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You're okay. It's okay.

Now, listen, listen. I got all
of your contact information.

Right? I don't want
to come with you.

No, you don't...
You don't have to come with me.

Just, again, tell me,
where did you see it?

About three kilometers
down the canyon.

Okay. Okay.
You're okay.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Moretti.

You up?

I am now.

Resident shot out his windows.

He's demanding to see
the sheriff.

What are you doing out here?

I know the resident in question.

I know if I start responding

every time this guy
makes a scene,

there will be no turning back.

You can't negotiate
with terrorists.

Not that I'm complaining,

but isn't Ferg supposed to be
on call this morning?

He's already on a call.
Busy morning.

Sorry to pull you away
from home.

Part of the job.

So, who's the wacko?

Lucian Connally.

Connally?
As in Branch?

His Uncle.

I need you to go in there.

Just don't tell him I'm here.

Is he dangerous?

Over the years,
he's killed 10 men,

but he's never shot a woman.

Son of a bitch!

Hello, Walt.

I thought you said he wasn't
gonna shoot at me!

I didn't.
I shot that chair.

I've been asking for two months
to change my meds.

Ain't nobody listening to me.

When ain't nobody listening,
you got to talk a little louder!

There ain't nothing much louder

than a 12-gauge
in an enclosed space.

Why aren't you marching this man

out of the building in handcuffs?
Good question.

How about Lucian pays
for the windows

and the chair and promises
not to do it again?

He just discharged a weapon
in a retirement home... twice!

Three times. Two in the window,
one in the chair.

See, you weren't listening.

Yeah, Ferg. What's up?

Hikers called it in,

but I had no idea
it was gonna be this bad.

Oh, watch your step.

That... that vomit wasn't here
when I first arrived.

God.
Who would do this?

Not "who," "what."

Looks like a bear attack.

A wallet... it's empty.

Nothing in there
but a state-issued I.D.

Weird, huh?

I already went through
all the pockets.

Ed Crawley.

Born in '67.

Powder junction address.

Huh.

Crystal meth, a pipe,
and a lighter.

You know, maybe this guy
was partying too hard...

...and passed out in
the wrong part of Jellystone.

Don't often see people partying

this far away from everything.

Any sign of a vehicle?

Nothing but bear paw prints
and scat.

These wounds could be
injection marks.

You can't... shoot meth.

I mean, can you?

Yeah, you can, but you don't
usually shoot it and smoke it.

This guy was looking
to really party.

Anyone got a bag?

You're gross.

I'm thorough.

You know, I have arrested
murderers and rapists.

But a bear?

Murder is murder.
We got to find the killer.

You're kidding, right?

The community
tends to be dead serious

about bringing bears to justice.

So, how do we get a warrant
for a bear?

We start by talking
to Pete Brooks.

Who?

Doctoral candidate
from the university.

He's been doing a field study
on the bear population

east of the
continental divide for...

I don't know... the last
seven years, eight maybe.

I figure if anyone can tell us
about hostile bear activity

in the area, it's Pete.

Pete's not answering.
He's up in the bighorns.

Someone reported a grizzly
up there.

There aren't any grizzlies
in the bighorns.

I know. But wouldn't it be
amazing if there were?

Well, miss, I'm gonna
need you to find Pete

and get him back here.

We've got an aggressive bear
in the area,

and we need to find out

if that bear needs relocation
or killing.

Yeah, I don't know. He's pretty
hard to reach up there.

Not with a satellite phone,
it isn't. Keep trying.

In the meantime,
I'm gonna contact Omar.

We can't let a bear
like this run free.

She sure clouded up
when you mentioned Omar.

What are they,
a couple or something?

No, this organization
hates hunters in general,

and Omar in particular.

In their mind, Omar is
the worst kind of hunter...

A good one.

Uncle Lucian, just call my dad.

He's got at least three
spare bedrooms in that house.

Branch, your daddy
could open up a whorehouse

and I'd still refuse
the offer of a bed.

At least let my dad
talk to the retirement home.

He can get them
to drop the charges.

Facility.
It ain't a home.

It's a facility.

Need anything, Lucian?

No, I'm fine, Ruby.
Thank you.

