Baggett was killed here

in his own home?

I don't know.
But he wasn't killed on the Res.

You sure
this is a good idea?

I mean, this is
Mathias' investigation,

and you are his suspect.

Yep.

And I'm still the sheriff.

No sign of forced entry.

Alarm's not going off.

Ferg.

Right here.

The bullet that
hit Tucker Baggett

was a through-and-through.

There's no exit hole here,

so the slug's probably
lodged in this chair.

Tucker had a black rolling bag,
a leather shoulder bag.

See if you can find them.

Look for a computer,

calendar, cellphone, anything.

I'm not seeing
any bags or briefcases.

But...

here's Tucker's revolver.

Seems like Tucker
didn't get to use it.

Huh.

No slug.

Whoever moved the body
was smart enough to take it.

Ferg, take pictures.

Of what?

Everything.

No, no.
Use your cellphone.

Just what the hell
are you two doing here?

Investigating a crime.

The one
you're a prime suspect in?

- Just doing my job in my county.
- Not anymore, you're not.

The mayor asked me to take over,
do this job for you.

You're officially off the case
and under investigation.

Now, I don't have to tell
you folks how bad this looks,

finding you here,

cleaning up a crime scene,
tampering with evidence.

Not tampering...
just looking around.

You see anything you like?

Check it out.

All right,
you know the drill.

Get out here, hands against
the wall. Come on.

Well, you look about
as bad as I expected.

- Need a little help?
- No, thanks.

Well, there's some breaking news that
might make you feel a little bit better...

I was over to
Connally Enterprises today.

It seems, with Tucker's passing,
they need to name a new executor

for Barlow's estate.

And guess who they chose.

Little old me.

Does that mean you're rich?

Only in headaches
and paperwork.

It does mean this, though,
Walt... As executor,

I can choose not to pursue a
wrongful death suit against you.

- I can drop that case.
- No, Lucian. You can't.

Why the hell not?

'Cause they'll say
that you and I colluded.

I killed Tucker, you,
uh, get to become executor,

- then you drop the case.
- Oh, come on, Walt.

Now, who in the hell's really gonna
believe that you killed Tucker?

Well, the mayor, for one.

He's already taken me
off the case,

replaced me
with Jim Wilkins.

- That liar?
- Yep.

Well, you have to find other
suspects, Walt. I mean, come on.

Tucker was a lawyer,
for God's sake.

He got to have a line of enemies
from here to Hell's Half Acre.

Check his office files
for past lawsuits...

I can't!
Lucian, legally, I'm powerless.

I know that feeling.

Where you going?

I just want to be alone.

Where you been, Vic?

Sorry. Have you been
trying to call me?

About 100 times...
I killed Ferg's battery.

Oh. I must have, um,
misplaced my phone.

You know, maybe I left it
in your cabin.

Vic, where have you been?

- Out.
- I gathered.

When'd you leave?

Yesterday.

You're gonna need to be
a little more specific.

Um, okay.

It was, um...

after I spoke with
Marshal Hammond in the morning.

I went for a drive.

This is starting to feel
like an interrogation.

- What's going on?
- Tucker Baggett was murdered.

Someone shot him.

And they think
that you did it.

Oh, God.

And you don't have an alibi
because I wasn't here.

Actually, Vic,

it's you
that doesn't have an alibi.

What are you saying?

I want to take
a look at your gun.

I assume the Marshal's
returned it to you.

Yeah.

Sure.

Was he shot
with a 9-millimeter?

Don't know.

Whoever did this
knew enough

to take the slug
from the crime scene.

They also knew to move
the body to the Res...

things a cop
would know to do.

Meaning the two most obvious
suspects in this murder are you

and me.

Keepin' banker's hours, I guess.

Ferg.

What's he doing here?

Said he has a surprise.

Ah, you don't have to
get feisty with me, Walt,

because right here,
I got suspects galore

in Tucker Baggett's
day planner.

Really?

I didn't see that at his house.
How'd I miss that?

'Cause you were searching
in the wrong place, Ferguson.

I found this one here
at the other office...

the one at
the Connally Enterprises,

where he was working
as a CEO.

- How'd you know to go there?
- 'Cause it's the same damn office

where I was made executor
of that estate yesterday.

I just went back.

They just let you
waltz right in?

Ferguson,
nobody notices old people.

