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[ "Where Dirt and Water Collide"
by White Buffalo plays ]

- [ Horse whinnies ]
- ♪♪ Summer wind ♪♪

[ Door closes ]

♪♪ Is blowing in ♪♪

♪♪ Can I hide in your breeze
awhile? ♪♪

♪♪ Can I soar out
with you, my friend? ♪♪

♪♪ Till I reach the tide side ♪♪

♪♪ Where the dirt and water
collide ♪♪

♪♪ Let the ♪♪

♪♪ Let the sun ♪♪

♪♪ The morning sun
has just begun ♪♪

♪♪ Can I bathe
in your heat and light? ♪♪

♪♪ It's washed in red ♪♪

♪♪ It must go down again ♪♪

♪♪ None too soon can you arrive ♪♪

♪♪ Well, I'll wait for you
through the night ♪♪

Can you give me five minutes?
I need to check on one thing.

♪♪...sun ♪♪

♪♪ Fill me again ♪♪

♪♪ Let the sun light me up ♪♪

♪♪ Don't let it dim ♪♪

[ Horn honks ]

♪♪ Summer wind is blowin' in ♪♪

♪♪ Can I hide in your breeze
awhile? ♪♪

♪♪ Can I soar out
with you, my friend? ♪♪

♪♪ Till I reach the tide side ♪♪

♪♪ Where the dirt and water
collide ♪♪

♪♪ Let the sun ♪♪

♪♪ Fill me again ♪♪

♪♪ Let the sun ♪♪

[ Chuckles ]

[ Glasses clink ]

Okay.

I know it's early,
but I, uh...

What's going on?

What's going on
with you?

You first.

Uh, okay.

I just got Ian Whitmore's
autopsy report back.

He didn't die
from arrow wounds.

- He didn't?
- No.

You know how Ferg counted
16 arrows in the body?

Well, the report said that
there were 17 puncture wounds,

but I couldn't find
the 17th one at first

because it was so much smaller
than the other ones...

like syringe size.

When I saw that,
I asked for a tox report.

Turns out that Ian died
from a heroin overdose.

Sound familiar?

- Like Joey Takoda.
- Yeah.

Morning, Zach.

What brings you around?

- Uh...
- I asked him to come in.

I went to return his notebook,
and he told me

that he'd gone ahead
and tracked down the owner

of that silver Suburban
that Hector was driving, and...

Well, go ahead.
Tell him, Zach.

Uh, okay, yeah.

It's, uh... [ Clears throat ]
It's a rental.

Or at least it's leased
to a company

named Emerald Urban
Landscaping.

And?

Ferg: The address
for Emerald Urban Landscaping,

it's the same address
as a Boston bar

called
the Shamrock & Plough.

Which is also
the same address

as a now-defunct
travel agency called...

Manifest Destinations.

Are you telling me
that the Irish Mob are back

and they're working
with Malachi?

Seems so.

While using
a copycat Hector

as their enforcer
and their assassin.

[ Door opens, closes ]

You got something
you wanted to tell us?

Well, I do.

We have all been looking
for the wrong Hector.

I went to a hunting store
in town

to see if Darius bought
any arrows.

But the only person who made a
bulk purchase of arrows recently

was a white male
with red hair.

[ Exhales sharply ]

So, Irish Mob,

assassination
by heroin injection,

redhead.

- You know who this sounds like?
- Walt: Yep.

Eddie Harp.

But Eddie Harp's dead.

[ Western music plays ]

Ah.

- Is it Halloween already?
- No, sir. No.

Uh, I'm Sheriff Walt Longmire
from Absaroka County, Wyoming.

Well,
what's a cowboy like you

doing up here
in New England, sir?

Is that hat made out of beaver
or rabbit?

Well, it's, uh...
it's beaver.

I always wanted
a hat like that.

I love them old Westerns,
you know?

Well, so I heard.

Um, I was hoping to talk to you
about your son, Eddie.

[ Sighs ]

As far as I'm concerned,
we don't have a son.

[ Sighs ]

Not since he dropped out
of med school.

Why did he drop out?

Bad influences.

No.

A man is responsible
for his own choices.

And if he can be
that easily influenced,

then it's a sign
of bad character.

So I gather there were people
in Eddie's life

that you two
didn't care for?

You make it sound
like he just started smoking.

That's not it at all.
He chose evil.

He went to work
for these people...

He went to work
for murderers.

They killed me brother.

And Eddie,
he went to work for them

like family
didn't matter to him at all.

That's when we cut him off.

And then
we had to leave Boston.

He and his new friends, they
were causing so much trouble

with our... the police,
with our neighbors.

We didn't feel safe.

- So...
- We moved to this sinkhole!

Money goes in,
and bills come out.

I had a good job
in Boston.

I had a career
and a family.

Because of Eddie,
we lost all that.

But at least we can look
at ourselves in the mirror.

Eddie, wherever he is,
he can't do that.

Sheriff, whatever bad thing
it is you think Eddie did,

I'm telling you now,
he did it.

Uh, I-I'm sorry about that.
Keith gets...