Nobody forced you to move
into a retirement facility.

You checked yourself in there.

You're damn right I did.
I make my own choices.

I don't need my brother
pulling strings for me.

So I'm gonna sit in this cell,
drink this coffee,

play this chess,
take my punishment like a man.

Branch...
Don't harass the prisoner.

Hey, Branch.
I met your Uncle earlier.

He's got that trademark
Connally charm.

You guys find out anything
about the victim?

Yeah.
He's a murderer.

Crawley's an ex-con.
He was serving 25 to life.

But they let him out two weeks
ago... good behavior.

The parole board said he's been
living with relatives...

Pam and Russell grey.

Okay, you two look into
ed Crawley's prison records.

Find out what he was like
on the inside.

Ask around and see if he had
any friends or known associates

from his past in town.

I'll check
the trial transcripts.

Find out who he killed.

It was a long time ago,
but some grudges never die.

Want me to talk
to Crawley's relatives?

Nope, you got your hands full
with your Uncle.

I'll do it.

I got a stop to make first.

Nice of you to show up
to your fundraiser.

Is that what this is?

Based on the turnout,
I might vote for the other guy.

Helps if the candidate attends.

Henry, you know what this is?

Hey! Hey!
No, no, no, no!

That's bad meat.

It is flank steak.

That's what I was afraid of.

Why? What is so bad
about flank steak?

Nothing.

Unless you tie it to a guy
to turn him into bear bait.

Omar.

Henry.

Walt.

Henry.

You're a hard man to find.

You haven't been answering
your phone.

Hey, Walt.

I've been back country,

watching a bunch of rich guys
from L.A. pretend to hunt.

And growing a beard.

Yeah, it's a big look
in Hollywood.

A lot of the actors have it.

Well, you look the part. I'm
gonna need you to go back out.

Bear attacked a guy.

How bad is it?

Bad enough to kill him.
I need you to find that bear.

Isn't this usually the territory

of that bear-hugger,
eco-maniac Pete Brooks?

Pete's not around.
I need you.

Gentlemen, how is everything?

Great.

Just let me know if I can
get you anything...

Coffee, a conscience.

Henry.
Walt.

Hunting this bear...

I'm just trying to
locate the bear.

We hadn't even talked price yet.

Where'd the attack happen?

About seven Miles northwest
of town.

Right where the bear should be.

Why punish this bear?

It would be like punishing
the wind for blowing.

And if the wind killed a man?

I got no other option, Henry.

Yes, you do.

Can you pay me?

No.

Well, I'll make you a deal.

I'll help you track this bear,

but you got to lend me
one of your deputies.

Let me guess.
It's not Ferg.

No.

I want that feisty Italian.

Careful what you wish for.

Well, what a surprise.

Pam! Guess who's here!

You got a minute to talk?

Sure.
I'm assuming this is about ed.

What'd he do?

He got mauled to death
by a bear.

I can't believe it.

A bear?

Your brother gave this
as his address.

Was he staying with you?
Yeah.

He really didn't have
no other options.

He was only
supposed to stay here a week.

Two weeks later,
no job, no apartment.

You didn't want ed staying here?

Guy's a criminal.

Best thing that ever happened
to Pam and her folks

was ed going to prison.

So, uh, either of you
have any idea

what ed was doing in the woods?

I don't know.

He, uh, wasn't too interested
in hiking or the outdoors.

Last I saw of him, he was going
on a job interview.

Said he got a lead from one
of his prison buddies.

This prison buddy...
Ed give you a name?

I didn't ask for one.

To be honest, I thought the
whole job thing was bullshit.

I figured he was getting high
or something.

Was ed using drugs?
No.

He was pretty scary
when he was using.

I didn't see none of that
when he was here.

Damn it!

I let him borrow my old Tacoma
for that job interview.

Did you find it?

I'm sorry, no.

But if you give me a description
of the vehicle,

we'll do our best
to find it for you.

Even dead he's a pain in my ass.

I'll get you a copy
of my registration.

Sorry about Russell.

He's been...
Pretty upset lately.

They cut his hours way back.

Plus he... he didn't know
the good ed... from before.

He was such a sweet little kid.

