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- Previously on "Dark Winds"...

I am tired of chasing this guy.

It's a funny thing... The hunter and his prey.

Now!

The man who murdered my son.

- Joe!

- Where's Leaphorn? - Out there.

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

Let me go with you.

- Get up.

I got him, Bern.

- We're no different.

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♪ Lollipop [pops lips]

Dad, turn it down.

Dad.

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Mom?

Janey?

Janey?

Janey?

Mom?

- My baby boy.

What did you do?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry.

- Scarborough County warrant.

You open up them bars,

I will have him out of your hair and off to the chair.

Where's the old-timer?

- The eclipse... Stayed home today.

- Well, someone should tell him it's just the moon.

Sun spirit ain't gonna steal his eyeballs.

- Give it a rest, huh?

I want to interrogate him, but we need some more time.

- Ah, Joe, he's looking at three counts of murder one.

Then the Feds take their turn

for the Charley boy he got on the Malpaís.

You add in all the attempteds for you and Chee and the kid,

and blondie's barbecue by Christmas.

It's over.

Why'd he do it?

- Sweet Mary and Julius, who cares why?

Monsters don't need reasons.

We got enough evidence to bury him in the Grand Canyon.

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

- Benny Charley told me he overheard

his dad and his grandpa

talking about a blond man blowing up Drumco oil well.

Then a blond man shows up here, he starts picking off Charleys.

Do you think that's a coincidence?

- I think it's a six-year-old talking.

- Let me search the trailer,

get some time with him before you take him.

- Oh, man. - If I can get at him,

you'll have six more bodies to hang on him.

- I don't need any more bodies to put him in front of a judge.

- You take him now, we'll never find out who he's working for,

and I can't live with that... can you?

- Look, Joe, I know where you're coming from,

but it ain't protocol, what you're asking, you know?

- So you're just gonna take him now

after all I went through to get him here?

Come on.

Oh, hell...

I could give you six hours. - Give me until tomorrow.

- I got to come back and get him tonight.

That's the best I can do. - Thank you.

- Reno!

John, we're leaving.

- What's going on?

- Find me something in there

that links to the Drumco explosion.

Now!

- What?

- I got him, Emma.

- That's good.

- I think someone else is involved,

maybe somebody at Drumco.

I'm gonna find out who.

We can finally put all this behind us.

When Sally moved in...

I was so excited.

The smell of a new baby...

little hands and feet...

Holding him while he slept.

There's been such a hole the past few years.

I thought maybe...

I wasn't thinking about Sally.

I wasn't even thinking about the baby.

I was thinking about myself...

Trying to fill that hole

my grief was digging every day.

I was convinced

that this is what I needed to put this all behind us.

But there is no behind, Joe.

There's only through.

There's only grief.

And we're going through it...

together,

not in the same way, but together.

- I have to find out who's behind this, Emma.

I have to.

- I know. You do.

- Jesus.

Hey, you want to enjoy that inside?

- I'm working. Get out of here.

What, you mean, like, surveillance?

Mrs. Vines?

She's got six rugs laid out in there.

Still trying to decide.

Yep, it'll be a minute.

- Don't tell her I'm out here, okay?

- If you say so.

Hey, you hear?

They got your man.

- What man? - The blond man.

He's sitting in Leaphorn's jail right now.

The eclipse is starting at 1:23,

with all clear by 2:37.

Remember, stay inside.

No eating, no drinking.

This is not the time for watching TV,

reading, or working.

Sit still. Stay reverent.

- You going home, Nat?

- I'll stay as long as I can.

- You better get going. You're gonna be late.

- See ya.

What's this?

- None of your business.

- I saw a position in Border Patrol.

Something you want to tell me?

- What can I do for you, Mr. Chee?

Did you get a new job?

- Hey, what are you doing here?

- I wanted to take a look at him.

- Want to stay and help?

We could use the hand.

- Nah, I should get back. I'm working surveillance.

- All right.

What's going on?

- Nothing.