Once you're past
the 18-to-49 demographic,

nobody gives two eggs out
of the same hen about you.

There are a couple things
scrawled on Tucker's last day.

Here's a Post-It Note
with the name

Allen O'Brien written on it.

"Allen" with an "E."

I'll try
and track him down.

Over there,
you find something else?

Uh-huh.

Well, do tell.

Well...
Tucker whited someone out.

Lucian.

Ain't got my glasses on...

Oh, goodness.

Alex Graham.

Now, what are the odds
of seeing that name

on the same day
that Tucker's shot?

I don't know.
But I can ask.

Uh, Alex?

It's Walt Longmire.

Yes, it has been
a long time.

Uh, are you in town?

Imagine if
Barlow had seen us meeting

in a hotel room like this.

He'd have shot us both.

Hi, Alex.

You want to grab a coffee
in the...

Oh, I have coffee.
Come on in.

I was so sorry

to hear about Martha.

Did you get my note?

- I did.
- Oh.

Well, I meant
every word of it.

Oh, why don't you
take off your coat?

No, thanks.

What were planning
to meet Tucker Baggett about?

You know,
sometimes people like

to just talk for a while

before they go leaping
into the thing that they

really want to talk about.

Thanks. Well...

I guess I've never been
too good at that.

No... slow as molasses,
but always in a hurry.

I just want to get my due.

What do you consider
your due?

Well, I was married to
that son-of-a-bitch Barlow

for a long time,

and I deserve something
for those years.

- Didn't he pay you alimony?
- Not enough.

And I wasn't named
in the will.

I think I deserve more...
like that house.

I found it, I designed it,
I furnished it.

Now I just want to sell it
and get my half.

What did Tucker say to that?

Well, he turned me down...
on the phone.

But, you know,
I don't like to hear "No,"

so I decided to come out here
and make a personal appeal.

I can be, uh...

more persuasive in person.

Were you able to persuade
Tucker?

I never got the chance.

He canceled on me.

Apparently,
he had to go to court.

Something
about a sheriff...

who shot my ex-husband.

You know that Tucker's dead
now, too?

I heard.

Poor thing.

Why are you still here,
Alex?

I just wanted to
spend a little time here.

You know,
there are things about

this little town that...

I used to like.

Also occurred to me
that the new executor

will be named who's gonna
oversee Barlow's estate.

So I was hoping
that he might be

a little more sympathetic
to my request.

Thanks for the coffee.

Are you sure
you don't want to stay?

Sorry, I'm, uh...

I'm in enough trouble
with your ex-husband.

Vic?
What are you doing?

Aren't you supposed to
be home resting?

Don't start with me.
I had to come in.

I got to prove that Walt didn't
kill that asshole lawyer.

Why is Wilkins on this case?

I guess the mayor saw it
as a conflict of interest

for Walt to investigate
Tucker's murder.

Yep. I'm here.

Did you find any prints
at the crime scene?

We didn't have time
to look.

Go ahead.

Okay, perfect.

Thank you so much.

Okay, look...
I found an Allen O'Brien

who's a possible suspect
in this case.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

You're okay here?

Yeah, sure.

Walt, where are you?

I'm heading back
to the station.

Vic, why are you
on the radio?

You didn't go into work,
did you?

I did, and you can yell at me
about that later,

but right now
you can't come here.

Sheriff Wilkins is parked out front.
I think he's looking to ambush you.

Walt? Hello?

I'm here.

Listen, as long as you're there,
I need a background check

on an Alex Graham
from Park City, Utah.

Alex Graham? Who's he?

She. Barlow's ex-wife.

She was supposed to meet
with Tucker on the day he died.

According to her,
they never met.

Uh, but she showed up here out of the blue,
and now he's dead.

You think
maybe she's our guy?

She had an ax to grind.

She was cut out
of Barlow's will.

Check when she arrived,

and see when she's scheduled
to fly out.

Then check
her phone records

and her financial
situation.

Okay,
but you cannot come here.

I won't...
not till I have an alibi.

Alex Graham.

Alex Graham.

I did not see you
during that time.

- But you had the keys to my Bronco.
- I did.

So you know
I couldn't have gone anywhere.

Unless you borrowed a car
or took a taxi.

I am only projecting
what Sheriff Wilkins would say.

Do you think
I killed Tucker Baggett?