I can't believe he's gone.

I understand.

Now, apart from the buddy
from prison,

did ed hook up with any
old friends that you know of?

All his old friends are dead
or in jail.

What about enemies?

Enemies? Ed?

What about the parents
of that girl he killed?

Hey, Walt.

Ruby.

Oh, Branch left this for you...

Records on ed Crawley's
murder trial.

He also had me call down
to the state penitentiary

to have the warden
send over a list

of all the men
he's been locked up with.

Thank you, Ruby.
Mm-hmm.

When you, uh,
talk to Branch next,

could you, uh, let him know

I need a little background
on Russell grey,

Crawley's brother-in-law?

Russell grey.

Ferg, what are you doing?

Sheriff Connally wanted to help
out with the investigation.

Mr. Connally
is no longer the sheriff.

He's under arrest
pending assault charges

from the retirement home.

Our investigation
is none of his business.

Hey, Walt, did you see the mark
on that boy's ankles?

He was restrained.

I saw it, Lucian.

He was a druggie, too.

We did find some crystal meth

and what could be injection
marks on Crawley's legs.

But we won't know
if he was using

until we do the autopsy
and get a tox screen back.

Who you looking at here?
Everybody.

Oh, come on, Walt.

Ferg, the victim was last seen
in his brother-in-law's Tacoma.

Here's the registration.
I want you to find that car.

On it.

What about that
no-good nephew of mine?

Why ain't that little turd here
helping out?

I am helping.

I'm bringing our pain-in-the-ass
prisoner his tacos.

Ruby, need you to find me
an address...

Donna and ira Craig.

Who's Donna and ira Craig?

None of your business.
Hey, Walt.

You owe me $6.95
plus tip.

Victim was found down that path
about a mile or so.

You make a habit of leering
at married women so blatantly?

Well, first of all...
Yes.

Secondly, I had no idea
you were married.

You don't seem domesticated.

You really think you
want to talk to me like that

when I'm holding this?

I just don't know why
you don't have the courtesy

to wear a ring.

At least waffles wears a collar.

Who's waffles?

The killer bear.

Her name's waffles.

They put a tracking collar
on her a year ago

so they could study her.

I've tracked her online.
It's pretty handy.

But it sure takes the fun
out of huntin'.

We're supposed to be trapping
the bear, not hunting it.

Well, that's the idea.

But we got to be ready
for the possibility

that waffles won't go along
with our plan.

But don't worry, Vicki.
Omar will protect you.

Why are you telling us this?

Are we supposed to feel bad? No.

No, it, uh,
seemed like something

you might like to know.

You have any children,
sheriff Longmire?

Yes, I do.
I have a daughter.

Oh. Well, this is our
daughter, Blair. Honey.

She should be 37 years old
right now.

It's an artist's projection
of what she would look like.

We have one painted every year
on her birthday.

That's all we have left
of our daughter,

after ed Crawley
stabbed her 12 times.

You know, his lawyers said
he wasn't in his right mind

because of the drugs.

But a human being does not stab
a 17-year-old girl 12 times,

drugs or no drugs.

No, ed Crawley was a monster.

Donna, honey, let it go.
And if it were up to me,

he would have been swinging
from a rope years ago.

What is the point of capital
punishment if we can't use it?!

You've got to
understand, sheriff.

For the last 20 years,

we've been working to keep
Blair's killer in prison.

We write letters.

We show up
at his parole hearings.

If you don't mind my asking,

when was the last time
you saw the victim?

"Victim"?
Now he's the victim?

We were at his last
parole hearing.

Did you have any contact with him then?
Yes, sheriff.

We yelled. We cursed.
We made our feelings known.

And still they released him.

It... it took a bear

to do what the so-called
justice system should have done.

The hearing was a sham.

The new warden didn't know
anything about the case.

Now, if the old warden,
Dan blackburn, had been there,

he would have convinced
that board

to keep that animal in prison.

What's gonna happen
with the bear?

Depends.

Could be relocated.
Could be put down.

Ought to get a medal.

Ruby, this is unit 4, over.

Hello, Ferg.

Ruby, I canvassed
the local taverns.