There's no need to apologize,
Mrs. Harp.

Would you happen to have
a photograph of Eddie anywhere?

No.

I had to get rid of his pictures
long ago.

When was the last time
you heard from your son?

In person?

Oh, about... 20 years.

You said "in person."

- Mm.
- Has he called or written to you?

He sends checks.

Oh, well,
that must be helpful.

Oh, I don't cash them.

Keith wouldn't like that.
He wouldn't allow that, no.

But it makes me feel that I...
I-I don't know,

that maybe there's still
some good left in him.

When was the last time
he sent you a check?

Um, last Thursday,
I think, yes.

Eddie sent you a check
last week?

- You seem surprised.
- I am.

A little bit.

Um, did you
throw that check away?

Oh, no, no.

I keep them all.

Would... Would you like
to see them?

If you don't mind.

No. I'll go get them
for you.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Vehicle approaches ]

[ Vehicle door opens, closes ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

- Mathias. What brings you here?
- [ Door closes ]

Is he here?

I'm sorry, is who here?

The little boy,
Tate Dawson.

Parents got home from work,
and he was gone.

Said I should talk to his teacher,
Catori Long, but she wasn't home.

Then they said
I should talk to you.

I haven't seen Tate
at all today.

What about Catori Long?

I haven't seen her,
either.

All right. Well,
I'm gonna need to look around.

- [ Cellphone rings ]
- Okay, but they're not here.

- [ Keypad beeps ]
- Hello?

Cady, I couldn't
just let him die.

- [ Clears throat ]
- Hey. Uh, how are you?

Long time, no see.

- Cady, it's Catori.
- Yeah, I know.

Well, can you talk?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, look,
I really need your help.

I'm... I'm on my way over.

No, I couldn't ask you
to do that.

- Is someone there?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, no.

Is it the Dawsons?

No, it's, uh...
It isn't. It's...

It's worse,
unfortunately.

[ Tires screech ]

Oh, my God.

- It's the cops.
- Uh-huh.

You know, why don't we just,
uh, meet up later?

[ Engine revs ]

- [ Keypad beeps ]
- Who was that?

- A friend.
- Mm-hmm.

So, did you find
any kidnapped children in here?

Not yet, but when you talk
to Tate or Catori,

you will call me.

[ Door opens, closes ]

So, Eddie Harp has been sending
three or four of these checks

to his parents every year
for almost 20 years.

This one arrived
last Thursday.

So he's alive.

[ Sighs ]

That picture you saw
of his dead body was fake.

Seems like it.

Vic:
There's over $500,000 here.

His parents
never cashed any of this?

No. They considered it
dirty money.

Good for them.

Greater Boston Savings and Trust
has a branch in Sheridan.

I'll head over there and see what they
can tell me about Eddie and his account.

Vic, find out what you can

about that new shell corporation
the mob's using,

Emerald Urban Landscaping.

Okay. All right.

But I was thinking,

even though Greater Boston
is a Massachusetts bank,

they got branches
all over the place.

That makes this interstate.

- Why don't we use the FBI to find Eddie?
- No.

Okay, look, I know that you don't
like working with the Feds...

or anyone, for that matter...
but there's only three of us,

- and you've got me chained to a desk.
- It's not that.

We could use the help.

But when we told the FBI
we had Eddie in custody,

somehow, his people found out
and ambushed Ferg.

Then Henry and Nighthorse
went down to Cheyenne

to meet with the Feds
about Malachi,

who now seems
to be in business with Eddie,

and they got ambushed,
too.

So you think that the Boston
Mob's got someone on the inside?

I just think we should do
some of our own legwork

without the Feds.

At least to start.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Vehicle approaching ]

Catori,
what is going on?

I am so sorry.

- Except I'm not.
- [ Vehicle door closes ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

You understand that this is
basically kidnapping.

I am trying
to save Tate's life.

And he's with me willingly.
I didn't abduct him.

His parents seem to think
that you did.

It's not like that.

I know his parents work,
so when they were both out,

I just stopped by, and I told
Tate that they wanted me

- to take him to the hospital.
- Oh, I see.

You just... You just lied
to an 11-year-old.

I didn't want him
to feel scared.

- Well, have you taken him to see a doctor?
- No. Not yet.

I mean,
I realize how this looks.

[ Sighs ]

I didn't know
what to say to the doctors.

I was hoping
you could help me.

No, I can't. I cannot help you
commit a crime.

It is not a crime.

What his parents are doing,
letting him sit there

just getting sicker and sicker,
that's a crime.

Cady.

He needs penicillin.

If I help you with this,

you turn yourself in
to the tribal police

as soon as
he has medication, okay?

I can't hide you.

I have no problem facing
the consequences of my actions.

[ Sighs ]

Yeah, I...
I'm not, um, here

to sign up
for a new checking account,

- Mr., um...
- Plerson.

- Mr. Plerson.
- Yeah.

I'm actually here
to ask you,

uh, about the checking account
of one of your customers.

Oh. Oh, I'm... I'm afraid
we can't share that information.