I'll get him into the box.

- What's your name?

- What's it matter?

- I like to know who I'm talking to.

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

This isn't a charge you're gonna slip out of.

- Alfred Newman.

My name.

- Try again.

- Trent Ralston.

- Yeah, we could sit here and play games,

or you can tell me something that's gonna help you.

- No one can help a dead man,

not even me.

- Coming down to the rez and killing Indians

wasn't your idea, was it?

- Who else's would it be?

- That's what I want to know...

who you work for,

who got you into this mess in the first place,

who told you to blow up that oil well.

- What oil well?

- You're gonna be executed.

Feds, the sheriff...

They got more than they need to make that happen.

The only way you might prevent it

is if you tell me who's behind this.

Who are you working for?

- Well...

maybe...

I just don't like Indians.

- Deloyd Webster... He's a private investigator.

And they had a meeting

the morning our suspect went after Chee in the hospital.

You think they're working together?

- Let's find out.

- Um...

how you doing? - I'm Lieutenant Leaphorn.

This is Sergeant Manuelito. - Hello.

- Thank you for coming.

Take a seat. - Yeah.

Not every day an Indian cop asks for my help.

What can I do you for?

- Well, we're hoping that, um,

you could tell us where you were last Tuesday

around 10:00 in the morning.

- We're trying to establish a timeline.

- You're not a suspect, but this man is.

- You know him?

- Sure, yeah, my Tuesday morning...

First time I had the pleasure of meeting him in person.

- What's his name? - Said it was Al Newman.

- It isn't.

- Not surprised.

- What was the meeting about?

- I was giving him an update.

- On?

- Hey, now, come on, Lieutenant.

Dealing with a professional. That shit's confidential.

- Client is currently sitting in my interrogation room.

He's facing four counts of murder one.

So you can either tell us what you discussed now,

or you can take a seat in there and wait for the sheriff.

- That weird-ass teddy bear?

- Four counts of murder and more to come.

- Shit.

Dude hired me to find his mother...

Linda Maddox, he said her name was,

But the whole thing's kind of squirrelly, you know?

Kept having me run down things that didn't check out,

bringing up new places, new leads.

Money's good, though, so no complaints, you dig?

Do you know any of these women?

- Nope.

This one.

- Who is she?

- I just told you... Linda Maddox.

Took that one myself.

But as you can see,

she ain't old enough to be that dude's mother.

- I need a favor.

- This seat taken?

Cops found your little book.

Had my name in it, so they brought me in

and told me what you been up to.

- And what have I been up to? - No good, baby.

Look, if you did it, I don't want to know.

I'm not a cop or a lawyer.

As far as I'm concerned, you are a client

who hired me to do a job.

- Do you think I'm stupid?

- I think you killed four people and got caught.

So...

what do you think?

Hey, partner, I don't care about rez business.

I don't work for the rez,

and I'm not beholden to these cops.

I work for you.

And...

I found something...

I think you might be interested in.

Chandler, Arizona, just outside of Phoenix.

She's the right age, right height, right build.

Thing is, her name is not Maddox.

It's Maguire.

And that's why none of the other mopes you hired

were able to find her.

But I told you...

old Deloyd gon' find her.

Here's the deal.

If you want to see your mama again, even through bars,

you're gonna have to give them something.

That's how it works.

Ain't no time in history it ain't worked that way, you dig?

- Thank you all for coming.

As you know,

my work at IHS has been...

- Hannah, I'm so sorry for being late.

- What's she doing here?

- I thought she could sit in with us.

- I think she should be here, too.

- What about the rest of you?

Are you okay with this, with her?

- Yeah. - Yeah, we're good.

- Mm-hmm.

- You are not to write or publish

anything from this meeting without my permission.

- Of course.

Thank you.

I've met some of you already,

but for the rest, my name is Mary Landon.

I work for the "Los Angeles Times,"

and I'm writing a story

about the Family Planning Services Act.

I want to thank Helen and Emma

for allowing me to sit in and hear more about the work

they are doing on this reservation.