Uh, it's a negative
on the victim's car.

Okay.

Frequently that's where
these ex-cons hang.

That's what they said
at the seminar Walt sent me to.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, then.

Ferg out.

All righty, Ferg.

Keep behind me.

Now, don't panic
if the bear charges us.

Now, if a bullet won't stop him,
this will slow him down.

Okay.
All right?

Who's in there?!

Don't shoot!

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no.

I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean...

I was aiming for the bear.

Pete? You moron!

You just shot
a sheriff's deputy!

I was aiming for the bear!

A bear?! What kind of bear?!
A blonde bear?!

It was an accident!

Well, now the damn
killer bear is gone!

Yeah, what were you thinking,
you stupid mother...

Aah!

Vicki. Vicki.

You let deputy Moretti get shot.

Well, only with a tranquilizer.

And it's only a small dart.
She's gonna be fine.

Not about the size
of the dart, Pete.

You shot my deputy.

She wasn't even wearing
a hunting vest.

Walt, this nut shot
at us on purpose

because he thought we were out
to kill that bear.

Well, weren't you?
Well, yeah, of course!

But it's an aggressive bear!

Waffles doesn't kill humans.

She's already got two strikes.

Those were just livestock kills.

She does not deserve to be
euthanized for this!

Walt, look,
I know this bear's behavior.

I've been monitoring her
for months.

She's a good bear.
Pete, she killed a man.

But you have no proof of that.

Just let me... let me test
her hair for isotopes.

If she consumed human flesh,
it'll show up.

But I believe that it won't.

Walt, look, arrest him,

or at least have his license revoked.
What license?

I don't know. His
granola-son-of-a-bitch license!

Proving this was anything more
than an accident

is gonna be
pretty difficult, Omar,

particularly considering the Vic

wasn't wearing any
bright orange safety clothing.

Was she, Omar?

Now, if you idiots
will excuse me,

I think I'll go in
and see the patient.

You want me to come, too? No!

So, how'd you like
your first hunting trip?

This was not in the brochure.

Would you like me to
call your husband? Why?

He's out of town again.

I don't want him to know anyway.

Vic, he'd probably want to know.

He doesn't care.

We got in a fight.
Again.

We fight all the time, Walt.

Ever since he dragged my ass
here from Philadelphia.

Vic, this is really
none of my business.

Yesterday at breakfast,
he... he informed me...

Informed me...

That he was thinking
about taking another transfer.

Stupid gas company
wants to promote him again.

They want him
to move to Australia.

I can't be a cop in Australia.

Well
you've never exactly told me

that you love it
here in Wyoming, so...

Oh, I hate it.

But don't you think
he should have asked?

I mean,
what would you have done?

Well, I'm a different man
than your husband, so...

You're different
'cause you're a man, Walt.

Sheriff? Sheriff.
Come quick.

You are not getting
back here without any I.D!

You do not
speak to me like that!

Just calm down!
No, you calm down!

Sheriff, these people are
refusing to show me any I.D!

You are rude and disrespectful.

Everyone, just take it easy.
What's going on here?

Did you send
these people down here

to identify ed Crawley's body?

Is that what they told you?

They say they're relatives.

Sheriff, I'm really sorry,

but Donna
wanted to see the body.

And I just thought maybe

it might provide her
some kind of closure.

For 20 years,
we've had the image of Blair

lying dead on a slab,

and maybe if we can replace that
with Crawley on a slab...

You think that seeing
your daughter's murderer

will help the anger go away?

I can tell you
from personal experience,

it won't.

Only time can do that.

Really?

'Cause the first 20 years
haven't made much of a dent.

It's really quite unpleasant.

Are you sure?
Please, sheriff.

No, no, no!

You think ira Craig
could have killed ed Crawley?

I thought Crawley was killed
by a bear.

Yeah.
That's the thing... he was.

But he was in restraints
at the time,

and I think the bear was baited.

You had a lot of contact with
the craigs when you were warden.

You think ira could have done
something like that?

Ira? I don't know.

I thought you'd be leaning
towards the missus. I was.

But when I showed them the body,
Donna lost it.

Ira just seemed at peace,

like he'd already had
his closure,

like he'd already
seen Crawley dead.