Guy who wrote these checks is
a suspect in two brutal murders.

Oh.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

So, I'm gonna need you to tell
me everything you can about him.

Sure. Sure.
Let me... Let me...

Let me pull that information up
for you here.

Thank you.

Uh... Huh.

Edward Harp's account
was closed.

How recently?

Uh... 2004.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Scoffs ]

But he's still writing checks
from this account.

Yeah. Maybe he had
some leftover checks,

but there's no money
in that account to cover them.

- Uh... Gary?
- Gary, yeah.

Gary, think you could print me
out a copy of that photo?

In color?

Sure. Sure.

[ Pop music plays on stereo ]

Hey, Walt! Walt!

Oh, hey, Bob.

Congrats, man.
I heard you won your court case.

Yeah, thanks.
I, uh...

- Well, I sort of forgot to celebrate.
- Ah.

Well, I have
some pretty good news, too.

I just come from
the rehab clinic.

Looks like Billy's gonna stay
another 30 days.

- Voluntarily, so...
- That's great news, Bob.

- Yeah.
- Great news.

I think he's about to
turn a corner, like that.

All right.

Listen, Bob.
I, uh...

I know you said you haven't had
much work lately.

Well, I got a little...
little carpentry I need done.

I need some doors
for my kitchen cabinets, so...

I mean, I'd pay you.

Uh, why don't you, uh,
come by later,

and we'll...
we'll talk details?

- I appreciate that.
- Okay.

Okay, then.

Yeah. Thanks.

[ Music continues ]

What was that about?

Well, I came
to ask you for a favor

and, uh, ended up doing one
for Bob, so...

- What kind of favor were you going to ask me?
- It's a work thing.

You remember that drug addict
that got attacked by Hector?

- Rusty Ames.
- Yeah.

Now that his heroin dealer
is dead,

I'm guessing he's gonna be
looking for a new one.

And it would not surprise me

if that turned out to be
Eddie Harp.

You have confirmed
that Eddie is actually alive?

I did.

I think he's been
putting on a Hector mask

and killing off
his competition.

Trying to corner
the local heroin market.

Yeah.

So I'm guessing
if we can follow Rusty,

he might lead us to Eddie.

Makes sense.

The only problem
with that is, uh,

Rusty's already seen
me and Ferg,

so we can't follow him.

And Vic's not ready
to go back out in the field.

Which leaves Ruby.

Are you sure
she's up to it?

I will get someone to cover me
this afternoon.

Thanks, Henry.

Catori: That rash on Tate's neck,
everything on the Internet says

it should have gone away
by now.

But everything on the Internet
assumes he's taking antibiotics.

Look,
I'll drop you up front,

and you can go inside
and talk to someone...

Catori, pull over.
Pull over right now.

- What's wrong?
- Pull over right now. I don't know.

Maybe nothing.
Just stay here, okay?

I'll be back.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hey! She's that lawyer,
isn't she?

Excuse me,
I just need...

- We saw you on Facebook.
- Excuse me?

The Tribal Council meeting,
there was a video.

You were trying to take
Micah and Elena's boy away.

Yeah, Cady Longmire.

Look, if you'll just let me
go into the hospital, I...

- Did you kidnap Tate Dawson?
- No one kidnapped Tate.

I think there's just been
a misunderstanding

about the treatment
that he needs.

Treatment
you say he needs!

I-I don't think you fully
understand scarlet fever.

Oh. Why don't you educate us,
O wise one?

- Where's my boy?
- Mr. Dawson.

No, no, no,
he... he needs to come home.

He needs to be under my roof
in his own bed, so where is he?

Man: Hey!

There's someone in that car!

It's her!
It's that teacher!

Ruby: Perfect timing.
Vic's on the phone.

Why isn't she
at her desk?

Broke her shackles,
I guess.

Vic, where are you?

So, don't be angry,

but state troopers found
this truck I was looking for,

and you weren't around,
and Ferg wasn't there.

I know I was supposed to stay
at my desk, but...

That's right, you were,
but not as punishment.

- For your own health.
- I don't think it's healthy

to be so bored,
you feel like you're gonna puke.

- Vic.
- Walt, shut up, okay?

Just... get here.
You gotta see this truck.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Chair scrapes ]

I didn't do anything.

That's not true.

We got witnesses who saw you
get out of the same car

as Catori Long.

That's not a crime.

Mm.

Unless she's got
a kidnapped kid in her car.

Does she?

Does she?

What do
your witnesses say?

I don't have to answer
your questions.

And I don't have to
answer yours.

No, sadly, you do not.

But let me take this opportunity
to let you know

exactly how deep the shit is
that you are currently in.

Because I believe your teacher
friend does have Tate,

and I believe
you're helping her.

All she wants to do is
just help one of her students.

I know you think that.

But that's not
what his parents think.

The only help
anybody wants from you

is to help getting
Tate Dawson back home.

This boy, Tate,
he could die.

I hope that's not true,
because if it is

and he dies before
he's returned to his parents,

you're gonna be accessory
to a second-degree murder.

