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- Previously on "Dark Winds"...

- A few nights ago someone stole a box

from my husband's safe.

- This was in your lockbox.

- What is this? - It was my son's.

He was wearing it the day he died.

- The world needs to know what is going on here.

- For what... So you can write something

about us poor Indians on the rez?

- Bern, he's here.

- I want every hitcher run down.

I want every car in the area searched.

It's a blond man... I think he murdered my son.

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- Natalie, it's Leaphorn. Do you copy?

- Go ahead, Lieutenant.

- Call Sheriff Sena.

Tell him we tracked the suspect to a trailer

about an hour south of Rough Rock

between Pinon and Chinle.

Natalie, do you copy? Over.

- Copy that.

- They're about two to three hours away, best-case.

- I am tired of chasing this guy.

- Navajo Tribal Police.

Come out.

Keep your hands where we can see them!

Down! Down!

Are you hit?

- No. No, I'm fine.

Come on.

- Go.

- Clear.

He smashed the radio, took the rifle.

- Yeah.

He'll have range on us.

- He had a map in the trailer.

He knows the area.

He'll follow the road.

- Backup's still two hours out if we're lucky.

- We don't get him by sunup, he'll be gone forever.

- Well, by get him, you mean...

- Any means necessary.

- It's pretty narrow.

He'll wait till we're bunched up.

- Go around.

He's got eight shots.

He'll make 'em count.

- Don't move!

Put your hands where I can see 'em, now!

You got him? - Yeah.

Hey!

- Joe, we can't possibly go down there.

Hey, we know where he's going.

- I'm not asking you to.

- Joe.

- This is the man who murdered my son, Bern.

I'm not gonna lose him.

- Joe, Joe, Joe!

Joe!

- Where's Leaphorn?

- Out there.

Suspect jumped down a canyon.

Leaphorn went after him.

- There's a way out up north, about 15 miles from here.

How do you know he didn't go that way?

- No, it's too far.

He's taking him to jail.

He went this way and he'll come out here.

Look, I know this land, Sheriff.

Just let me go with you.

- I need somebody I can count on.

- So do I.

- My horses, my rules.

- My rez, my rules.

You sure don't make it easy, I'll say that.

- Well, making it easy never got me anywhere I wanted to go.

- This isn't about you.

I lost a good man last night.

- And Joe Leaphorn is like a father to me.

- I'll bet.

Don't make me regret this.

- Some babies just don't laugh until they're older.

I'm sure his hearing is fine, but this will tell us.

- Well, uh, where's Sally today?

- She's in the waiting room.

She thought I might be better at this.

- Well, she's lucky to have you.

Most girls like her just aren't cut out to be mothers.

Okay.

All right, little guy. Here we go.

Just for a minute. Just... just for a minute.

Here.

Cut my lip on a piñon shell.

- They don't crack that way.

- I know.

Learned the hard way.

What are you in for?

- I'm here for my baby.

- You have a baby? How old are you?

Are you in high school or,

uh, do they call it boarding school here?

Boy or girl?

Was that your baby?

- He's getting some tests done.

- He's in there with your husband?

Oh, honey, I didn't mean to... You know what?

I, um... I have...

Uh, I have a tissue here.

You know, I'm writing a story...

- Guess who hears just fine.

What are you doing here?

- Nothing.

- Come on, Sally.

- I hope your lip feels better.

- They don't crack that way.

- Get up.

I said get up.

- Where are we going?

- Jail.

Walk.

- That's a three-day walk.

No food, no water.

You won't make it.

- Shut up and walk.

- Get up.

- Move.

- Come on in.

- Do you mind?

- Actually, I'm convalescing.

- Hmm. I heard.

- Yeah, I see you're feeling real terrible

I got shot and almost killed again in the hospital.

- I'm sorry.

For your troubles.

- I don't want your blood money.

- What if I told you that if I'd known

how this would have turned out, I never would have hired you?

- What if you told me the truth?

Everything.

- The truth is, I...

stuck my nose into something that wasn't my business.

- That's it?

- You'll find I have been more than fair.

And now this all ends. - All what?

- Whatever this is that almost got you killed twice.

- And there were others who weren't so lucky.

And you're just gonna walk away from all that?

- I read the "Scarborough Gazette," Mr. Chee.

What happened to that young deputy was awful.

I've already arranged a contribution

to the widow's fund.

- And what about the Navajos who died?

What about their widows?

The Charleys.

- You mean Emerson?

- And Tomas.

- I have to go.

- Sit down.

You think I'm an idiot?

You think I don't know what's going on here?

- What's going on?

- Well, you're screwing my wife, you son of a bitch.

I'm not gonna stand here...

- My name is Jim Chee, Mr. Vines.

I'm a private investigator.

I'm not screwing your wife.

I'm working for her.

Or at least I was until a few minutes ago.

She hired me

to find your lockbox.

- What did she tell you?

- Not the whole story.

- Perhaps I can enlighten you.

- I'm not interested.

- Well, then perhaps I can interest you

in working for me, Mr. Chee.

- Doing what?

- I followed Rosemary here because I'm convinced

she's having an affair.

I need confirmation.

- Take the gun.

- What's your rate?

- Have a good day, Mr. Vines.

- It's Ben.

Seriously. What is it?

50 bucks a day?

100?

I'll give you 500, Jim.

All right?

You give me proof, photos,

his name, where I can find him,

you won't have to work for the rest of the year.

- You're not the only one who's injured, you know.

I got a sprained ankle.

Killing me.

I need a break.

- Sit.

- Yes, sir.

- Take off the boot.

I said, take off the boot.

- Get up.

- Move.

- My foot'll freeze out here.

- I said move.

- Okay.

Okay.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We bear right, it's shorter.

- I don't like the way it looks.