I don't know.
You got anybody else?

His brother-in-law
didn't seem to like him much.

You ever run into him?

Nah, I can't remember
Crawley's family ever visiting.

As for the craigs,

I can certainly sympathize
with how they felt

seeing the guy who killed
their daughter walking free.

The craigs said if you'd have
been at the parole hearing,

it would have made a difference.

Not really.

I wish I had been at the hearing
instead of the new guy.

But that parole board
was charged with saving money.

They were determined
to release him.

Nothing I said
would have mattered.

Crawley's prison record
did look awfully clean.

Yes, it was,
but a lot of guys thought

that Crawley had stabbed
and killed a guard.

Record said
he was exonerated on that.

Yep, another inmate
took credit for it.

Then again, he was a lifer.
He had nothing to lose.

Crawley could have easily
bought him out

with a couple of cartons
of smokes to take the fall.

I got to say, Dan.

It must be nice
to leave that job behind.

That's true.

Although I would have liked to
have gone out on my own terms,

rather than being pushed
into early retirement

due to budget cuts.

I'm familiar with budget cuts.

They're trying to replace us
with computers, Walt.

I know.

Nothing more valuable
than memory.

Speaking of which, mind
if I borrow yours? Sure.

I need you to look
at this list...

Recently released prisoners.

If you could identify
whether any of them

were Crawley's cellmates
or associates.

No problem.

Meantime, you got any
of those campaign signs

in the back of your truck?

Yeah, but you don't
have to do that. That's...

Come on, Walt...
Even if I didn't like you,

I'd hate to see another old pro
being pushed out of a job

by a young guy.

Ruby, I found it...

That Tacoma the victim borrowed
from his brother-in-law?

I followed it to a house
on the West Side.

It's, uh,
pretty shady-looking...

Newspapers in the windows...

Ferg, do not even think
about going in there.

Do not.
Don't worry.

I'm not going in there
without backup, Ruby.

Walt!

You see any signs of a lab...
Beakers, test tubes, hoses...

You get out...
That stuff could blow.

Got it.

I still can't get the smell
of that place out of my head.

It was like a wet diaper.

Well, they might be
poor housekeepers,

but at least
they're thoughtful tweakers.

Check this out.

"To a special Uncle
on his birthday"?

I think my Uncle would prefer
one of these magazines.

Yeah.

How do you know ed Crawley?
I don't.

You were seen driving his truck.

I told you
I don't know that guy.

Where did you get the truck?

I told you, man.
Santa gave it to me.

What does your Santa entity
look like?

You don't see Santa.

And that's the thing.

He comes when
you're sleeping, right?

So, while I was sleeping,

someone left the truck
outside the house... unlocked,

keys in it and everything.

Do you know who owns that house
you were crashing in?

Patches.

What's patches' real name?

I don't know.

He's just always got
nicotine patches on.

Maybe... Dave or... Dan?

Can you give me a list
of all the people

who live or hang out
at patches' house?

Sure.

Patches turns out to be a guy
named Greg Pierson.

Leases the house from a woman
named Amy Stonesifer.

I know Amy Stonesifer.

She lives at the home
I just got kicked out of.

Nutty as a drunk monkey.

That's pretty smart
for them drug cookers

using a senile old woman
as a landlord.

Lucian, do you mind?
We got work to do.

Oh, that's right, Walt.
Of course. I forgot.

You're trying to waste more time
and money punishing somebody

did society a favor
by killing a scumbag.

Ain't you got somewhere
you could be right now?

Well, the hippies are
in my guest room there.

Branch, I got two
very important jobs for you.

First, tweaker Joe gave me
a bunch of names...

Of guys who hang out
at the meth house.

Pervy stu?

Check the list of names
the warden gave us.

See if any of those
recently released prisoners

have nicknames that match these.

Maybe one of these meth heads
is connected to ed Crawley.

And the second?

You got to get
the retirement home

to drop the charges
and take Lucian back.

Aah!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Aah! Sheriff!

Ferg, are you all right?

Branch, help Ferg.

Oh, God.

What's going on in there?

Walt.

We get this a lot.