Do you understand?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

May I leave?

Have you reconsidered?

No, I need
a ride to my car.

[ Engine idling ]

Hey!
Can I give you a lift?

Seriously?

Yeah,
that'd be awesome, man.

Hop in.

[ Vehicle passes ]

[ Engine revs ]

Where you headed?

Uh, I gotta go
see the doctor.

So, the hospital in Durant
or the Res clinic?

The new clinic.

New clinic?

Yeah, I guess
some do-gooder doctor

set up
one of those mobile clinics.

I have not heard of this.

Yeah,
it moves around a lot.

And I heard it's out
by Southgate right now.

You going that far?

As a matter of fact, I am.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Walt:
So, this is the truck?

I'm a little underwhelmed.

What am I missing?

I was researching
the mob's new shell company,

Emerald Urban Landscaping.

I found another record of a truck
they rented, so I put out an APB.

Check it out.

Look at the addresses
on the crates.

Four Arrows Casino,
care of Jacob Nighthorse.

- So, what's the mob sending to him?
- I don't know.

Driver took off
right after he got pulled over,

and I didn't want to open
anything until you got here.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Lid thuds ]

Arts and crafts?

- Is that...
- Heroin.

Jacob Nighthorse's name
written all over it.

Hey, Ruby.

Um, is my dad here?

What's wrong, honey?

Uh, I just need help
looking for someone.

Ferg: Who?

Hey.

Um, her name is Catori Long.
She's a schoolteacher.

- Okay. I can help you find her.
- Really?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Any idea
where to start looking?

Uh, yeah,
on... on the Res.

Oh.

- You can't help me, can you?
- No, no, no, no.

I-I-I could in theory.

I just... the Res makes it
a little trickier.

- Have you thought about contacting Mathias?
- I can't really do that,

because I'm trying to find her
before he does.

I am so screwed.

[ Sighs ]

Maybe not.

Here.

I might have someone
who might be able to help

in a less...
official capacity.

He's, uh,
kind of a private eye.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

Not really.

Why do you think
I'm going to the doctor?

I think that's it
right there.

This is a medical clinic?

Yeah, I know, right?

Do you need me
to wait for you?

What's your deal?

I do not have a deal.

This is just
a long way from anything,

and I thought
you might not want to walk.

Look, thanks for the ride, man,
but you and I,

we're... we're good, okay?

- Okay.
- I don't need you to stay.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Door opens ]

Nighthorse: Hey.

Thank you.

So, my assistant said
that you wanted to talk,

but she didn't say
what about.

Yeah, I, uh...
I didn't tell her.

I-I guess I felt I needed to
come by and do this in person.

Do what?

Thank you.

Your testimony in court,
you... you saved my job.

More than that,
my reputation.

Oh, well, I think you, uh,
may have overestimated

the, uh,
prosecution's case.

No.

No, I didn't.

I was dead to rights.

I mean, it was all lies,
but they had me

until you spoke
and told the truth.

I was under oath.

Well, you could have withheld
information, but you didn't.

You know, I couldn't
for the life of me figure out

why you would help me,
Jacob,

after all
I've done to you,

all the things
I've accused you of.

You're familiar
with Occam's Razor, I assume?

The simplest explanation
is usually the right one.

Exactly.

Maybe it's just as simple
as I saw an injustice happening

and, uh, chose
to put an end to it.

[ Clears throat ]
You know, uh,

I came up with
an even simpler explanation.

You want me on your side.

You wanted
to do me a favor

so I would do you a favor
down the line.

And... what favor

would I need you
to do for me, Walt?

I don't know.

Look the other way

when you try to traffic
20 kilos of heroin.

You are a [smacks table]
broken record!

Pulled over a truck
this afternoon

filled with crates
of antiquities

headed to your casino.

And in every crate,
under a false bottom,

was a brick of heroin.

Of course there was.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Put down the phone.

Get me security.

Put it down.

[ Scoffs ]

Jacob Nighthorse, you have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

Apparently
you have forgotten, sir,

that this casino
is on sovereign territory.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney,

one will be appointed
to represent you.

You understand your rights as
they've been explained to you?

[ Sighs ]

Oh, hey.
It's, uh, Cady, right?

Yes.

And y-you're Zach.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry. Ferg didn't tell me
that you were... you.

Okay.
I'm a little confused.

- So, Ferg told you something about me, now you're here?
- Sorry, yeah.

He said that you might be interested in
working for me as a private detective,

but, um, I-I didn't realize
that you were...

you were the Zach
that, um, worked for my dad.

Yeah, for, like,
about a week.

- Right.
- Yeah.

Uh, you... you should...
you should come in.

- Okay.
- Yeah, no, I'm... I'm being...

- You sure?
- I'm being rude.

- Okay, sure, thanks.
- Come in.

Yeah, I should, uh...

I should put on a shirt,
'cause,

[ Chuckles ] I mean,
who answers the door shirtless?

- That's...
- I-I was doing...

Yeah, no, it's okay.
Really. I, um...

