All language subtitles for Longmire S04E02 War Eagle_track4_[eng]

[truck door closes]

You said you found something?

There was dirt in a shell
inside the shotgun

Branch used to kill himself.

How does that happen?

Whoever fired the shotgun

must've ejected the shell,
probably out of habit.

That created a problem.

Now it doesn't look
like a suicide.

Because a dead man
could not eject his own shell.

So, Branch's killer picked up

the, uh,
spent shell off the ground,

put it back in the shotgun.

[Henry]
And then stages the scene.

[Walt]
Yeah.

So...

I need to see
if the dirt from here

matches the dirt in the shell.

If it doesn't,

that proves
that the body was moved.

You think Nighthorse
did all of this?

I do, and he knows that I do.

He came by my cabin
with a few dozen friends

just as a warning.

- [static]
- [Ruby] Walt? Walt, you there?

Yep.

Couple of spooked kids
just called in.

They were out drinking
and heard voices.

That might be outside
my jurisdiction.

They said they heard
Asian voices, Walt,

out by War Eagle.

Thanks, Ruby.

I'll head out at first light.

[Henry]
First light?

Why not drive to War Eagle now
while it is still dark?

It's a two-hour drive,
and I'm busy.

I could go with you,

perhaps hold your hand
this time.

I wasn't that afraid.

- You whimpered.
- I was 12.

Fine.

I'll do it.

I can't think what else to do
about Branch's murder right now

except get these soil samples
analyzed.

You can do that a lot faster
than I can.

My botanist friend
at the university.

Can you call in a favor?

Sure.

- What is this for?
- I need to deputize you.

Make sure the chain of custody
is airtight.

I don't want Nighthorse
wriggling out

from under a murder charge
on some technicality.

Whose badge is this?

Branch's.

As soon as Henry gets those,
uh, soil samples tested,

patch him through.

Thanks, Ruby.

Those tests take weeks.

[Walt]
Henry knows someone.

So, where are we headed
to again?

War Eagle.

[Vic] And what is that,
a Cheyenne ghost town?

Ruby said it might be haunted.

It's a former World War II
internment camp

for Japanese Americans.

[Vic]
You been here before?

[Walt]
Once.

[Vic]
You hear voices?

Henry claimed
he heard some whimpering.

I don't believe him, though.

[chuckles]

Looks like those teens did more
than just hear voices.

What is it?

Amateur radio tower.

Receiver must be inside.

That would explain
the foreign voices.

- You hope so.
- [Walt] Yeah.

Anyone there?

[radio chatter]

Hello?

[man]
Hello?

Those drunk teens must've heard
the HAM radio last night.

Someone's done a lot of work
since I was here last.

- [Vic] And when was that?
- [Walt] Seventh grade.

So, then everything here
is a historical artifact?

Huh.

I guess so.

Except for this.

Bingo.

Maybe there's I.D. on the body.

There's no need.

That's Thorvin Hampton.

He's been, uh...

working here for years

trying to renovate this place,
turn it into a memorial.

[Vic]
Sorry, Walt.

Do you know the family?

I don't know
if he's got any left.

Both our fathers
were VFW drinking buddies.

Thorvin was an only child.
I don't think he ever married.

[Vic]
Smart man.

Okay.

So, there's no blood,
no cuts, no bruising.

There's no visible signs
of foul play.

Other than being locked
inside this room.

What, you think he was killed
somewhere else and dumped here?

No.

Thorvin was alive
when he was locked in here.

Check his fingernails.

[Vic]
Splinters.

[Walt]
Yep.

He tried to claw his way out.

- Maybe he had a heart attack.
- Or exposure.

[knocks]

They put up these barracks

quick and cheap
back in the '40s.

There was no insulation.

You know,
maybe those drunk teens

break into the donation box,
steal the money.

Hampton catches them in the act.
They panic.

They overpower him.
They lock him in here.

[Walt]
Yeah.