He has all the symptoms
of a methamphetamine overdose.

Thank you.

All those greeting cards
must have been laced with meth.

There were at least 100.
That's a lot of product.

That's more
than just casual use.

They were distributing
out of that house.

But why distribute in that form?
Why not just sell rocks?

What's the best way to get stuff
in and out of prison?

Mail.
That's a clever system.

Yeah.

Place meth into greeting cards.

The prisoners just chew it up
and get high.

And if the meth house we raided

was providing drugs
to the prison...

Someone in that house must have
a connection to the prison.

And a connection to ed Crawley.

Hey, guys. Look.

Vic, you...
You should be in bed.

No, seriously,
you got to see this.

What do they have you on?

This is where the dart hit me.

This is from a syringe.

The dart. Syringe.

Ed Crawley's holes looked
like this, not like this.

Ed Crawley
wasn't shooting up drugs.

He was shot
with a tranquilizer dart.

Restraints, flank steak,

animal tranquilizers.

Someone planned this murder
very carefully.

Do any of these
released prisoners

strike you
as sophisticated enough

to plan either
a meth-smuggling operation

or an elaborate murder?

This guy, Steven Kane,
he acted as his own lawyer.

Did he win?

No.

You're going at this all wrong.
This murder was brutal.

Tie meat to a man,
have a bear eat him...

That's torture,
and torture is vengeance.

Vengeance is your motive.

Crawley's brother-in-law
doesn't have much of an alibi.

And he's a licensed hunter.
So is ira Craig.

That dude's definitely
a candidate for vengeance.

Ferg.

Can you read this?

Uh...

"Stonesifer"?

A guard named Jerry Stonesifer

signed some of
these release forms.

Same last name as the woman
who owns the meth house.

He was a guard at the prison.
He would have known Crawley.

So maybe Crawley's buddy from
prison wasn't another prisoner...

But a prison guard.

And then Crawley's car
ends up at the aunt's house.

That's about four too many
coincidences for me.

Let's bring him in.

I found him, Walt.
He was resisting arrest.

He didn't seem too interested
in talking!

So, Mr. Stonesifer...

You worked at the prison
for eight years

before you departed in February.

Mr. Stonesifer, do you know
a man named ed Crawley?

Lawyer.

I'll take that as a maybe.

Did you call up and offer him
a job a couple days ago?

Lawyer.
Uh-huh.

You, uh, in possession of any kind
of animal tranquilizer? Lawyer!

Have you been using
your aunt's house as a base

to smuggle methamphetamine
into the state prison?

Lawyer!

You should really thank Branch.

He persuaded snowcap vista
to take you back.

Now, how did he do that?

Apparently he found
several code violations

he threatened to report

unless they let you
back in, so...

Proof of my nephew's
shady ethics

and the lengths my family
will go to get rid of me.

Actually, I think
Branch kind of likes you.

I don't trust Branch.

And more important,
I don't trust his dad.

My brother's a son of a bitch.

All he wants is to see
his boy wearing your badge.

Don't worry.
You better be.

If you've got any secrets, Walt,

you best be ready
to read them in the paper.

I think most
of my important secrets

are kept deep enough.

So, what'd you used to do

when a suspect
wouldn't talk to you?

Simple... I'd whup his ass
till he did talk.

Well, we can't do that
these days.

Oh, listen to your whining.
It's just so sad.

I'd shoot a buck out of season
to have your problems.

What you gonna do
about a suspect don't talk?

You're gonna do some sheriffing.

Got to dig around
a few garbage cans,

arrest some drunks, do some of
that fancy "CSI" stuff,

analyze some bear shit.

Are you here to arrest me?

I haven't decided yet.

I'm pretty sure you didn't shoot
Vic by accident.

If you were out there
trying to tranquilize a bear,

you'd have used a bigger dosage.

But if you were out there

trying to slow down Omar
and my deputy,

you'd have used
a smaller dosage.

Make sure you didn't kill them.

Okay. Maybe I went
a little too far.

But if I don't stand up
for these bears, who will?

If I can just relocate
waffles, okay,

away from human populations...

I notice you're not defending
waffles' innocence anymore.

Yeah, well... yeah.