- I was in the middle of, uh...
- I'm sorry that I surprised you.

Ferg just didn't...
didn't give me a phone number.

I should tell you
right off the bat

that, uh, I am not
a licensed private investigator.

Uh, in fact, my only
official police experience,

um, was that brief time
I worked for your dad,

and... and he fired me.

Beggars can't be choosers.

No, we cannot.

Look, um, it's... it's not...
it's not a big job.

I'm looking for a woman...
Catori.

She's a client,
and I think she's on the Res,

so my dad and Ferg
can't really get involved.

I think she's in
a little bit of trouble.

What kind of trouble?

- Kidnapping.
- [ Scoffs ]

- Okay, I-I think I should pass on that one.
- What?

- Uh, yeah.
- No.

No, Zach, I-I... actually,
I really need your help.

She's not dangerous. She's just
trying to get a very sick boy help.

No, it's just...
[ Sighs ]

The thing with your dad,
okay?

It's, uh...
It's kind of awkward.

- [ Sighs ]
- I just...

Listen, Zach, I will pay you
$500 a day.

Okay?

Please.

I really need your help.

You're not...
You're not hearing me, Walt.

Again,
I'm being set up here.

I don't know how many times
I have to tell you.

If someone was setting you up,
they'd have worked harder

to make sure
you got caught.

They'd have called in a tip
or the driver

would have made sure
he was pulled over for speeding.

There was none of that.

My deputy found that truck
on her own.

And the drugs
were carefully concealed

under a shipment
of antiquities.

Holy shit.

Don't get
too comfortable.

You won't be there
for long.

As soon as Vic and Ferg get back
from searching your casino

for Eddie Harp,
your heroin distributor,

I'm taking you
to Tri-County.

Oh, no. Hey, hey, hey, no,
you can't do that.

I have to.

We don't have
the proper facilities here

for holding
a drug trafficker.

Look, Tri-County Jail is like
Malachi's personal fiefdom.

If I go in there,
I'll be dead within 24 hours.

Just stop. Stop pretending
that you two are enemies, Jacob.

Malachi, Darius,
Eddie Harp, you...

it's pretty clear
you're all working together.

That is not true!
That is not close to being true!

- I don't know what you think you have...
- I told you what I have.

I got 20 kilos of heroin
in a mob truck addressed to you.

Okay, will you listen to me
for one minute?

Just think about this.

If I really wanted to get away
with trafficking drugs,

why would I ever have given
that testimony that cleared you?

It would have been in my best
interest to get you fired.

I would have piled on,
like everybody else,

and got you fired.

So, I'm begging you,
here.

[ Chuckles ]

Do not send me to Tri-County.

You know, I got in a lot
of trouble over the years

for not following
proper procedure.

I'm not gonna
make that mistake again.

Hey, hey, Walt.
No.

Walt, please!

Walt!

There are new patient forms
right by the door!

I am not a patient,
but I am curious.

About what?

This whole place.
What is it?

Well, I'm part
of a network of physicians

trying to provide health
coverage where it's needed most.

Where people
can't get to it.

But we already have a clinic
on the Res.

And the doctor's
only on call there part time.

I'm not faulting IHS,
but that's not enough

for the people
who live around here.

So, you have a doctor here
24 hours a day?

No. It's just me and sometimes
my physician's assistant.

We can only handle
60 or 70 hours a week,

but we make sure
that we stay open

when the other clinic isn't,
and we move around

so that people who don't
have a car can get here.

So, if you are
all about access,

then why do you set up shop
out in the middle of nowhere?

[ Laughs ]

I'm sorry,
can I help you with something?

Yes.

The gentleman who was
just here, Rusty Ames,

do you mind if I ask you
what he was here for?

No. But I'm certainly
not gonna answer you.

I know all about
doctor/patient privacy.

I just...

[ Sighs ]

Well, I'm a friend
of his mother,

and she's concerned
about Rusty.

He has had some problems
with substance abuse.

Well, I can't tell you
what he was here for.

But I can tell you

that among the many services
that we provide here,

therapy for drug addiction
is one of them.

Like methadone.

So, I have
Catori's cell number.

I guess you could start
by tracing that

since she's not answering
my calls.

And, I don't know, she lives
in a pretty remote area.

Not a ton of neighbors,
so if you wanted

to break into her house,
you could...

Well, if...
if Catori's hiding,

then she's probably not
gonna be in her house.

No.
Right. Of course.

But maybe you could find, like,
some credit card bills,

and then you could see
if she's made

- any recent purchases.
- Um, I-I-I-I should...

I should have
probably mentioned this.

I'm not gonna
break the law,

which, so far,

pretty much rules out
everything you've suggested.

What can you do, then?

Well, in truth, phone calls,
credit card bills,

they... they very rarely tell us
anything of interest.

I think a better approach
to policing

is just to focus
on Catori.

What's she afraid of?
Who does she trust?

What kind of person
is she?

According to Henry,
she's pretty amazing.

- [ Indistinct chatter ]
- She's overcome a lot.

She's a beloved teacher
at Red Rock...