[Vic] You know,
I can take the lead on this.

I'm sure you'd rather, uh,

focus on investigating
Branch's murder anyway.

[sighs] I would.

But I can do both.

Why don't you go ahead
and track down

those teens that called Ruby,
check their stories.

- You sure?
- I am.

I wasn't elected
just to solve crimes

when it was convenient.

Okay.

[sighs]

[indistinct conversations]

Hope you're not cruising around
on the company dime.

What are you doing out here?

Signing up for night classes.

Employees are like family
to Malachi.

He doesn't want to see them
making bad decisions

or hanging out
with shady characters.

Then I better get going.

I would not want Malachi
to see me talking to you

and get the wrong idea.

[engine turns over]

Thorvin grew up in this house.

He must've moved back in
after his parents died.

[radio chatter]

Whoa.

[radio turns off]

There's a lot of classic rigs
in this place.

That's an '82 Cobra
with the original mike.

You know your way
around this equipment.

Remember when my dad used
to drive truck when I was a kid?

Yeah.

CB's how he kept in touch.

Ah.

Looks like Thorvin was in touch
with a lot of folks.

[Ferg] CBers tend
to be really friendly,

but there's a lot of crazy
loners out there, too.

Got in this argument
when I was in high school

with a trucker

about whether Elway or Marino
was a better quarterback.

That's a pretty one-sided
argument.

[Ferg]
Not to this guy.

Scary thing is,
he tracked me down

by monitoring
my signal strength.

I didn't realize it
until he was right behind me

trying to run my car
off the road.

What was your handle?

High Plains Drifter.

Well, High Plains Drifter,

why don't you see
if you can reach

any of Thorvin's, uh,
recent contacts?

Try to refrain from arguing
religion, politics,

or AFC quarterbacks.

Anything I should
be looking for in particular?

Well, uh, looks like

Thorvin's two passions
were radios and history.

See if either of them got him

into any heated arguments
lately.

People don't like to be reminded
about that internment camp.

[Ferg] Why was Thorvin
so interested in War Eagle?

I don't know.
I do know he was rounding 60.

And history gets heavier
the older you get, so...

[cellphone rings]

[beep]

Hello?

Yeah.

Vic.

Yeah.

So, I talked to the two kids

who called Ruby
about the voices.

Both admit to being high
on mushrooms and trespassing,

but they said they got scared
and ran off

before they reached
the barracks.

They also said that there was
a third kid named Caleb Jacky

who did make it
all the way up to the camp.

[Walt]
Vic, you still there?

Sean. Sean. Sean.

[breathing heavily]

[screams]

Vic, you still there?

I think I'm gonna need
some backup.

Okay.

[indistinct shouting]

Sorry to drag you
all the way out here.

I know you got
a lot on your plate.

No, it was smart.

Last thing I want
is another deputy

putting their life at risk.

Which way?

[shouting continues]

[crowd cheering,
rock music playing]

Bring it on, bro!

♪♪ My dreams
turn into nightmares ♪♪

♪♪ What have I become? ♪♪

[crowd groans]

[indistinct shouting]

[cheers and applause]

I've re-emerged
from the collective unconscious!

I am everything you fear!

I am Nightmare Fuel!

[crowd cheering]

Who else dares dip into the dark
recesses of the human mind?

I do.

[Rett] So, what did
my jackass of a son do now?

We were just trying
to figure that out.

I'll take that, son.

So, uh, we talked
to your son's friends,

Bradley and Spencer,

so we know he was at War Eagle
last night.

[Rett]
War Eagle?

You said you were
over at Spencer's

watching old Summerslam tapes.

I was.

But then I stepped out

just for, like, a minute or two.

Did you see anyone
while you were up at the camp?

Someone you were worried
might get you in trouble?

Caleb.

Stand up straight, look them
in the eye, tell the truth.

[sighs]
We just wanted to explore

the old Jap internment camp

to see if it was really haunted.