I'm really just here to listen.

- All right, let's just get started.

- Dean, what the hell?

- Caught him at the Laundromat trying to hot-wire a car.

- Wasn't trying to hot-wire it.

I was trying to get it started for a friend.

- That's code for he's guilty as hell.

- I'll take him.

Leaphorn's sending everyone home for the eclipse.

- What's with you? It's the second time this week.

What's going on?

- I got picked.

- What do you mean "you got picked?"

- The draft.

Where you been?

They're supposed to take us out to Phoenix tonight, but...

if I'm locked up, they can't.

- That's not how it works.

- They don't want criminals, Bern.

- That's exactly who they want, Dean.

Hey, listen to me.

It's our duty to serve when we're called.

I served.

Lieutenant Leaphorn served.

What about your uncle, the code talker?

He's a legend around here.

- Look, I can't go.

I take care of my grandmother and my sister.

What are they gonna do if I go off to fight for a country

that doesn't even recognize me as an American?

What are they gonna do if I don't come back?

- Go home, Dean.

Talk to your...

And she'll help you figure out the right thing to do.

- You tell me how going to Vietnam to get my ass shot off

is the right thing to do.

- Hey, go home.

Another reminder to everybody listening...

The eclipse is starting at 1:23,

with the all clear by 2:37.

Stay inside. Stay reverent.

- Said he was hired by a man named Carl LeBeck.

That name mean anything to you?

- Thank you, Mr. Webster.

Natalie? - Yeah.

- Have Bern bring Guy Atcitty in here

as soon as the eclipse is over. - Yes, sir.

- You know,

normally, I charge $25 an hour for my services.

- Normally, I hand over criminal associates to the FBI.

- Man, you one funny Indian.

No offense.

- ♪ Yeah, who you are

♪ Don't know myself

♪ Just get out of here

♪ And don't come back again

♪ I don't want anything...

- You lost?

- I didn't think you'd be home.

- What's this?

- An apology from earlier.

- Piñon nuts.

You pick these yourself?

- Well, okay.

- Where you going?

You only got 15 minutes before the eclipse.

You either come inside

or be the bad Navajo out roaming the streets.

- You're inviting me into your trailer?

- Offer expires at the count of three.

One... - Okay.

Don't need to tell me twice. - Good choice.

- ♪ I never felt magic crazy as this ♪

♪ I never saw moons

♪ Knew the meaning of the sea ♪

♪ I never held emotion

♪ In the palm of my hand

♪ Or felt sweet breezes

♪ In the top of a tree [baby fussing]

♪ But now you're here

♪ Brighten my northern sky

♪ Been a long time that I'm waiting ♪

♪ Been a long time that I'm blown ♪

♪ Been a long time that I've wandered ♪

♪ Through the people I have known ♪

What's with Elvis?

- Uh...

we went on a date.

He had a pretzel. I had a beer.

He told me he couldn't wait to start touring again.

And I don't know... it kind of went downhill from there.

So you had a date with Elvis Presley?

The Elvis Presley?

- Mm-hmm, when I was stationed in Germany.

- Elvis, the Pelvis.

- Don't call him that.

Quiet.

Some Navajo you are.

- Mm.

Ah, you tell Leaphorn about the job?

- He knows that I applied, not that I got it.

- You know, I can't imagine you not wearing that uniform.

- It's just...

there's no way for me to move up around here.

You know, Leaphorn's not going anywhere,

and there's always gonna be another you, so...

- What would it take...

to get you to stay?

- Here?

It's not that simple.

- But you love it here.

Your life is here, your animals,

your weird little trailer.

Yeah, wel...

I can always come back.

- Can you?

- You did.

I got to get back to work.

I got to pick up Guy Atcitty.

- Thanks for the safe haven. - Yeah.

Chee?

If you mention Elvis to anyone, you're a dead man.

You know that, right?

- That might be fun.

Navajo Police.

Hold, please.

Lieutenant?