Stop the car. Stop.
Get down. Stay low. Stay low.

Okay.
What's going on?

That's your office
over there, right?

Yeah. What...
What's happening?

You're going to have to come
back to my place, all right?

- What?
- It's gonna be safer for you there.

- Safer? Okay.
- Yeah, just...

No, no, no, no, no.
Stay down.

All right.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- Switch seats with me, okay?
- Switch seats?

Yeah, you're gonna
come and sit over here.

- Okay. Uh-huh.
- Keep your head down.

Keep low, keep low.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Stay down.

- Okay.
- Let's go.

Simply too dangerous.

They will carve my client up
like a Virginia ham in there.

Jacob should have
thought of that

before smuggling drugs
in my county.

You cannot prove that.

Well, I'm pretty
sure I can.

All right.

While I do not acknowledge
there is any merit

to this whole
drug trafficking... fiction,

I will settle in the short term
for some form of house arrest.

- Well, it's not up to you.
- Oh.

So, then, you're actually trying
to murder Jacob Nighthorse?

- No.
- Well, that's what you'll be doing

if you send him into the general
population of that prison.

There's over 100 members
of the Brotherhood in there.

They're all connected
to Malachi Strand,

who my client
didn't just fire,

but banished
from his ancestral land.

So the question is not if Nighthorse
will be killed in there...

...but when.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

All right.

I'll make you a deal.

Make no mistake...
this offer is not made

in the spirit
of compromise or mercy.

Well, so far, it sounds like
kind of a shitty deal.

I still have some clout

with the assistant
district attorney

and with the warden
at Tri-County.

I will recommend
that your client

not be placed
in the general population,

and instead, he will be held
in solitary confinement

for his own safety.

In exchange for what?

I want him to tell me
where to find Eddie Harp.

That's the deal.

Take it or leave it.

[ Cell door slams ]

Wow. Nice place.

So, what are we
looking for?

Well, the warrant is for heroin,
native artifacts,

and any documents relating
to Nighthorse's finances.

So, basically anything?

Basically.

So, I'm thinking
about moving back.

Back where?

To the trailer park.

I feel like I should
get out of your hair.

You're not, um...
You're not in my hair.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, well, even so,

it's not like
I can leave my RV

parked outside
of your house forever.

I'm sure I'm driving down
the property value.

I don't care about that.

No, I was kidding.

[ Door closes ]

About moving?

No, about
the property value.

Okay.

Uh, well, if Nighthorse has
anything important,

it's not in here, so I'm gonna
go check the other rooms.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Voicemail beeps ]

Walt, Henry.

I have been following Rusty,

but I am afraid
he may be a dead end.

It looks like
he is trying to get clean.

You may need another way
to find Eddie Harp.

Call me.

Hello, there.
Can I help you?

Hey, yeah.
I'm, uh... I'm Zach.

I saw you at the sheriff's
office the other day.

Right.

I'm a friend
of Cady Longmire's.

She is a good friend
to have.

Well,
not exactly a friend.

She hired me
to do a job.

I'm... I'm trying to help her
find, uh, Catori Long.

- Catori is missing?
- Yeah.

She's trying to get
some sick kid to a doctor,

so she...
she kidnapped him.

Does that sound
like something she would do?

The kidnapping part? No.
The getting him to a doctor? Yes.

Well, I-I tried to speak
to her co-workers at the school,

but nobody would speak to me,
so do you have any idea

where she might be hiding?

She will not be hiding.

She will be trying to get
that boy medical attention.

Okay, well,
there's an angry mob - [ Telephone rings ]

that's blocking
the entrance to the hospital.

There's another one blocking
the entrance to the Res clinic,

so, I mean,
where else would she go?

Would she go
out of state, or...

If she's already gone this far,
I imagine she would do anything.

Hey, Henry?
You got a phone call.

Coming.

I do know of another place
she might go...

where there will not be a crowd
waiting to stop her.

[ Wood cracks ]

Hello, jackpot.

Not really.

What, no drugs?

No false bottoms
in any of these crates.

Just a bunch of artifacts.

Well, they were all shipped
from Utah,

just like the crates
on the, uh, truck.

[ Sighs ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

What's wrong?

This packing material
is different

than what was in those crates
on the truck.

These crates
are different, too.

So what?

So Nighthorse is insisting
that he's been set up.

I'd feel a whole lot better
if I could find more evidence

to prove he was lying.

I'm telling you the truth,
I swear.

I've spent my life
building something

to pull our people
out of poverty.

I've done some things
in that pursuit

I'm not proud of,
but heroin?

Come on.

That would undo it all.

And yet Walt seems to have 20 kilos
of evidence that you did this.

Yes, he does,
but it's not true.

It's not true.

Why would I go to the FBI
with you, open myself up to them

if I was running
a drug operation?

Do you have
an alternate explanation?

Yes. Malachi!
It's obvious!

He can't get to me directly,
so he frames me.

And he sends you in here,

where he thinks
he can have you killed.

This is how the white man
always beats us.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

They get us all twisted up
in our own little tribal wars.