We didn't see anything.

But we heard some voices,

so we ran back to Spencer's car
and left.

That's it?

Yeah. That's it.

Because someone broke in
to the War Eagle donation box

and took some money.

You know anything about that?

[scoffs] No.

What about the dead body
that we found

locked in one of the barracks
buildings this morning?

A dead body?

I told you I didn't see anything
up there.

All I heard were those voices.

Are you sure?
You seem frightened.

Maybe you put the caretaker
in some kind of sleeper hold,

dragged him inside.

[Rett]
Wait a second.

Thorvin Hampton
was the one killed?

You knew him?

[Rett]
Well, he's hard to miss.

Walking up and down this county

picking at scabs
that've been healed for decades.

You think Thorvin might've done
something to get himself killed?

Well, he was provoking people
enough.

Hear him talk, you'd think
we built Auschwitz up there.

We were at war.

Heard of Pearl Harbor?

Japanese attacked us.

It's hard to know who was a spy
and who wasn't.

And those internment camps,

they were
for their protection anyway.

You ask me,

we don't have a damn thing
to apologize for.

Sounds like Caleb's father
had more of an interest

in going after Thorvin Hampton
than Caleb did.

Find out what you can
about the Jackys

and their interactions
with Thorvin.

I'll go check
the autopsy report.

Maybe the body shows signs
of a choke hold or something.

Okay.

Should probably leave that here.

[bat thuds]

Hello, Ruby.

This is Deputy Standing Bear.

Could you patch me through
to the sheriff, please?

[Ruby]
Walt. Got Henry for you.

What'd you find out?

[Henry]
My friend from the university

ran a preliminary test.

The soil type from the creek bed

and from the shotgun shell
do appear to be different.

So, the body was moved.

Not necessarily.

Apparently different soil types

can exist just feet apart
from one another,

but the dirt
from the shotgun shell

does have pollen in it.

What does that mean?

It means that we have to wait

for my friend to run
another series of tests.

I pushed,
but it may take a day or two.

Also, you were right
to be concerned

about Nighthorse.

Darius Burns followed me
to the university,

which means
Malachi's having me followed.

At Nighthorse's request,
I'm sure.

Keep an eye out.

I already am.

[Alicia] Dear Hector,
they say that you're dead.

I don't want to believe that.

My name's Alicia Musgraves.

I'm the mother
of a beautiful boy named Louie.

I do everything I can
to raise him right,

but I have this neighbor,
Lane Potter.

He's come over and stolen money
from me twice already.

He says that no one
will believe me, though,

because I used to be a junkie.

Lane Potter has taken $220
from us so far.

I don't want you to hurt him.

I just want him to stop.

I still believe
that you're out there, Hector.

Nia'ish, Alicia.

Mommy. Can I get this?

[Alicia] Sweetie,
Mommy doesn't have

enough money for all this food.

[Louie]
Okay.

[Alicia] I'm gonna have to put
some of it back.

Like, uh, the sprinkle cheese,
the applesauce.

We can put this back, too.

[Alicia]
I'm so sorry, sweetie.

That is a crystal-clear
10-4 there, Sunshine Sally.

This here
is High Plains Drifter.

[Sally] Hey, there,
High Plains Drifter.

You're coming in
big and strong.

I'm looking for a 10-35

on a fella named
Thorvin Hampton,

also known as, uh, Toe Tapper.

Ah, Toe Tapper.

[click]

[gunshot]

So, it turns out our father,
Rett Jacky,

did have a run-in with
our victim a couple months ago

in the parking lot
of a restaurant

called General Custard's
Last Frozen Treat Stand.

How bad of a run-in?

It was bad enough
that we were called in

to settle things down.

I don't remember

being called in on that.

Uh, no, you weren't.
Um, it was Branch.

And according
to Branch's report,

Thorvin Hampton complained
that Rett Jacky

had been harassing him
for weeks.

That's Branch's computer, right?