Do you?

Walt, do you remember
that night?

Most of it.

Some of it.

In parts.

Did you check your gun?

I don't need
to check my gun, Henry.

You saw me
right out there.

I saw you sit down,
but later, I went out.

How?
Your truck was totaled.

Yes, but as you pointed out,
I had your keys.

You took my Bronco?

A few nights ago,
a Silver Suburban

driven by a man
dressed like Hector

ran Nighthorse and I
off the road.

Then the other night,

I heard of another
Hector incident on the Res.

I had to go and see if I could
find out who is doing this.

Why are you just telling me
about this now?

You have had a lot
on your mind lately.

Henry, is there really
another Hector,

or are you just trying
to make me think there is?

Is it still just you?

Did you put on a mask
and go kill Tucker for me?

I did shoot somebody for you
once...

but not this time.

When did you shoot somebody
for me?

When you were on the Crow Res
with Gab...

and Walker Browning.

You shot Trot Simic?

It seemed the only choice.

I guess
I should thank you.

And I should apologize,

because I cannot supply you
an alibi.

I will only make you
look more guilty.

You've been here
for over an hour.

- What do you want?
- I want to talk to your boss.

He didn't kill
Tucker Baggett.

And how do you know that?

Because I was with him.

You spent the night
with him?

No.

My RV is parked
at his cabin.

So you're living with him?

What I am saying

is that he was home
all night at his cabin,

so he couldn't have
killed Tucker.

Okay.
I'll make a note of that.

What?

Something else
you want to tell me?

Yeah.

You're loitering.

Busy!

It's me... Walt.

Get on in here.

Behold...
my millions and millions

and millions of sheets
of paper.

Are you still looking for
the Anson Hamilton treasure?

That all has been put on
the proverbial back burner.

But you did not come here
to talk about treasure.

I can deduce that, 'cause
I've been sheriff myself.

So what's on your mind?

I checked my gun,

and I can't tell if I fired it
two nights ago at Tucker.

There's three rounds
missing,

but I can't recall
the entire evening...

too much whiskey.

Let me see your gun.

Give it to me.

The last time I'm sure I fired
it was at Chance Gilbert.

I can't remember
how many times.

You did not do this, Walt.

How do you know?

Because I know your character,
just like I told your lawyer.

Desperate men
do desperate things, Lucian.

And the thought of Tucker
getting his due

has crossed my mind.

Forget your mind, Walt.
I know your soul.

You got to start looking
for other suspects, Walt.

What about that Allen...

Allen O'Brien.

Allen O'Brien...
What about him?

We haven't found him.

What about Barlow's ex-wife?
What about her?

I don't know yet.

She's a... She's a hard one
to figure out, so...

Huh.

You know that she did not
come to visit Branch not once?

I know she's the stepmother
and all that,

but I just find that shameful,
and I don't think that's right.

Do you?
That ain't right.

Well, with Wilkins
in charge of this,

I can't even look
for evidence against her.

Forget the evidence, Walt.
You got to start with motive.

It's like I taught you
all them years back...

Only two reasons
to kill somebody...

love, money.

Well, if she did this,
she did it for the money.

She told me she wants half
the profit from the sale

of Barlow's home.

So you'll know before I do
if that's all she's after.

- Why's that?
- She told me she wants to meet with

the new executor
of the estate.

Well,
appreciate the heads-up.

I'll be sure to go to that meeting armed.

Here's your piece, Walt.

It ain't missing three rounds
no more.

Hear me...

You did not do this.

Thanks for letting me know
the coast was clear.

What made Wilkins leave?

He's lazy.

I think he just gave up.

Oh, and I looked into,
uh, Barlow's ex-wife.

She flew in when she said,
but on a one-way ticket.

Don't you find it strange
that she'd hang around

if she'd just
murdered someone?

Well...

strange is the new normal
around here, so...

Who's that?

One of the Allen O'Briens.

Ferg brought in a bunch.

Ferg.

One second.

You learn anything?

Yeah... a lot of Irish
settled in Wyoming.

- This is the 13th of 20 Allen O'Briens.
- Hello?

Problem is, none of
these Allen O'Briens

have any connection to Tucker
or even heard of him.

- Okay, Ferg. Let me know as soon as you...
- Thanks.

That was ADT.
There's been a break-in.

Where?