We used to fight over beads,
then it was guns...

anything they could give us
to divide us.

Now it's their drugs
and money.

They sit back and watch
while we rip each other apart,

and then they swoop in
and finish us off!

- It's happening again.
- Jacob, you are being dramatic.

Am I?
Think about this.

Walt only agreed
to keep me in solitary

if I can give him information
that I don't have.

Without it,
he's gonna release me

back into
the general population,

and you know I will not
survive in here, man.

I'm... I'm...

[ Sighs ]

I'm not gonna make it.

Henry.

You... You've got to help me
convince Walt.

He trusts you.

I got you your bar back.

I need you
to return the favor.

This is a waste of time.

Catori's not answering
her phone.

She's probably not checking
her messages.

I think we should go.

Look, you and Henry
made it pretty clear

that this woman cares more about
that kid than she does herself.

So if her goal
is to get Tate medicine,

she'll be here.

I'm betraying her.

She trusts me.
She's...

All she's trying to do
is get this kid medication,

and... and we're setting her up
for an ambush.

She also broke the law.

Look, if... if you want
to leave, we can leave.

But I think
she's gonna check her messages,

and when she hears you say
this is the only place

that isn't being guarded
by protestors,

then she'll show up.

And then what do we do?

What, do we
physically restrain her?

We tie her up?

I'm her lawyer.
I'm supposed to help her.

Well, you could be
helping her avoid

a second-degree
murder charge.

[ Sighs ]

I am inclined
to believe Jacob.

Not me.

I do not think
you are lying.

I just feel that he is
telling the truth.

Can I see this evidence?

Someone fit 20 kilos
into this crate?

Actually, no.

That one
was from Nighthorse's house.

This one
came from the truck.

The heroin was under here,
one kilo per crate.

You realize this pot is a fake,
probably made last month.

Well, the heroin underneath it
was authentic.

The crate
from Nighthorse's house

holds an old and valuable
hair pipe breastplate...

part of a collection of
recovered black-market artifacts

that the government has repatriated
into tribes across the country.

Nighthorse made
an arrangement

to display many of these
in his casino.

- Is that what he told you?
- It is.

He also said that there was
a shipping invoice in his files

that confirms this.

I found it.

I also found
the same kind of paperwork

in the crates
with the heroin.

[ Sighs ]

Did you find correspondence

between Nighthorse
and the government

arranging
for both shipments?

Not yet.

Is it not possible
that someone, like Malachi,

took advantage of these
shipments and used them as cover

to smuggle that heroin?

Right into
Nighthorse's casino?

Henry, um, I know you feel
indebted to Nighthorse.

He helped you get
the Red Pony back,

and now here you are,
pleading his case.

I am just saying...

do not let
your emotions blind you

to the inconsistencies
in this case.

Do not do to Nighthorse what was
done to you in your trial.

See?

I told you she'd show up.

Yeah, great.

- Cady.
- What?

Come on.
Let's go.

I know.

- Take a deep breath.
- [ Door opens ]

- Catori, we're taking him.
- Catori: No!

No, just... just wait!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Excuse me, but, uh, who are you?

- I'm her lawyer.
- Cady! They have penicillin.

Yeah, my physician's assistant
is bringing it out right now.

Charlie!
What's taking so long?

- Just please, wait.
- Cady: We can't.

The longer that he's here, the worse
trouble that we're both going to be in.

Man: Sorry about that.

Couldn't find
my keys to the closet,

but better late than never.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Ah, are you two
friends of Tate the Great?

Yeah.
But we're all leaving.

Cady, I will go with you.

I will face
whatever I have to face,

- but not until Tate gets his medicine.
- Catori.

And I know the Dawsons are worried
about an allergic reaction,

but I made sure
they have epinephrine ready.

Standing by.

We'll be outside.

We're leaving
in five minutes.

Hey.
You sure about this?

I'm about to return a kid
to his parents

healthier
than when he left.

If they throw me in jail
for that, so be it.

Hey. Okay?

[ Footsteps approach ]

- Hey.
- Vic.

Uh, did you ever find
any correspondence

between Nighthorse
and the government

about the artifacts
we found in that truck?

No. The only
repatriation paperwork

was for the, uh, artifacts
at Nighthorse's house.

Something's not right.

What are you looking at?

Shipping invoices.

Jacob doesn't sign
for anything.

- So?
- So, it's possible

that someone else is bringing
the heroin in, signing for it,

and then removing it
from those crates

without Nighthorse knowing
anything about it.

Nighthorse is
a criminal, Walt.

- You know that. I know that.
- No.

No, we think that,
but we don't know that.

[ Sighs ]

He always has other people
do his dirty work for him.

Him not signing
for those crates

is him just covering
his own ass.

I think
all the evidence suggests

that Nighthorse is working
with Malachi and Eddie Harp,

but I don't know that.

We don't know anything.
Ever.

I mean, not really.

But some things,
we just know.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

How can I accuse a man
of something

as serious as drug trafficking
if I have doubt?