Find anything new?

[sighs] Only his supposed,
uh, suicide note,

which we now know
he didn't write.

The weird thing about that note

is that it actually does sound
like Branch.

I mean, crazy Branch, but...

Sounds like him.

That's because whoever wrote it
knew Branch well.

Maybe Nighthorse
left us some prints.

I just talked with a local CBer

who appears to be the world's
leading expert

on the topic of Thorvin Hampton.

[Walt]
So, I gather you knew him well?

[Sally]
Me and Thorvin were soul mates.

Or rather Sunshine Sally
and Toe Tapper were soul mates.

You two talked a lot?

We'd chew the rag
until the morning hours.

About everything under the sun.

Did Thorvin
tell you about his plans

for reopening the camp?

Talked about it all the time.

You know, back in the war,

his father was stationed
at War Eagle as a guard.

How did Thorvin feel about that?

[Sally]
Made him sick.

I guess his father
and some other soldiers

would even go into orphanages

and round up little
Japanese babies for the camp.

Babies.

What were they gonna do?

Drool on us to death?

[scoffs]

Is that why he started
the memorial, out of guilt?

That and curiosity
about his half-brother.

What half-brother?

His father slept
with a young Japanese woman

at the camp named Birdie.

She got pregnant.

The old man never bothered
to tell Thorvin

about his half-brother
till he was on his deathbed.

Did Thorvin ever find him?

[Sally]
If he did, he would've told me.

We told each other everything.

On the table.

Okay, uh,
go over the registration records

for any male babies
born at War Eagle.

See what you can find out.

- Thanks, Vic.
- [beep]

Want you to head over
to Thorvin's house.

He may have some more secrets
we don't know about.

Can you imagine?

Somebody comes up to you
and says he's your half-brother.

That his father
got your mother pregnant

while she was in a prison camp.

Is that gonna be a happy
family reunion?

Not likely.

[indistinct conversations]

- [Alicia] Ready to go to class?
- [Louie] Yes, I am.

I have my glasses, my lunch.

So, I went through
the War Eagle records,

and there were 25 male children
born there

during the time
that it was open.

Any of them now living
near Idaho Falls or Pocatello?

[Vic]
Um...

A guy named Francis Igawa.
Why?

There was a road atlas open
to Idaho Falls

in Thorvin's office.

Let's start there.

When you were talking
to Francis Igawa's daughter,

did she say that Thorvin Hampton
visited them in Idaho Falls?

Yeah.

She mention anything

about what it was about
or how it went?

Nope.

There's something
I've been meaning to ask you.

I thought I should wait
till we were alone first.

Really? What?

Well...

The bat thing.

What bat thing?

[Walt]
At the Jacky place.

You've been through a lot
lately.

Trauma is...

It's complex.

If you, uh --
you need to talk

about what's been, you know,
on your mind,

I can, uh, you know...

I can do that sort of thing.

Do you know what's on my mind?

We have access to the entire

national fingerprint database
back at the office,

yet you're still sitting there
with a magnifying glass

trying to match
Nighthorse's prints

to the ones you lifted
off of Branch's computer.

If you don't want to talk to me,
that's fine,

but there are professionals

who, uh, specialize
in this sort of thing.

Oh, so you're saying that
I shouldn't just rely on myself,

that I should utilize
all available resources.

The only reason
I'm not using a digital database

is because I don't want
to sound alarms

and attract
Nighthorse's attention.

Right.

Because Nighthorse
has successfully infiltrated

and manipulated
the federal government

on behalf of a secret
Native American agenda.

I'm being cautious.

No, you're being paranoid.

We have Nighthorse's prints

from the last time
we booked him.

As soon as we get back
to the station,

I'm gonna run them
through the database.

Fine.

Fine.

Which is exactly how I feel,
by the way.

Yeah.

I remember Branch
saying something like that.

293 Oak Street, Idaho Falls.

Red door, pear tree.
This looks like the place.