Barlow Connally's.

The new normal, right?

Vic, you're not coming.

Take over
the Mr. O'Briens here.

- Ferg, with me.
- Yep.

Alex, put down the gun.

Put it down.

Ferg, tell ADT
to shut off the alarm.

I know this woman.

I remembered
where Barlow kept the key.

I just couldn't remember
the alarm code.

Okay.

Alex, why are you here?

It's amazing, isn't it?

Barlow kept 35 guns
in this house,

and not a single picture
of Branch.

You know, Barlow wouldn't
allow me to see Branch

after the divorce.

I don't know what he told him.
Probably that I cheated...

...and ran off.

I never cheated.

Alex,
what are you doing here?

I am collecting
my belongings.

Excuse me.

You know, Walt, I could really
use a hand with these boxes.

Fine.
Deputy, you look strong.

Perhaps you can help me. My
U-Haul's just around the side.

Okay. Great.
Just stand there.

And if the new executor
has a problem with this,

I'll be in Park City.

Alex, stop.

What were you doing
with that gun?

Barlow's gun collection
would be a good place

to hide a murder weapon.

Were you returning it
after shooting Tucker?

I never killed anybody,
all right?

And this stuff is mine.

Barlow took everything
from me,

including my stepson.

Did you know that I sent
Christmas gifts to Branch

every year
and that every year,

they were returned to me
unopened,

until finally I just gave up,

because Barlow and Tucker had
told the court that I was unfit,

that all I ever cared about
was myself.

All of it was lies,

and you know what happens.

I understand...
believe me, I do.

But I'm gonna need Ferg
to bag that gun

and for you
to come with me.

Walt, I am so sorry.

I wouldn't let Moretti call and warn
you I was here this time, Walt.

Damn near had Mathias throw her
in the cell for obstruction,

but it's not my county.

That's right. And it's not
your station, so get out.

Actually,
per the mayor of Durant,

I'm 100% authorized
to be here.

I'm investigating the murder
of Tucker Baggett.

I got some questions
for you.

Starting with
"Who is this beautiful woman,

and why is she in custody?"

She's a suspect
in a murder.

- Tucker Baggett's murder?
- He says.

Well, it's not
his investigation.

I'm sorry he bothered you,
ma'am. You're free to go.

Why, thank you, Sheriff.

You're coming with me,
Walt.

No, I'm not.

- You have no grounds.
- Yes, I do.

I have a Cheyenne eyewitness
who saw that Bronco

on the Res
the night Tucker was shot.

Now, you can explain all of that
to me and the mayor.

He's waiting on us.

Let's go.

You know what, Moretti?

You might as well
come along, too.

Excuse me.

You better go, Philly.

So,
I'm not so sure I'm buying

that alibi you handed me
this afternoon, Moretti.

Deputy.

Deputy,
I selected Sheriff Wilkins

as an unbiased investigator,

and I'm here representing
all the county commissioners,

and we just want to know
the truth about this whole mess.

So please
answer the question.

Why are you lying
for Walt Longmire?

Deputy, you really want to be
covering for a murderer?

I didn't do this.

You had the strongest motive,
Walt.

- I'm gonna have to ask you for your gun.
- What good's that gonna do?

You don't even have a slug
to compare it to.

And how do you know that?

'Cause you dug the slug
out of the back of that chair?

Jim tells me he caught you
tampering with the crime scene.

He frisked me on-site.
Didn't find anything on me.

You had time to dig the slug
out of the chair

after you murdered Tucker

and before you took the body
to the Res.

Unless, of course,
that was somebody else driving your Bronco

around the Res
in the middle of the night.

The bartender at the Red Pony
tells me

you were wearing a fancy suit
the night Tucker was murdered.

Where is that suit,
Walt?

I bet it's got
Tucker's blood on it.

- I want to see that suit.
- And I want to see your gun and badge...

now.

Hi. I'm sorry.
Do I have the right room?

I'm looking for two people
who are being interviewed

illegally
without the benefit of counsel.

Oh, here they are.

Sheriff, Deputy Moretti.

Now, please.

Don't you think
this is over, Walt.

I will not sit back and let
a murderer police my county.

I would've thought that you two,
of all people, would know

not to talk to the cops
without a lawyer present.

Cady, how did you know
to come here?

Mathias called me.

So, are you
representing me now?