Which means you must have done
your tests on waffles

and realize she did consume
some human flesh.

I don't get it, sheriff.

It just doesn't fit her profile.

Well...

I don't think it was her idea
to kill that guy, Pete.

Now...

If you can just promise me

that you won't shoot any more
people with that gun of yours,

I need help
with a couple of things.

Sure.

I need to know
if Jerry Stonesifer

or anybody else ever called in
or stopped by

for information on
aggressive bears in the area.

I can check our records.
What's the other thing?

If you tested waffles' fur
for isotopes,

that only means one thing.

You have that bear.

Hello, Dan.

What the hell
you got there, Walt?

A bear.

Why'd you bring him up here?

I'm taking her north.

I thought
I'd stop by on the way.

I wanted to talk to you
about Jerry Stonesifer.

He's a good guy...
Troubled, but he's a good guy.

Troubled?

Drugs. It happens.

The guards get locked in with the
general population, bad things happen.

Nothing in Stonesifer's record
about that.

Well, like I said,
he's a good guy,

and I didn't think it was fair
of me to ruin his life,

so I just encouraged him
to resign.

Why are you asking about Jerry?

I think he helped you
kill ed Crawley.

Me?

Yep.

Are you messing with me,
sheriff?

Nope.

A bear killed ed Crawley.

This bear. I know.

The bear was just a weapon.
You guys killed him.

Stonesifer called up ed Crawley
and told him about a job.

When he arrived, you shot him
with tranquilizer darts,

then you tied him up to a tree
with meat on him

so a bear would come maul him.

That's gonna be
pretty hard to prove.

I never bought
any animal tranquilizer.

Never even called ed Crawley.

It's possible
Stonesifer did all that stuff,

but it was on your orders.

I'm guessing he owed you
for not firing him

when you discovered he was
smuggling meth into the prison.

You let him resign
on a partial pension.

You know, sheriff,
I ain't no lawyer,

and clearly you aren't, either,

because that's about the most...

Circumstantial,

speculative accusation

ever drummed up
in the state of Wyoming.

You got nothing on me.

Think fast.

Aah!
What the hell?!

Now I got something on you...

The scent of beef, of blood,

which is a smell
that waffles here knows well.

So here's the deal...
You tell me that you did...

What I know you did...

And I won't unlock this cage.

You're crazy.

There's a lot of that
going around lately.

You went to
the Absaroka bear institute

to check on collared bears,

and you found one that already
had two livestock kills.

So you had to be sure

and tie ed Crawley
up close to this bear.

And knowing waffles' taste
for beef,

you covered him in flank steak.

You're doing all this
for Crawley?

That piece of garbage?

That animal killed
one of my guards

and slaughtered
the Craigs' only daughter.

And now you are coming out here
and threatening me?

You open that thing, you're
in as much danger as I am.

Most bears can run more
than 30 Miles an hour.

But you know the old joke.

Maybe I can't outrun this bear,
but I can outrun you.

So, you tell me that you did
what I know you did.

Come on, Walt.

Okay, okay, okay!

Okay.

Just do me two favors, Walt.

That you're gonna leave Jerry
out of this.

He didn't know anything.

He thought we were just gonna
haze Crawley a little bit.

What's the second favor?

I want Tommy Lee Jones
to play me in the movie

because people
are gonna see me as a hero.

Because I am a hero.

I'm a 55-year-old guy
who was pushed aside

with a lousy little pension.

But I didn't go quietly.

I'm a guy who didn't sit there
and do nothing

while a murderer walked free.

My friend got death.

The craigs
got a lifetime sentence

of never seeing their daughter
again because of Crawley.

And if that son of a bitch

gets torn apart by a bear
limb to limb,

I will watch that movie.

And by God,
I'll go back and see it again.

This ain't a movie.

We can't be torturing
and murdering people

no matter how right
we think we are.

Somebody's got to be
the sheriff,

or else we're all just animals.

What the world needs
is more human beings.

Now, waffles, technically,
after three strikes,

we're supposed to shoot you.

But we humans have this thing
called entrapment.

Now, it's hard to explain,
but... you just promise

that you'll stay as far away
from town as you can.

Okay, then.