Carl LeBeck's sister... line one.

Ms. LeBeck.

- Yes, Lieutenant Leafhorn, is it?

- It's Leaphorn.

I'm at the Kayenta Substation, Navajo Tribal Police.

We're, um... we're trying to track down your brother.

- Oh.

Well, that's gonna be a problem.

- How so?

- Well, because he's dead, Lieutenant.

My brother's been dead for over three years now.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Is there anything else I can help you with?

- No, thanks.

Thanks for your time.

- What's going on? - , brother.

Thanks for coming down.

- Bern said you had some questions about Drumco,

Carl LeBeck. - Yeah, I did.

Not sure it matters anymore.

I just got off the phone with his sister.

LeBeck's dead.

- What do you mean?

That's LeBeck right there.

♪ Don't turn your back on me, baby ♪

♪ 'Cause you might just pick up my magic sticks ♪

- You killed Carl LeBeck, and you assumed his identity

to gain access to that drill site.

You set those charges, and you killed six men...

Six men who didn't have to die.

- Everyone has to die... eventually.

- Why?

- Why do you care so much?

- Six men...

dead.

For what?

- Six men have died since we began this conversation.

Why are those six men so important to you?

Oh...

Oh, I see.

Now we're back to that.

It wasn't the six men, was it?

It was one of the six men, wasn't it?

It was your son.

Okay, yeah.

- So you don't like Indians, huh?

Who hired you to blow up that well?

- You just want to know why he died, don't you?

I'll tell you, Joe.

It...

it was because he was there.

That's all.

He wasn't even important.

I know you didn't find my mother.

- Sena's office called.

The FBI is anxious to get their hand on their suspect.

Sheriff's on their way.

- Get Vines down here.

- Okay.

- People of Darkness,

welcome to our holiest of days,

for today the moon goddess Hawake

concealed the wicked sun,

gracing us with her blessed dark.

All: All hail the blessed dark.

- So we've come together here now

to partake in the sacred medicine

for the enlightenment we know it will bring,

knowing that it will revive and renew.

All: Revive and renew.

- What are you doing here? - I need you to heal me.

All: Heal her.

Heal her. Heal her.

Heal her. Heal her.

Heal her. Heal her.

Heal her. Heal her.

Heal her.

- Heal her, I shall.

Yeah. Heal her.

- What are you doing here? - What are you doing here?

What's going on? What's that?

You need to listen to me.

This is not Navajo, okay?

This is a bunch of crazy white people

eating peyote and playing Indian.

- Hey, you. Where you going with that bag?

No, no, no, no. - Get out of here.

- Hey, come on, what's going on here? Hey.

- All right, I'm gonna get Rosemary.

Wait here.

- Up. I said, get up.

Don't you test me, you son of a bitch.

- Just need your chicken scratch

on the change of custody.

Okay, Mother...

- Give me the gun.

- Never packed a suitcase before.

- Dean...

- Will you check in on them while I'm gone...

My grandma and my sister?

- Of course.

- Hey, maybe when I come back, I can do something, you know?

Help people...

you know, on the rez...

kind of like you do.

- Yeah.

Hold on.

It's for protection

when you leave the land of the Four Sacred Mountains.

- Yeah.

Hey.

- Is it over?

I don't know.

Feds have got him now. It...

it's out of my hands.

- It's out of our hands.

- Yeah, it's Leaphorn.

Shit.

- Jesus.

Gordo.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Just relax.

- Dispatch.

I'm Lieutenant Joe Leaphorn, Navajo Tribal Police.

There's been an accident.

Sena's hurt.

We're on the rez, mile marker 113, route 60.

Copy.

What happened? - Hey, Joe, he got away.

- Okay. Okay - He got away.

- I'm sorry. - Stay still.

They're on their way. Just relax.

You ever kill anyone, Joe?

When you kill a man, they're bound to you.

Wherever you go in this life,

they're with you.

White justice. Indian justice.

My grandson deserves a little Indian justice.

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