I was going to get you a good
criminal-defense attorney.

I thought I had more time.

But I guess I don't.

Vic.

You weren't here the night of,
uh, Tucker Baggett's murder,

so you have no idea
if I was here or not.

Why'd you lie?

'Cause you can't go down
for this.

You didn't do it.

Do you know
I didn't do this...

because you did?

When I gave your gun to
the Marshals, it was empty.

When I checked it last night,
there was a new clip in it.

But there was one bullet
missing.

You said you wished there was something

you could do to help me.

Now I find a bullet
missing from your gun.

So...

So, what did you do?

I just...

went for a drive.

Where?

I don't know.

What do you know?

I just drove and drove

and... and lost track
of time.

So, I got, uh, tired

and pulled into
a campground.

This family,
they pulled in,

and they piled out of their car.

And at first, they were all
walking really calmly.

And then, uh...

And then this little girl,
she was like 6 years old,

she just started
speed-walking.

And then they all just broke out into a,
uh, race for the bathroom.

That family, that little girl,
they were so happy.

They were...
They were having so much fun.

I just watched them.

Them and... and her,
and I just, uh...

I was thinking.

And I don't...
I don't know how long for.

Eventually, I, uh...

I needed some air,
so I...

I got out of the RV.

It's the first moment of peace
that I have had.

I finally...

saw a way out.

Um, but I couldn't go through
with it.

That's why a bullet
was missing from my gun.

Because I ejected it.

I couldn't do that to you.

I... I couldn't be the...

thing that brought you
more pain.

So what do I do? I lie, and I
just make the situation worse.

No.

No, the only way
my situation could be any worse

is if you weren't here
right now.

I swear to God.

Now, you can never, ever do
anything like that again.

You promise me.

I promise.

Hey, Sheriff.
You wanted to see me?

Yes, Mathias.

Uh, I did.

i just wanted to thank you
for giving Cady

a heads-up about that thing
with Wilkins yesterday.

Yeah, well, I don't like
the way he's been

reverse-engineering the evidence
to fit the crime.

So you believe me?

When I called you out
to the Res, you were shocked.

You weren't acting.

So yeah.
I believe you're innocent.

But Sheriff Wilkins
doesn't.

He thinks a cop
committed this crime.

You gotta admit, Walt,

between taking the slug
and moving the body,

someone knew
what they were doing.

Unfortunately, I don't have
any other viable leads.

What about Alex Graham
or Allen O'Brien?

Either of those names
come up in Tucker's records?

What records?
We haven't found any records.

The home was cleaned out.

What about his other office,
the one at Connally Enterprises?

He didn't
have an office there.

Tucker only worked
from home.

- Really?
- Yeah.

So I don't know about this
Alex Graham or Allen O'Brien.

All I know is you and your
friends are the only people

with an apparent motive
to kill Tucker.

So, good luck with that.

One box of...

Hey.

They told me
at the retirement home

that you were here, so...

Yeah.
I'm glad to see you.

I could use your help
with this here inventory.

Barlow was like
a high-end hoarder.

I mean, he was
either a shoddy bookkeeper

or some of the stuff is missing.
I don't know.

Well, we did catch
Alex Graham stealing some

of Barlow's stuff yesterday.

She said it was hers.

So she couldn't get
what she wanted legitimately,

so she stole it?

Or she killed for it?

I don't think
it was Alex.

I think
it was Allen O'Brien.

Who's that?

He was on a Post-It note
in Tucker's day planner.

You remember, there was
an Allen O'Brien

supposed to meet with Tucker
on the day he died?

Oh, yeah, him.
Did you find him?

We found 20 of them.

Then it dawned on me.

I know
which Allen O'Brien it is.

Which one is it?

Well, it's Sean O'Brien's
brother.

Help me out here.

He's a cattle driver.

First shows up on page 121
of "Lonesome Dove."

"'Since you've not bothered
to murder us,

I'll introduce myself, '
he said.

'I'm Allen O'Brien
and this is young Sean.'"

Well, that's a hell
of a coincidence, Walt.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, you were the one
who gave me "Lonesome Dove."

You said it was one of
your favorite books.

Hell, I ain't read it
in years.

Is that really true?

Is it really true
that you found that day planner

at Tucker's office
at Connally Enterprises?

Yes. And you are still welcome,
by the way.