If this is Thorvin's
half-brother,

he might also be his killer.

We don't know
how he might react.

I'll keep cover

in case he decides
to flip out or flee.

[knock on door]

Mr. Igawa?

I'm Sheriff Walt Longmire

from Absaroka County in Wyoming.

This is Deputy Moretti.

You mind if we come in
and speak to you?

Thank you. Yes.

The sake is ready to be poured.

Uh, thank you,

but, um, you don't
have to put yourself out.

No.

[door closes]

[Francis shouting in Japanese]

[clattering]

Dad?

You okay?
What's going on?

Uh, Shiori?

Hi.
Uh, uh, Deputy Moretti.

We spoke on the phone.

Oh, right.

Sorry, I lost track of time.

[clattering,
Francis shouting in Japanese]

[sighs]

I better check on my dad
before he hurts himself.

Dad.

No, I don't know where it's at.

Here.

Try this.

Ah!
[speaking Japanese]

Dad.
They didn't steal anything.

I'm sure it's around here
somewhere.

[speaking Japanese]

It might be better
if we speak in my room.

[shouting]

[sighs]
Forgive the mess.

I work graveyard as an ER nurse,

and when I get home,
I pretty much collapse.

Do you, uh, take care
of your father all by yourself?

I try to.

Well, we're sorry
for upsetting him.

I should apologize.

My father's been struggling
with dementia for years,

and all of a sudden,
he thought you two

were the neighborhood bullies
he grew up with.

How did your father react
when Thorvin Hampton came here?

Uh... polite and welcoming,
as always,

but then when I stepped
into the kitchen

for just, like, a moment,

he started having
one of his fits.

Sort of frightened
the War Eagle guy away.

My father's mind
might be slipping,

but he's still
as strong as a mule.

Do you know what caused
the outburst?

[Shiori]
It could've been anything.

A childhood memory,
a bluebird flying by the window.

You think your father
would react badly

if Thorvin Hampton told him
they were half-brothers?

Wait, what?

I think you must be mistaken.

This man just wanted to ask
for donations for his camp.

Besides, he was white.

Thorvin Hampton's father

was a guard at War Eagle
during the war.

Apparently,
this guard had an affair

with a Japanese-American woman
at the camp,

and then the woman
became pregnant

with your father, we believe.

What was this woman's name?

Birdie.

Oh.

That explains so much.

How so?

My grandparents have always been

an off-limits topic
for my father.

I mean, he wouldn't even
stand for me to bring it up.

Did this Mr. Hampton
send you here?

No.

Is he afraid to come back?

No, uh, unfortunately,

someone recently killed
Thorvin Hampton.

It appears that your father
is his closest living kin.

So, we drove out to notify him.

Oh.

Uh, well...

I guess you could try
to do that,

but I don't know
how much he'll understand.

So, you did know Thorvin --
I mean Toe Tapper.

[man] Everyone knows Toe Tapper,
hombre.

Hell of a stand-up guy.
Shame what happened.

He ever mention anything
about any enemies?

Anything about a half-brother?

Sounds like
you need to get in touch

with Sunshine Sally
over on channel 19.

If there was anything haywire,
he would've told her.

Yeah, I actually talked
with Sally Hoagland

yesterday in person.

Thought you said
you were out in Wyoming.

I am. Why?

Well, amigo,
Sally resides in Florida.

You know, Sunshine State,
Sunshine Sally.

You must've talked
to someone else.

Is the Sunshine Sally
you're talking about

really into turtles?

Yeah.
She won't shut up about them.

Yeah, she lives out here
in Absaroka County now.

Lucky you, then.

Sunshine Sally

is a stone-cold smokin' fox.

She is.

[Ferg]
Sheriff, you there?

What do you got?

I just found a picture
of Sally Hoagland

taped to Thorvin Hampton's desk.

I think we need to reconsider
whether we want to believe

a single thing
she's told us so far.