[ Pills rattling ]

- Goodbye, Tate.
- Bye.

See you at school.

[ Door opens ]

Okay, Tate,
let's go see your parents.

Come on, kiddo.

Elena: Oh, my God.
Tate.

I was so worried.
How are you?

Mr. Dawson, I'm really sorry
about all of this.

Are you?

I am.

But I want to tell you
something.

The doctor
gave Tate penicillin,

so the thing that you were worried about,
anaphylactic shock,

it... it didn't happen.

Tate is not allergic
to penicillin.

So I want you
to take these.

You don't have to go
to a doctor.

You don't have to go
to a hospital.

You can give him these
under your own roof,

and he will get better.

[ Pills rattle ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

It's an old picture,
but I can fax it over to you.

Okay.
Uh, what's the number?

Got it.
Thank you.

- Ruby?
- Yeah?

Can you fax something over

to the, uh,
Sublette County Sheriff?

- [ Door opens ]
- Sure. Got a number?

Yeah, here.

- [ Door closes ]
- Zach: Hey.

- Zach.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

I, uh... I got...
I got you something.

I remembered
you were a fly fisherman.

- [ Chuckles ] Awesome.
- Yeah.

That's a Parachute Adams.

Mm-hmm.

The workhorse.

What's this for?

I just wanted to say thank you
for the referral.

Walt: What referral?

Uh...

Cady, uh...

needed a hand with some stuff,
so I hooked her up with Zach.

Fax transmission
successful.

Thank you.
Thanks, man.

Hey, who's that guy?

Uh... Eddie Harp.

Psychopath we think
killed your neighbor, Ian.

It's a pretty old picture,
but it's all we got.

- Uh, how old?
- About 20 years.

I-I know where he is.

You do?

I-I-I just saw him
like an hour ago.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

- Holy shit. Do you hear that?
- [ Tires screeching ]

I'm not deaf.

Eddie Harp,
you're surrounded.

You need to step outside
immediately...

- Jesus. Who is that?
- ...with your hands in the air.

I don't know for sure,
but it sounds like

an old Western posse
coming to string us up.

[ Chuckles ]

Who's Eddie Harp?

That would be me.

Eddie, come on out of there.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Engine starts ]

We've disabled your vehicle.

Eddie, come on out of there.

Well, this is a pickle.

This is
how you deal with pressure?

You shoot up?!

You useless junkie!

- I am so sorry!
- No, you're not.

[ Metallic thudding ]

You're weak.

Bad character, man.

- Look at you.
- [ Whimpers ]

What kind of doctor
lets himself get blackmailed

into a situation
like this?

Pull yourself together!

[ Whimpers ]

Eddie, come on out of there.

Get up.

We're gonna
get through this, okay?

How?

You ever see "Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid"?

No.

Well,
when they were surrounded,

you know what they did?

They went right through
the front door, side by side.

We're gonna do
the same thing.

Only, not side by side.

You're gonna go first.

[ Chuckling ] Oh!
Look at this.

Cowboys and Indians.

I love it.

Where's Ferguson?!

I guess this is
a little much for him.

Walt: Let him go, Eddie!

Who's Eddie?

Eddie Harp?

That guy's dead.

You're not gonna get away
this time, Eddie.

Aw.

You gonna kill me?

You don't want to kill me,
Sheriff.

You want to know
what I know...

and who...

and where to find him.

Well,
that piqued your interest.

[ Grunts ]

Stay where I can see you,
Squanto.

Oh, was that offensive?

My bad.

You're right, Eddie.
I don't want you dead.

But you don't get to walk around
a free man anymore.

Not after
all that you've done.

Yeah.
I got to be an Indian.

That was fun, being Hector,
playing with bows and arrows.

And now I get to be a cowboy
and ride off into the sunset.

In fact, I think I'm gonna
take your horse, sheriff.

- I don't think so.
- [ Strangled gasp ]

Here's the deal.

You give me your Bronco,
and I don't kill this guy.

You're not gonna kill
the doctor.

He's not a doctor.

Aah!

He's a junkie who practices
medicine in exchange for heroin.

Even so,
you're not gonna kill him.

Really?

I know you still got
some good in you, Eddie.

- [ Gun cocks ]
- And how do you know that?

- I talked to your parents.
- [ Laughs ]

And any son who still
sends money to his parents

the way you do
can't be all bad.

They still miss you,
Eddie.

They want
to see you again.

Aah!

They don't want
to see me.

They don't even cash
those checks I send.

They have so much contempt
for me.

Those poor, sorry dirt farmers
won't even take my money.

You know why
I keep sending those checks?

'Cause one day, my dear,
old dad's gonna be so desperate,

that son of a bitch is gonna go into
a bank with one of those checks,

finally ready to eat shit
and cash it,

and they're gonna tell 'em,
"There ain't no money, Keith."

[ Chuckles ]

Can't you just imagine the look
on his sanctimonious face

when he realizes that
all his judgmental superiority

wasn't worth a goddamn cent
and that I was right?

[ Body thuds, gunshot ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Man coughing, gasping ]