- Well, I don't like the way my wife's pancakes look,

but I eat 'em.

- Look, a few miles from here, the path gets

skinnier than a lizard's tail.

If there's been a flash flood,

the trail will become impassable,

then we'll have to double back, and that'll cost us

time we don't have.

- Yeah, well, you know every damn thing,

why don't you ride point?

You do know we go left, it's a tougher haul.

- Sore already?

- Was sore when I got up this morning.

Sorer now.

We're gonna need to rest these horses soon.

- Joe won't rest until the blond man's in jail.

Or dead.

- That cranial trauma is affecting

your cognitive function.

Reaction time, agility, balance,

all impaired or failing.

You're not gonna make it.

You're not what you were.

Not as capable as you think you are.

Just so you know.

- If I die out here,

the last thing I'm gonna do is shoot you.

Just so you know.

That way.

- That wrist of yours is bad.

- Move.

- Sepsis is bad.

Very bad.

That infection's advancing, a wound that severe.

You're needing a tetanus shot, antibiotics.

There's a dozen germs that'll wreak havoc

once you open the door to them.

You're sweating.

No canteen.

Woozy.

You're already in shock.

You're risking a fat embolism with that unset bone.

And any tiny movement,

it jars those hanging pieces of marrow

and they break off into the bloodstream.

The faster your heart rate,

the higher your risk of sudden cardiac arrest.

You need to slow down.

Listen to me.

There's $25,000 in that bag.

Take it. It's yours.

Oh, I see.

This is personal.

- You're not just a cop.

This is personal.

You've got a stake in this.

Well, that explains it.

What'd I do? I kill someone?

Someone that means something to you?

It wasn't your mother, was it, because that's...

I'll take that as a confirmation.

- Why haven't you killed me?

- I'm not like you.

- You're me, just with a badge.

- Don't worry.

When they put you to death, I'll be there.

- You're afraid to kill me?

- Just walk.

- Can't be an Indian thing, can it?

I was told, "An Indian knows no pain," Karl May,

but every Indian I've met since I've been here hurts.

Are you hurt?

Or are you a... a warrior?

I'm not sure.

I think you're in pain.

You're broken, aren't you?

- Sit.

Sit.

By the tree.

Put your back against the tree.

Sit down.

- Open your mouth.

- You think you can shut me up?

I'm the voice in your head now.

- Finally. I think he'll stay down.

I'm sorry about what happened at the clinic.

That woman probably thinks she means well, but...

- Quit it, Emma.

- What?

- I'm thankful for you and Joe,

for taking me in.

I know that if you hadn't, I'd...

- Sally.

- Everything about me and you, we're different.

You have an important job.

You have a husband who loves you.

You had a baby you wanted.

Do you remember that time when you told me

what those doctors were doing to those women

who came in to have their babies?

You told me that they took away their choice

to have another one.

I keep thinking about that.

- Sally, you're okay.

I made sure that didn't happen to you.

- Yeah, but it did, Emma.

I have no say about anything.

Everything has been taken away from me,

by everyone.

Even you.

- Me?

I haven't given you anything but kindness, Sally.

- I never asked to have a baby!

Not that way.

Not with that man.

Not like...

Like how it happened with that man.

My whole life, I felt trapped.

When you told me that I could come and stay with you,

I felt like...

Like maybe I wasn't anymore.

He doesn't even like me, Emma.

- No, Sally, your baby loves you.

- No, Emma, he doesn't.

He cries and cries.

He knows that he's trapped me here.

And I just know that one day,

he's gonna feel ashamed of what he's done to me

and where he came from,

and that I will always, always be angry.

He doesn't deserve this...

this for a mother.

- You able to reach anyone?

- Yeah, I got a ham radio buff up near Farmington.

I told him where we are. He's gonna call my office.

We're still two hours away from the canyon's south exit.

- That'll be too late. Hyah!

- Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

- You want to know how I outlasted you?

You went on all day about the body...

And when mine would give out.

But it's not the physical that limits a man.

It's what a man stands for.

That's the difference between us.

We're no different.

- Yes, we are.

I got him, Bern.

- Darling, why don't you come...

Come over here and sit with me for a change?

Come on.

- I don't bite.

So what's new, pussycat?

- New?

- I mean anything interesting or fun

going on in your life maybe.

Well, for instance, um, hiring that private eye

to recover my stolen property.

That was new.

- I was trying to help.

- Oh, I see.

- It is my house too, Ben.

- Honey, this is my house.

- Bought with my money.

- Darling, I'm sorry.

That's not quite right.

The money belonged to your father.

He made it.

And he gave it to your sister when he died.

And then she left it to me when she died, as wives do.

Haven't I told you... I told you

to never interfere in my business?

- I was just trying to help.

- Don't.

You're not built for it.

Hmm.

You know, it's a funny thing,

the relationship between the hunter and his prey.

You track an animal, you're on their turf,

for days sometimes.

It's like you get to know each other.

But when that day comes, as it always does,

when the end comes, it's always the same.

That... that look in their eyes of...

Oh, I... I don't know what you would call it.

- Fear?

Resignation.

When the beast knows somehow

that things are not gonna end well.

Well, if you're not gonna eat,

maybe you could take a gander at this.

Go ahead.

It's engraved, you see?

Fidelis. Means faithful.

- Always faithful.

- It's lovely.

I don't deserve it.

- Oh, you do.

You do.

Let's see how beautiful it looks on you.

Joe: I think someone else is involved.

I have to find out who's behind this.

I have to.

He killed one of my boys. I want him put down.

You're a dead man. You know that, right?

Colton: Everyone has to die.

Eventually.

Floyd Webster. He's a private investigator.

This seat taken? You think they're working together?

Joe: Stay still. They're on their way.