[sighs]

When did you move
to Absaroka county?

[Sally]
About six weeks ago.

We all lived

in Coral Springs, Florida,
before that.

Your fellow CBers seem to think
you still live in Florida.

Well, you can't exactly control
what people think.

- Can you?
- [Walt] No.

But you can try.

Did Thorvin even know
that you'd moved here?

Or did he still think that you
were her living in Florida?

Did you move here
to be closer to him?

Was he angry
that you lied to him?

[scoffs]

He had no idea.

I tried to approach him
a few weeks ago at a bar

just to, you know, introduce
myself to him as the real me.

We'd bonded so much
over the radio.

But when I walked up to him,
it was like I wasn't even there.

I was just some old heifer
in his eyes.

He wouldn't give me
the time of day, so I left.

And later that night,
we were back on the radio,

talking into the night
like always

because he thought
I looked like this.

I moved out here thinking
that he was my soul mate.

Turns out
he was just another guy.

Did that make you angry?

Of course it made me angry.

But that doesn't mean
I killed him.

I've never even been
up to that damn War Eagle.

How'd you know that was
where we found Thorvin's body?

[Vic] You mean you can't
get ahold of Walt, either?

[Ruby] He's not picking up.
Maybe I should try Ferg.

[sighs]

You're not exactly talking
in code out here.

[rock music playing]

Hey, babe, let me get
four top-shelf tequilas.

None of that usual
watered-down cat piss, okay?

Put it on my tab.

Under what name?
Prince Charming?

[chuckles]
Lane Potter.

And if you bring it to us

with the right kind of smile
on your face,

I'll make it worth your while.

[Vic] I ran both sets of prints
through the database.

First of all,
the prints you pulled

from Branch's computer do not
belong to Jacob Nighthorse.

They belong to Branch.

Second of all, Jacob Nighthorse

is not actually
Jacob Nighthorse.

Then who is he?

Jacob Harold Blankenship.

And under that name in 1978,
he was arrested

for assaulting
an FBI agent in Washington, D.C.

I never got that on any
of the background checks I ran.

That's because
under Jacob Nighthorse,

his record is clean.

What about his record
as Jacob Blankenship?

Well, it turns out
that Jacob Blankenship

is a part-time political radical
and a full-time pain in the ass.

In the, um, early '80s,

he was pretty active in a group

called
the American Indian Movement.

[Walt]
Yeah. A.I.M.

It's sort of like

the Black Panthers for Indians,
so...

Well, Nighthorse,
or Blankenship, whatever,

he also had a partner in crime.

His name was Dennis Wabash.
He died in 1983.

Guess what Wabash's
cause of death was.

- Gunshot wound?
- To the head.

Self-inflicted.

Presumably.

So, what did you find out
about Sunshine Sally?

False identities, bad histories,
toxic grudge.

Uh...

Sally Hoagland

was misrepresenting herself
to Thorvin.

She also moved here
without telling him,

maybe to stalk him.

She was tracking our activities
on a scanner,

so she knew Thorvin was dead
well before Ferg talked to her.

You think she's gonna make
a run for it?

I got Ferg
camped out at her house,

so if she tries, we'll know.

Why don't you check
her background,

see if she's got any
sort of record back in Florida?

[Vic]
What about Jacob?

Uh, I'll find out

what he was involved in
in his Blankenship days.

Extremists tend to be made,
not born.

[rock music playing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[footsteps]

[knock on door]

Occupied.

- [knock on door]
- Hey, shit bird,

if you need to go that bad,
use the sink.

Shit.

Hey, man, what do you want?

Listen,
I'm sure whoever sent you,

it was just a misunderstanding.

[door closes]

Oh, shit.

[door closes]

Find anything from Florida
on Sally Hoagland?

Not yet.

What are you doing?

Are you searching
Branch's computer

for prints again?

I'm searching.

- [Rett] Come on, move it.
- [Walt] Mr. Jacky.