Except Tucker never worked
out of Connally Enterprises.

Has no office there.

So you didn't find it there.

I think you took that day planner
from Tucker's home office.

After you killed him.

The crime does seem like
it was committed by a cop...

former cop.

Only a professional would know
to remove the slug

and to dump the body
on the Res.

Did you use Allen O'Brien
as a pretext to see Tucker?

How many books have you read
in your lifetime, Walt?

Can you remember them all?

Allen O'Brien is
the 20th most important person

in "Lonesome Dove."

That's a novel
of 800-plus pages.

Well, it was a good book.

Yeah, it is.

This is a good book.

I just wanted to do one last
good thing in my life, Walt.

One thing of dignity.

I mean, God knows
I've punished enough men,

put 'em in jail, shot 'em.

I wanted to help someone.

Someone good.

I wanted to help you, Walt.

So yeah.

I called up
Tucker Baggett.

I was posing as one of Barlow's
old friends named Allen O'Brien.

Told Tucker
I needed his help,

was going through
a nasty divorce.

You're not Allen O'Brien.

And you're certainly
no friend of Barlow's.

Hello, Tucker.

I apologize
for the subterfuge,

but I know you wouldn't
have seem me otherwise.

You went there
to kill him?

No, sir.

I went there to talk to him,
man to lawyer.

I really thought
I could convince him.

I'm asking you to drop
this lawsuit against him.

And why would I do
a thing like that?

Because you can.

Because Walt's a good man.

I mean, look at your house.

You don't need no more money.

And the world needs
more men like Walt.

Listen to me, Tucker.

Great Hunkpapa Lakota Chief
Sitting Bull always said,

"There's two dogs
inside of me.

One of them's mean and evil,
and the other's good.

And they're fighting each other
every day."

When somebody
asked Sitting Bull,

"Which dog is winning?" he said,
"The one I feed the most."

My brother Barlow fed that mean
and evil dog every day, Tucker.

And I know you got
that good dog in you.

I know you're feeding
that good dog.

Don't let the door
hit you in the ass.

It behooves me to ask you,

why are you doing this?

Why?

Well, because I can.

Let the record show
I tried.

I never dreamed they'd try
to pin this on you, Walt.

I'm sorry for it.

Then again,
I didn't consider that

there'd be a-a man of literature
on the case.

I tried to cover my tracks.

I guess I missed a few.

I still think
I did a good thing.

Since when is killing a man
a good thing, Lucian?

When it saves you, Walt.

He had you down.

He was bulldogging you.

You said yourself
somebody had to do something.

You said that.

And you agreed.

Do I need to cuff you,
Lucian?

You ain't gonna
handcuff me, Walt,

'cause I ain't going
to jail.

Sure as hell
ain't gonna die there.

Alzheimer's,
reverse mortgage.

Hell.

Getting old
is crappy enough.

Lucian.

Lucian!

Lucian, wait up.

No, and I know you ain't gonna
shoot me in the back, neither.

- I said stop!
- Fine.

We'll just stand here and shoot
it out like men here and now.

I'm not gonna shoot you,
Lucian.

I'm gonna shoot you, then.

- No.
- I'm gonna pull on you, Walt.

- You're not gonna pull on me.
- Yes, I am.

And you know I am,
right now.

- Uno, dos...
- Damn it!

...tres.

Aah!

Shit!

God.

God.

Oh, shit.

Damn it.

- Are you happy?
- I'm...

I'm getting there.

Now you gotta...

You gotta finish it, Walt.

Figure I've stayed too long
in this damn rodeo.

Too long on the job,

too long in the life.

Allen O'Brien said,

"This goddamn country
has burned up my tears."

So give me some dignity, Walt,
and finish me.

Finish it!

Oh...

Shit, I knew it.

Ooh!

Ooh-hoo!

Yeah-hoo!

Yeah-hoo!

Lucian!

Lucian!

- Yeah-hoo!
- Hey!

No!

Lucian!

Lucian!

Lucian!

Lucian!

Lucian!

Lucian, Lucian.

Lucian!

Oh, Lucian.

Oh.

Oh, Walt.

Man...

I couldn't...

I couldn't let them
take you down.

Why are you smiling?

I didn't think nobody'd ever
come to my funeral.

I wouldn't miss it,
you bastard.

I wouldn't miss it.