Can we help you?

- What?
- Here.

- Dad.
- Get in there.

What?

[groans]

I would like to apologize,
Sheriff.

I thought I had raised my son
to tell the truth.

But I was wrong.

He did steal money from
that camp's damn donation box.

And don't ask me
where he thought this idea

was acceptable behavior.

If I recall,
you're not exactly a fan

of Thorvin's plans
for War Eagle.

Oh, I do have issues
with them reopening that camp.

But my son stole
and vandalized private property.

Now we know he's a thief
and a liar.

I'm just praying to God
he's not a killer, too.

[grunts]
Damn it, Dad, I told you not --

I didn't see anyone up there.
I didn't see anyone up there.

[Rett]
Maybe you did, maybe you didn't.

But that's the problem
with being a liar, son.

People can't believe you
either way.

Sheriff,
whatever my boy has done,

I want him to suffer the full
consequences for his actions.

I just thank God
his grandfather's

not alive to see this.

Jumping around
in his goddamn underwear.

[Walt]
How much did he take?

Uh, $87.

And one historical artifact.

I got the impression
that Francis Igawa

was looking for a lighter
in his kitchen.

So did I.

Any idea what it says?

Japanese? No.

I don't know any Japanese.

Do you?

No.

But I did go out to sushi
a few weeks ago.

Cool little mom-and-pop place

that operates
out of an old gas station.

The menu's entirely in Japanese.

- What are you doing?
- I had to download this app

to be able to read
the sushi menu.

It translates images into text.
Technology, right?

In the meantime,
we could use this opportunity

to talk about my feelings
regarding my past trauma.

- Uh --
- [ding]

Oh, look.
It's done translating.

Good.

Saved by the bell.

[clears throat]

"If this is my corpse,
bring the little birds

so it's admitted
I said the name.

Private J. Igawa."

That is a huge coincidence

that the Jacky kid just happened
to find this lighter

after it's been sitting
up at War Eagle

for the last 70 years.

Or maybe Francis Igawa
left it there a couple days ago.

[Vic]
We've seen him.

No offense, but Mr. Igawa

doesn't even know
what planet he's on.

Unless, of course,
you think that he understands

more than he's letting on.

He understood
that his lighter was missing.

[sighs]

This is Sheriff Walt Longmire
from Absaroka County.

Your father was upset

about losing something
when we visited you.

Was it a lighter?

[Shiori]
I think that's what it was.

Why?

I think we found it.

Does your father
ever get out of the house?

Sometimes.

I change the locks
and try to hide the keys,

but he always seems
to find a way out.

Dad.

Does he ever
get out to your car?

I'm doing the best I can.

I'm sure you are,
but, uh, there's a problem.

Soon after your half-uncle,
Thorvin Hampton,

came to visit your father,
Mr. Hampton was murdered.

Then we found your father's
lighter at the scene.

Sheriff, what are you saying?

I'd like to help your father

live out his days in a facility
rather than a prison.

Now, if you bring him
up to War Eagle,

I may be able
to help him do that.

Kind of tucked this place away,
didn't they?

Out of sight, out of mind.

Is this your father's?

Grandfather's, actually.

He took it with him
when he fought in World War II.

"You found my body,
deliver this to Birdie

so she knows I died
while singing her name.

Private J. Igawa."

My grandfather
was James Franklin Igawa.

He and my Grandma Birdie

were married
for just about three weeks

when they were forced
to come here.

Six months after that,

Grandpa James was drafted
by the U.S. Army

to fight overseas.

[Walt]
Did your father tell you that?

No.

I put it together through family
friends and public records.

I had to pull a couple of double
shifts at work this week.

Think he made his way out here?

Well, I think so.

Let's see if we can, uh,
walk our way through this.

If your father
didn't mean to kill Thorvin,

that would really help his case.

Does your father
have a history of violence?

He's always had anger issues,
even before his dementia.

He believed his belt
was the best way

to teach me how to be a good,
obedient Japanese daughter.

That sounds hard.

Is this where it happened?

No.

Thorvin Hampton's body
was found right down here.

You have any trouble
finding this place?

Not really.

I just followed the signs.

You mean these signs.

I took them all down
earlier today,

but, uh, you remembered
how to get here anyway

because you've been here before

in this room
with your half-uncle.

Are you gonna lock me in here
like you did Thorvin Hampton?

You never thought it was my dad,
did you?

I considered it.

But what seemed much more likely
was that you drove out here,

brought your father
because he couldn't be alone.

You lured me out here
under false pretenses

just so you could lock me up.

I guess some things
never change.

Shiori.

Did you lock Thorvin in here?

What else should I have done?

Given him a donation?

That man's father
ruined my family.

My grandmother killed herself
out of shame,

and now he wanted
to make a museum out of it

so he could feel better
about himself.

Maybe I should've given him
a picture

of Grandma Birdie's headstone

so he could stick it
on a T-shirt

and sell it as a souvenir.

Well, Thorvin Hampton's father
may have destroyed your family,

but Thorvin
didn't do anything wrong.

[Shiori]
Guess what.

These people didn't
do anything wrong, either.

They were just trying
to live their lives,

just like I was trying
to live my life

and take care of my father.

And now Thorvin Hampton
barges in,

announces that he's my dad's
long-lost half-brother,

and leaves me
to deal with the damage.

Did you come here
to get revenge for that?

He invited us to visit,
for closure, he said.

So, after a couple of days
of dealing with my father,

I took him up on the offer.

God knows I needed something.

So, I-I drove us out here.

- [sighs]
- [Walt] Did your father know

where you were going?

[Shiori]
Who knows?

Yelled the whole way and refused
to get out of the car

once we got here.

So, I talked to this Thorvin guy
by myself.

And he was so...

...proud of himself,

of his courage to put
this shit hole back together.

He had no idea what this place
had done to my family,

to me.

So, he leads me in here
and shows me all this stuff

and says, "I can only imagine
what it was like."

And I thought, "You know,

I can show you
exactly what it was like."

So then you locked Thorvin
in here.

Just like the government did
to us.

And you just left.

Well, first I had to track down
my father,

who was off wandering
into some field,

dropping his lighter,
apparently,

but then, yeah.

Yeah, I-I left
and pretended it never happened.

Why?

Because I'm an American.

I don't like to live
in the past.

[Walt]
That's true of a lot of people.

But not Thorvin.

[handcuffs clicking]

[chuckles]

It's so beautiful here.

[man] You know, I never even
met the guy face-to-face.

He was just a voice
on the radio.

He was as good an amigo
as I ever had.

[Sally] Maybe folks
should get together

and have some drinks
in his honor.

[man #2]
Who y'all talking about?

Someone die?

[man #1]
Toe Tapper.

[Sally]
Thorvin Hampton.

[man #2]
Oh, man, not Thorvin.

They don't make them
like that anymore.

Jess.
Where's Henry?

Men's room cleaning up.

Hooligans have been
writing graffiti

on the mirror
in permanent marker.

I got Ruby's note,
said you'd heard back

from your contact
at the university.

I did.

My friend identified the pollen

in Branch's shotgun shell.

It comes from
arrowleaf balsamroot,

a common wildflower.

Yeah.

Grows out by my cabin.

Just about everywhere else.

[sighs]

Although, Martha tried
to put some in pots one time.

She overwatered the seedlings,
and they died.

My friend did mention
that arrowleaf balsamroot

is notoriously intolerant
of watery soils.

Which means Branch was not shot
anywhere near the creek bed.

The entire scene was staged.

The evidence suggests
that that is correct.

Our next step is to find
the actual crime scene.

Now, if you want to step away
from this, I'll understand.

I have never been one
to back down from a fight.

[Walt]
Good.

Me either.